Wednesday, 19 August 2026

Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

What wound'rous life is this I lead! 
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons as I pass,
Ensnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass.

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into it's happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find,
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other words, and other seas;
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.
~Andrew Marvell, (1621-1678) from The Garden 


Thoughts  . . . I'll have whatever he's smoking, lol. Seriously though what an interestingly fanciful perception of what is obviously a garden filled with a variety of fruit trees and other delights. I think to myself, what an interesting man. I want to get to know him more  . . . 


 
A fanciful portrait of a fanciful man

He is known as a pivotal figure in English Literature. Thought to be the single most compelling embodiment of the change that came over English society and letters in the course of the 17th century. In an era that makes a better claim than most upon the familiar term transitional, Marvell wrote a varied array of exquisite lyrics that blend Cavalier grace with Metaphysical wit and complexity. He first turned into a panegyrist for the Lord Protector and his regime and then into an increasingly bitter satirist and polemicist, attacking the royal court and the established church in both prose and verse. It is as if the most delicate and elusive of butterflies somehow metamorphosed into a caterpillar. 

He was the son of a clergyman, attending Trinity College at 13 and gaining a BA degree from Cambridge, and travelled extensively in Europe throughout his lifetime.  Really he led quite a fascinating life which you can read about here. His political writings, particularly those against the royal court of the day and established church have earned him a reputation as an ardent patriot and defender of religious and political liberty, with a significant influence on English Literature.

I think were I to hold a dinner party with a variety of guests plucked from history, I might consider inviting him. He would be a very interesting man to hold a conversation with I think.


 

 
  

I fell asleep to the deep rumbles of thunder last evening reverberating through this valley I live in. Deep and low they made the windows shake, although I did not see any lightening flash.  Just the  rumbles of thunder and then the drumming of rain on the rooftop as it fell.  Indeed this morning the street in front of the house holds puddles that have not yet dried so I know that my petunias and geraniums got a good dousing. A good thing as I felt too tired to water them when I got back from my sister's. 

It was a somewhat busy day yesterday. I did my work in the morning and then drove over to see to our father and make sure he got his lunch. Cindy had left a sandwich for him in the refrigerator and I brought him a cookie to enjoy for afters.  We spent a bit of time visiting before my sister and Dan returned from picking up our brother and his wife at the airport.

I don't often get to spend time with dad on his own. His world has become very narrow now. His mobility difficulties and lack of hearing really hamper him. You need to shout to be heard and you need to speak very slowly, which makes conversation difficult. Many times you need to repeat your words more than once and even then there is no guarantee he has actually heard you.  My brother is very soft spoken. Even I have difficulty hearing him sometimes. It will be interesting.

I did not stay long as I had a few things to do at home, but I went back over around supper time. I did not eat but did enjoy several hours visit with everyone. It was nice to see my sister-in-law as we had not seen her for a few years. They were going to go to the shore today and then we are all meeting at the Big Scoop for dinner later on. Eileen is pretty excited about that.  She loves her Uncle David and Aunt Christine.  She spent a week or so visiting them on her own once. It was a while before she got married so a long time ago now. I think David's girls were all still living at home at the time. They are all grown up now. 


 

I've been watching The Chosen, in the Wild with Bear Grylls on Amazon.  Well, I've watched two episodes. One where Luke Dimyan who plays Judas in the Chosen was with him and the other one with Elizabeth Tabish (Mary). All I can say is those are some very brave people. The things they end up doing in the Wild. I doubt I could ever do them. For one, you could not pay me enough to eat a scorpion or a tarantula. Or jump out of a helicopter, slide across a deep ravine on a pully, etc.  Nope, nope, nope.

Brave people.

The Chosen is probably one of my all time favorite television series. I think it has been done so very well, with all of the characters in it being portrayed so very realistically. I cannot tell you how many times I have watched it from beginning to end at this point and I am watching it again in anticipation for the release of the next series on November 15th. Prime will probably crash from the weight of people tuning in on that date. 

Series six will be very hard to watch as it will follow the day of Jesus Crucifixion, from the time of his arrest in Gethsemane to his death on the cross. All along, right from series one, my emotions have been very keenly involved and invested in this show as I watch it. I have cried so many times and been able to really feel the characters.  I cannot imagine how I am going to feel watching this next series. It is going to be gut wrenching, but necessary.

And then we have season 7 to look forward to  . . .  the resurrection. 

If you have never watched the Chosen I can't tell you how much you are missing out on in not doing so. You do not have to be a believer to enjoy it. It is excellent. Jonathan Roumie plays the best Jesus ever. He is very convincing in the role. Very.


 

I woke up at 5:30 this morning needing to use the loo so I did and then went back to bed, thinking I would just lay there until 6 but ended up sleeping right through until 6:30.  Most unusual for me.  Usually I go to bed at 9 pm. pray, listen to some talks and music and read until 10:30. Go to sleep while listening to the evening liturgy.  Sleep for about an hour, wake up. Go to the loo and then fall back asleep, where I will wake up literally every 2 hours throughout the night. Without fail. I know because I will look at the clock. Then I wake up at 6 a.m. and that's when my day starts. I cannot remember a time when I have slept straight the night through without having to get up several times at the very least. Not since before my kidney stones.  I don't know if this is normal. Usually I end up having a nap mid afternoon these days. Sometimes mid morning. All depending on what I have going on. I never used to nap. Obviously I need to nap now.  I dream very vivid dreams when I am asleep. Usually they go on all night long.  Just one long continuous dream. Last night I was dreaming about maggots. 

I know . . .  ugh . . . this was probably because I went to put something in the compost late yesterday afternoon and noticed maggots in the bin. Usually my compost is run through my countertop composter. It turns the compost into soil. I could probably just dump it in my back garden, but I put it into the bin. I compost most of my food waste that way, however it doesn't compost bones, hard stones and pits, large amounts of fat or cooked potato. I did some ham in it once and it got stuck. Took me forever to get that out of there so I learned my lesson with that one.  So you still do end up with some things that you need to put into the bin regardless. I love my composter though. 


 


I got myself a small masticating juicer. I haven't used it yet. I need to go and buy some fresh fruits/veg to juice. I used to have one in the U.K.  It was much larger than this one. This one is the perfect size for me. And I can put the masticated stuff into the composter. I love fresh juices. You can make all kinds of interesting combinations. I love pineapple, mango and ginger. I also love carrot and beetroot with spinach. Very healthy.

We are all meeting up later today to have dinner together at the restaurant we usually go to.  I will pick up Eileen. We have a reservation for 8 people which will be a large crew of us. I hope it all goes well. My dad will be happy to have all of his children there with him I am sure. Eileen just loves going out to dinner and to be honest so do I. It will be fun to all be together like that. I am looking forward to it, and with that I best leave you with a thought for the day as it is a quarter of 10 and I have a lot to do. I am really running later today!

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*Interest is the most important
thing in life; Happiness is temporary,
But interest is continuous.
~Georgia O'Keefe
 


Small Batch Corn Muffins



In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Small Batch Corn Muffins.  This recipe makes only four tasty cornbread style muffins. They are moist and tender and sweet.  Delicious served warm, split and spread with butter. Yummy!



I hope that you have a lovely day. Whatever you get up to, I hope it brings you joy.  Don't forget along the way of your day! 

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Tuesday, 18 August 2026

A Day Book . . .

 



FOR TODAY, August 18, 2026

OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...

 

18*C/66*F mostly cloudy Rain expected over the next few days.
I went out to check my mail this morning and it felt quite humid to me. It's garbage day so there are bags lining the street.


I AM THINKING ...

My sister is off to the airport today with Dan to pick up my brother and his wife. I pray they all have safe journeys. My FB this morning reminded me that it was Peter Lee's birthday today. Poor Peter Lee. He's been gone several years now. I do miss him and his wife Audrey. They were very good friends. Peter used to email me a couple of times a week. I hope he has a Happy Heavenly Birthday.

I AM ALSO THINKING ...
I will be going over later this morning to check on my dad and make sure he is okay. Also to get him some lunch and take the dog out to do his business. I hope it is not bucketing down.


 

I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...

My happy quiet life. Simple days. Faith. Family. Friends. Home. Pets. Enough.


 


I AM ALSO GRATEFUL FOR ...

This little place that I get to visit each day and for each of you and your support and comments. It may take me a few days at times to respond, but I do get there. My lateness in responding is because I can only comment when I am on my PC. For some reason I can't leave comments on my iPhone or iPad. Not sure why that is. I can only sit at my PC for so long each day. That means it takes me longer to address comments. Sorry about that!  I do read each one and I appreciate each one as well!



Potatoes O'Brien



IN THE KITCHEN ...

Potatoes O'Brien. For two. Simple and delicious. If there's a potato around, I am all in. I love LOVE potatoes. 





ON MY "TO COOK" LIST  . . . 

Mini Chicago Style Hot Dogs. The Tipsy Housewife.  Those look really good! I love hotdogs.





THIS I BELIEVE ...

This is truth and it happens seemingly overnight. Time passes far too quickly. 


 

SOMETHING THAT IS NICE ...

Bright blue skies and fluffy white clouds.


 

SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...

Pink flowers, roses  . . . 


 

SOMETHING I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO ...

Autumn. I love the sights, smells and feels. It is my favorite season of the year.


I AM WANTING TO CREATE ...


 

Cat coasters  . . . 


 

Scrappy clowns  . . . 


 

Snowflake garland  . . . 


 

Crossover Stich washcloths  . . . 


 

Scrappy quilted hot pads  . . . 


SOMETHING I ENJOY ...

 

Framed botanicals  . . . 

SOMETHING ELSE I ENJOY ...

 


Dessert pies  . . . any kind.


I AM READING ...



AUNT DIMITY'S DEATH,  by Nancy Atherton


Lori Shepherd thought Aunt Dimity was just a character in a bedtime story... ...Until the Dickensian law firm of Willis & Willis summons her to a reading of the woman's will. Down-on-her-luck Lori learns she's about to inherit a sizable estate -- if she can discover the secret hidden in a treasure trove of letters in Dimity's English country cottage. What begins as a fairy tale becomes a mystery - and a ghost story - in an improbably cozy setting, as Aunt Dimity's indomitable spirit leads Lori on an otherworldly quest to discover how, in this life, true love can conquer all. 


Lori Shepherd has nothing. She temps for a job, lives with two roommates, and has had her childhood stuffed toy, her only companion, destroyed. So her life is in shambles when she receives a letter from Willis & Willis, Attorneys. When she arrives at their home, she discovers that her childhood stories of Aunt Dimity weren’t fairy tales made up by her mother; Dimity was an actual person, her mother’s best friend. And now both her mother and Dimity have gone, and Dimity wants her to come to England and write the introduction to a children’s book made up of those stories. 

 But Lori has another surprise - both her mother and Dimity have written her posthumous letters detailing why they never told her about their connection, and her mother has left a photograph - the only clue to Dimity’s past life when her mother met her. She wants Lori to find out about the photo, because it will explain what Dimity would never talk about - her past. So, with the accompaniment of Bill, (Willis, Jr.) Lori sets out for London to find the truth and learn more about this fairy tale which wasn’t one at all . . . 

I am thoroughly enjoying this book. It has been a long time since I have looked forward to picking up a book and reading it in the way I am enjoying this one. I plan to read the whole series if I can. This is book 1. I am about 2/3 of the way through.


THINGS THAT CATCH MY FANCY ...

 

Pretty picnic baskets  . . . 

 

Bees and flowers  . . . 

 
Plush toys  . . . 

Cake  . . . 

 


Whites  . . . 

MAKES ME SMILE ...

 

Luna Lapin  . . . 

SOMETHING TO WATCH ...

 


It never loses it's appeal for me  . . . 

A THOUGHT TO CARRY WITH YOU ...

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*I sat with my anger long enough
until she told me her
real name was grief.
~C.S. Lewis


And that is my daybook for this week!  Thanks always for being here!


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Have a beautiful day!  Don't forget!  

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Monday, 17 August 2026

Small and Wonderful Things . . .

 



"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny? It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard 

 A few of the small and wonderful things which bring untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best.   



The kindness of others.  Seed from my bird feeder has been falling into the front patch in the mulch and had sprouted and was growing. It is hard for me to get down and pull it out.  Yesterday there was a knock on the door and it was Zillah from next door. I have often seen her weeding other's gardens on the street. On this day I was the lucky recipient of her kindness. It was such a sweet thing to do and I really appreciated it!


 

I got to go to church yesterday. I actually drove myself this week. I was grateful to be there and to be able to partake of the sacrament, etc. I am always grateful to watch it online as well, but it was especially nice to be there in person.


 

Weekends with my daughter. I enjoy these special times we get to spend together. This weekend we did some fun things. I taught her how to use a sharp knife and we made fajitas together. We did a bit of crafting. We laughed a lot. We watched Steel Magnolias on Saturday night. I had not seen it in a long time and she loves that movie. We both enjoyed it very much. We just enjoy spending this time together. It is an extra special blessing to me.


 

I love my comfy bed. It has taken me almost six years to get used to sleeping alone but I love it now. I stretch right out. It's a full sized bed and I use every inch of it. I am now a greedy bed/blanket hog. I love it.


 

Time spent with family. I had a lot of it last week starting with Sunday dinner at Cindy's, Wednesday supper out and then my birthday on Thursday, shopping with Cindy on Friday, etc..  Time spent with family is always precious and never wasted. After having been so far away from everyone for so many years, it means a lot to me now to be able to enjoy these special moments.



Birthday wishes and cards, etc. My cup runneth over. I thank everyone so much for all of them.  The cards, the wishes, etc. It is a special blessing to be remembered in such a beautiful way. I felt and feel very loved.

Having so many that it is impossible to respond individually is a nice problem to have.



Autumn scents, colors and temperatures are on the way. It won't be long now. Really we have not had a bad summer weatherwise. We have had very few hot muggy days. It's been quite tolerable for which I am truly grateful.  There have been no nights where I could not sleep comfortably. What a blessing that has been. Mind, there are a few weeks left to go so I better not jinx it.

I am starting to crave the smell of apple orchards and pumpkin spice however.


 


The king of my castle  . . . 



And my little burrito  . . . 

Love them both to bits.

My life is a happy mix of things which bring me peace, comfort and joy. I am truly blessed.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*People usually
are happiest at home.
~William Shakespeare


Green Peach Salad

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Fresh Green Peach Salad. A delightful way to enjoy hard peaches that are never going to soften. Delicious and simple. 


I hope you have a lovely week filled with an abundance of small and wonderful things. Be blessed in all ways. Don't forget! 


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Saturday, 15 August 2026

All Things Nice

 

The kettle sings a low contented tune
The dog snores in her sleep behind the stove,
There is a mingled color in the air,
Of apple pie and cinnamon and clove,
The smell of yeast . . . for mother set the bread,
In the blue pan before she went to bed.

Beyond the pantry door I catch a glimpse
Of shiny milk pans on a narrow shelf,
A row of places . . . the old brown cookie crock;
A brimming water pail all by itself;
A little bracket lamp beside the door,
Makes a small halo beside the door,
Makes a small halo on the kitchen floor.

An old grey cat is sleeping on a chair,
Paws folded in below her slowly chest,
She looks the picture of contented peace,
Like an old lady waiting for a guest,
Her eyes blink softly as if half awake,
Pale green like water in a mountain lake.

The kitchen has a fragrance all of it's own,
Of porridge simmering in a blue pot,
Of kindling wood drying beneath the stove,
And red coals glowing beautiful and hot,
There is a sense of joy and comfort there,
In the old stove and cushioned rocking chair.

A feel of home and peace and fireglow,
That lovely modern kitchens do not know.
~Edna Jacques, Farm Kitchen at Night
The Golden Road, 1953

What a wonderful poem this is and the pictures it paints in the mind are so warming and comforting. It reminds me very much of the kitchen of my first husband's family. A place that was always so warm and welcoming. I had grown up in Military housing and spent most of my adult life living in the same, so this was such a special experience for me and something that I had always wanted to have for myself.

I did not know then, but do know now that a kitchen like this is much more than aesthetics . . .  it is about the feeling of home and you can get that anywhere, anytime. It is a feeling of comfort and belonging . . . of love  . . .  love of family, friends, home. That is something I have always had. It was not something I ever really needed to chase or look for . . .  it was something I had all along and something which I have now.  I am blessed.
 

 


I am late getting started this morning as I have been watching a wedding on Zoom. One of the young women in my church congregation back in Chester in the U.K. was getting married. I have been watching this young woman grow and become the special person that she is since she was a wee girl in one of my Primary classes.  She always came to class with fingers full of color. She loved art and she loved creating.  That was something we had in common. I remember mentoring her and encouraging her in this skill. It was so wonderful to see her all grown up this morning marrying the love of her young life. I wish them all the happiness that life has to give them.  Such an exciting future they have to look forward to. She will be leaving her home to move over to America and so I know her parents will be feeling that loss, but at the same time I know her parents are pleased for her to begin a new and happy life of her own.

I wish this young couple all of the happiness that is theirs to hold as they begin this new chapter in their lives.  

 

It was nice to get out and go to the shops with Cindy yesterday afternoon. Dad had great difficulty getting in and out of the car. I can see a vast difference in him over these past few months.  He is really slowing down and his mobility is getting more and more difficult.  His sight and hearing as well. His hearing aids don't seem to do the job they are supposed to do and I am not sure what is wrong with his sight. He is waiting on an appointment to see a specialist for his eyes.  

His world is getting narrower and narrower. It breaks my heart to see it happening. I am grateful that my brother will be here next week. I believe it may be his last chance to see and spend some quality time with our father. I could be wrong, but that is just the way I am feeling. 

Oh the selfish part of us would keep our parents with us forever. But quality and quantity of life are not the same thing and I fear quality is much better than quantity will ever be.


 

On our way home yesterday we decided to go up the mountain to Pelton's to get a few things. They had fresh bread in the market. I wanted a loaf for this weekend when Eileen will be here.  We were interrupted by a flock of guinea fowl all over the road.  Thankfully we were not driving so fast as we could not stop, but I feared for them. They were waddling right down the center of the road. There must have been about 20 or more of them. A whole flock. Who knows where they came from. I found myself feeling anxious about those who might come after us that might not notice them before it was too late. I think it is in the nature of guinea fowl to wander. But, their owners should probably take better care at keeping them somewhat contained. I do not think they are very intelligent birds. 

That is perhaps harsh of me to think that the owners are being negligent. Afterall, I have never owned any guinea fowl and perhaps it is impossible for them to be contained and I apologize if I am being overly judgmental.  I just hate to see any of God' creatures put in danger due to negligence. 

And speaking of guinea fowl, I can hear the ones who visit my neighborhood now.  They are down to just two now.


 


For me that will always be the summer of summer days -- a cloudless sky, ditches and roadside deep in grass, poppies, cuckoo pint, trees heavy with leaf, orchards bulging over hedge briars . . . 

Ah those days . . . for many years afterwards their happiness haunted me. Sometimes, listening to music, I drift back and nothing has changed. The long end of summer. Day after day of warm weather, voices calling as night came on and lighted windows pricked the darkness and, at daybreak, the murmur of corn and the warm smell of fields ripe for harvest. And being young.
~J.L.Carr, from A Month in the Country

I am so grateful that I grew up in rural spaces. Indeed much of my life has been lived thus. Oh, I did spend quite a few years in cities I suppose . . . Winnipeg, Calgary, London, Chester . . . but it is the country years that impressed upon me the most. The ones which brought me the sweetest memories.  I am a country girl at heart. I long for nothing more than quiet summer days. It is said you can hear the corn as it grows. I have never put that to the test.

Friend's pages on Instagram are full of beautiful photographs of their flowers gathered into bouquets to bring indoors. They are so lovely. The beautiful fruits of their labors. I am so grateful that they are so generous in sharing the lovely photos of them with us all.  Are we not blessed to live in a world where such a thing as this is available for us to enjoy?? I think we are. I am so grateful for the sharing of these beautiful glimpses into the lives and gardens of others.


 


I was marveling yesterday at how much these young mums today manage to get done.  They have beautiful homes and the ones that I watch had large families, 8 or 9 children in each. Their homes are beautifully decorated, and they cook such lovely meals for their families. And most of them home school as well. I was never as together as that. I suppose I had a large family, with five children, but my home was never that put together. I did cook them lovely meals but I was always playing catch-up with everything else in the house. It seemed I never ever saw the bottom of the laundry pile, and my house was never a showhouse.  I don't know how they manage to do it all, and cook the meals, home school and then film it all to share with the world. 

How inadequate I was, and am, in comparison. I fear I was always running to catch up and never quite did. I am still running to catch up, lol, and there is really only me in the house. I never get the things done in a day that I really want to get done. Oh, I have lists in my head of what I want to do, what I would like to do, but I never even begin to scratch the surface.

Comparison is the thief of joy. That is so very true. I cannot and should not compare my life to theirs.  What I see is only a glimpse of what they want me to see. Perhaps beyond the edges is chaos. I like to think that nobody can be so perfect as what they want us to think.  The thought of that brings me a measure of comfort.  

And I am in my dotage now . . . it takes me twice as long to achieve half as much. I spend too much time with my head in the clouds, dilly dallying. But I am happy and that is what counts most of all.


 


I don't really have a lot more time to spend this morning.  Watching that wedding took up several hours. (It was 45 minutes late starting.) But it was a worthwhile occupation with which to begin my day.  I will have to leave you now as I have a lot to get done before I go to pick up Eileen.

We have a busy day planned together. Her laundry, a knife skills class, a craft activity, and movie night, and that is just for today. Plus we also need to go to the store.

I will leave you with a thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*Nevertheless,
she persisted.

That pretty much sums it up! Short but sweet.


Mixed Berry Crumble



In The Kitchen today  . . .  Easy Mixed Berry Crumble.  A perfect dessert to make with all of the fresh berries that are in abundance at the moment. The fruit is sweetened with white chocolate. Nothing else.  That buttery crumble on top is fabulous!

I hope you have a lovely weekend. I apologize for the briefness of my post this morning. Monday will be better.  Have a great couple of days. Don't forget!


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And I do too!