Dear Neighbor . . .

 

Deer crossing the low river last year.

 

OCTOBER 1st, 2026

Estate Lane, Nova Scotia

12*C/54*F

Cloudy with a chance of meatballs

Dear Neighbour,

Sorry I couldn't resist. Every time I say it's a cloudy day I want to say that.  Yes, this IS a day early, but tomorrow my sister and I are going on a road trip so I won't have time to write my usual missive. I knew you wouldn't mind. Things are going to be a bit chaotic over the next few days. I am still figuring out how I am going to fit everything in, but I will get it done. At least the important stuff anyways.

We had our usual Wednesday night supper out last night, but it was a bit discombulated.  There had been a really bad accident involving a car and a transport truck just the other side of the river on the way to Cindy's house early in the day yesterday, sadly involving fatalities. At the usual time for she and dad to leave, the road was still blocked so they had to come a different way, and when they went to go home, sadly it was also still blocked so they had to go a different way home as well. It's always upsetting when something like a bad accident happens. You are filled with a mix of sadness and relief that it wasn't you, especially when it is a road you take all the time.

Dad also had an accident just before they went to leave so Cindy had to get him changed, etc. He seemed very out of it last night. He is just not himself these days. I am seeing a rapid decline. Of course he did not have his hearing aids so that might have added to his confusion, but in all honesty I am not sure how much longer he can handle these outings, as much as he does love to go out. I think he even chose himself not to go a few times over this past week, so not like him.

 

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Here we are now into the month of October. I think it is going to pass in a blur.  This weekend is the Autumn General Conference for my church, with four sets of talks going.  Eileen will be here Saturday night and I will get her settled in for what will probably be a couple of week's stay. She leaves on Sunday afternoon for Halifax, has her operation on Monday, and hopefully returns on Tuesday.  Canadian Thanksgiving is next weekend, the 12th of October.  Then there are weeks of recovery and Halloween to look forward to at the end of month. A busy, busy month when all is said and done, but I have to agree with Anne Shirley in saying I am a girl who loves Octobers. Every season here in the Maritimes holds it's own glory, but October  . . . that is the jewel in Autumn's crown. 

The air becomes as cool as an old metal teaspoon, and there is a faint tang of blue woodsmoke spice carried in the air. The colour of the maples dazzle the eyes, giving forth light like closer suns. The oaks glow with garnet fire and all the thickets are ablaze with scarlets, pale gold and cinnamon. Autumn's tune is in full swing and we cannot help but dance to it's sweet melody. It's such a pretty song.

 

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Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love -- that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn. My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

~George Elliot (1819-1880), from a letter to Miss Lewis, 1 October 1841

I know just how Mr. Elliot felt. It is the season of glorious.  I am really looking forward to our trip up the valley tomorrow.  If I can remember I will take some photos to share on the weekend of the colours. I can't wait to get a jug of fresh apple cider. Maybe some good apples and of course there is the squash. I love the huge variety that we have available at this time of year.

Its funny how much I love squash. I would have never thought that I would as it was something I really disliked when I was growing up. I think, perhaps, that I just disliked the way that our mother cooked it. It was always boiled and soggy, without a lot of flavour.  I do not blame her, she didn't know any better. That was just the way it was always done in her family.

As an adult I have come to appreciate this wonderful gourd for all of it's delicious properties. Steamed or roasted  . . .  I have not yet met one I did not enjoy.  Done properly the flesh is sweet and earthy. I love it with lots of butter, salt and pepper, simply mashed, but I would never turn down a plate of it caramelized and roasted in the oven. I always add a pinch of brown sugar to it when I mash it and when I am roasting it a drizzle of maple syrup is never a mistake. There is NOTHING wrong about that!

 

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The neighbour across the way has fully moved in now and has stayed there the last few nights. These places never stay empty for very long. That is how great the demand for housing is in this area. The luxury apartments that have just been built in town now have a huge banner hanging on them saying "Now Leasing."  They are quite expensive for what you get, but each (even those on the ground floor) has it's own balcony, heat pump, and there is underground parking along with a private gym and laundry facility.  I am not sure how many people will be able to afford the rents, however.

There is a house that is just finished being built just down the road. There had been a lot for sale there for many years, filled with lovely big trees. I don't think it ever sold, but the person who owned it chopped the trees down and has built a house there which is now for sale. A simple 1100 sq foot bungalow, two bedrooms, one bath, open concept and they are selling it for almost $400,000. In an area which is economically depressed. I cannot imagine anyone from here being able to afford it.  It will be bought, no doubt by away folk, same with the apartments. The rents for those are over $2000 a month. 

That may not seem a lot if you live elsewhere or in the city, but here in the valley it is somewhat astronomical.  Unless you are in the military you are not making huge sums of money. But people will somehow scrape it up.  To be honest, I do not know how family's are making ends meet anymore. It must be so hard.

 

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Sometimes I do get a bit afraid of how I am going to continue to pay for where I am living. My income is so reliant on the whims of the internet and google, to be honest, and AI is really playing with that a lot. I would be lying if I said I don't get scared at times.  No fun when you are in your 70's at a time in life when you should be able to just sit back and enjoy your golden years, but it is what it is.

It does add a layer of stress to my life, I'm not gonna lie. I was feeling a bit stressed out by it the other day and then I read this, just when I needed to:

I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. For life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?

Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you - you of little faith!

~Luke 12: 22-28 NIV

Talk about a reminder, and yes a chastisement. When I look at all the things He put in place for me to be here, now, I should not worry. I know it is only human to do so, but really . . .  He has been taking care of me all along.  Why would He stop now. And so I just keep plugging along, believing and hoping that all will be well. Things have a way of working out, one way or the other.

 

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I am not sure what all I will get up to today. I have some work to do of course, probably double or trip the work that I would normally do to make up for tomorrow and then Saturday.  Aside from that I will be tidying up and just doing the normal stuff I do every day. I do have laundry to put in and a few other things. Nobody has invented self cleaning clothing or houses that tidy themselves up yet, unfortunately. At least I never get bored. And so, with that in mind I best wind this down now.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*We love our bread

We love our butter

but most of all

We love each other.

~Unknown

In the Kitchen today, something I made yesterday. Classic British Sausage Casserole. Delicious comfort food for cooler days. I divided it up into freezer containers and took it over to Eileen when I went to pick her up for dinner. It did taste fabulous and I knew she would love it. She is going to have one today for her supper and freeze the rest. Hearty chunks of thick sausage, in a lush and tangy onion gravy. What's not to like?

I hope your Thursday goes very well.  Whatever you get up to, I hope it brings you joy and peace. Don't forget!

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Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

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So here we are, once again, sitting at the end of another month. How can that be possible. It doesn't seem like it should be, yet here we are. Every day when I look at the end of my street, what was lovely and green and flush just a few days ago, is not a brilliant scarlet mixed with ochre and gold. Every time I hop into the car to go to my sister's place I am amazed at how quickly the landscape is changing. It is as if once it got started, like a ball rolling down the hill, momentum has been picked up and, well, here we are. Things are moving along very rapidly.

 

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So I told you I had joined that plenty of fish site. Well, I am glad I didn't invest any money in it. To date I've only been contacted by one fella and he was in his early 60's. Just a few one line messages and it turns out he is already in a relationship, but is looking for an older woman with fringe benefits. Give me a break. See?  I told you. That's my fate. Always. 

I wasted no time in telling him he was barking up the wrong tree. 

I won't be investing in that site. I think I will just go back to the idea that I am on my own and am going to stay that way. I've dipped my toes into the water and I am not liking the temperature. Men are such jerks.  C'est la vie.

 

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Cindy and I are planning a trip up the valley to the farm markets on Friday. I am looking forward to that. Collecting squashes and apple cider. Just spending the time together.  We wanted Eileen to go with us, but she has to pick up her hearing aids that day, so won't be able to join us. It's really our last chance to go before Eileen has her operation on Monday. I'm not sure how long the recovery/resting time will be from that and I won't be traveling very far from home once that happens. Not until she is all better.

I find myself crying over that every night. How could this beautiful baby girl of mine be in this situation? Would that it was me in her place. That I would expect. I'm old. I've lived my life. I'm just waiting for something to take me out if I am really being honest.  Not my baby. She's only 48.  Born into this world with disabilities already in place, hasn't she suffered enough in life? It somehow doesn't seem fair.  But then, life is not fair. Not for lots and lots of people. Does anyone really deserve this? I think not.

Somehow we just get handed these cards in life and it is up to us how we deal with them. I am impressed with her courage. I am so proud of her.  I wish that I could be with her on Monday.  To hold her hand, to be there when she wakes up. But alas . . . not to be.

And I would be lying if a part of me doesn't feel like my ex is being his typical jerk self. Taking over the situation and not including me  . . . again . . . locking me out of the room. He's been locking me out of the room since we separated, truth be told. This is nothing new. Over all these years, his attitude has been that anything to do with the children was none of my business. And, to be honest, I've let him treat me that way. I have never been a wave maker. Never. I just let people get on with it and bite my tongue. I had thought that we might be able to do this together.

If the step mom is there, I will be really seething. Sorry, but that's the truth. I'm only human. I can't help it.

In any case, Eileen will be coming here afterwards and I will be the soft space for her to land. Maybe that is more important. That she heals in an environment where she knows she is accepted and loved and comfortable.

 

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I have come to realize late in life that I have always been a dreamer with  my head in the clouds. With a hearty lust for life and boundless daydreams, but at the same time full of insecurities.  I believed that life was one of happenstance and spontaneity.  Like a television sitcom.  Endlessly never-ending with the only constant being the wacky situations I would encounter on a daily basis and solve or get out of.  Problems solved in half an hour, an hour at most and then I'd live happily ever after. 

I've learned that, while serendipity has its place and can make life sweeter, life is really more about the minutia and routine and maintenance that gives it it's heft and value.  The battery pack to a life well lived. There is a great comfort to be found in the routine and sameness of one day following the next in single file.

Its easy to let the mind wander when your hands are in dishwater, or taking the laundry out of the washer and popping it into the dryer, but following a routine is also an invitation to genuinely savour the moment given. Slowing down and losing ourselves in these slow soft minutes gives us the chance to reflect on the blessing that is ours in having a home to come back to at the end of the day, or having some cats to take care of, or that good book that is waiting for us to crawl into bed with it. A bag full of yarn and hooks waiting for us to create something new. 

There is something quietly powerful about routine. The simple rhythms we return to day after day . . . morning light through the window, the first hot drink of the day, making the bed, tidying the kitchen . . .  they become the threads that hold our days together. Routine isn't about perfection or productivity. It's about creating a life that feels steady, comforting, and beautifully our own.

Choosing small rituals with intention, we build a home and a space that supports us. We create pockets of peace in a world that often feels rushed. We remind ourselves that a beautiful life isn't composed of grand gestures, but from the gentle repetition of what matters most  . . .  care, gratitude, presence.

A beautiful life grows quietly in the everyday. In the things we do again and again, with love.

 

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"Nice library. Is one of these a trick book?"

"How so???" I ask

"Like you pull it off a shelf and a hidden door opens?"

"Oh, yeah" I respond . . .  "All of them."

Books have been my constant companions for as long as I can remember and for as long as I have had the ability to pick one up. From childhood afternoons curled up with a story to quiet evenings now with a book in my hands . . .   this has always felt like home.  Reading, it seems, has carried me all through the seasons of my life.  Nancy Drew and Anne Shirley. Enid Blyton. Meg from Little Women. Those inspiring historical romances that I enjoyed in my younger years that got me through many lonely nights as a young bride whose husband was often away from home.  The thrillers I used to love, written by Steven King, another stage I went through.  Books that made me feel smart like those written by Taylor Caldwell. Stages  . . .  each one offering me comfort, adventure, wisdom, and a thousand worlds to wander through whenever my heart needed them.

That's the magic of books, isn't it? With the single turn of a page, we can step into another time, another place, another life.  We can travel without moving, learn without trying, and feel deeply without ever leaving our favourite chair. Stories have a way of expanding us . . . reminding us that there is always something more to see, more to feel, more to imagine.

My love of reading has helped to shape me, gently, quietly, beautifully. It has given me courage, curiosity, and a sense of wonder that I carry into every day. And I'm grateful . . .  endlessly grateful . . . for the way a simple book can open a door and invite us into a world we didn't even know we needed. Hidden doors that open.  Stories that stay with us, adventures waiting on our shelves . . . 

I cannot imagine a life where I did not have the joy of cracking open a book and opening my heart and mind to a new adventure.

 

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Although it is a holiday here today, I still have a busy day head of me. (Don't ask me what holiday it is, I have no idea.)  I want to pop to the Avery's behind me and pick up some carrots. I don't have a vegetable in the house.  And I have work to get done. Laundry to do. Minutia to carry me through another day of wandering through life.  And then there is supper with the family at the Big Scoop later on. Memory making.

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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*An ordinary life can be extraordinary,

there is beauty in imperfection,

and magic can be found in every day.

We just need to have eyes 

willing to notice and see it all.

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Baked Sweet & Sour Chicken . . .  simple, delicious and built for two.

I hope you have a beautiful day.  Stay safe. Know you are valued.  Be happy and at peace. Don't forget!

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A Day Book . . .

 

FOR TODAY, September 29th, 2026

OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...

Some of the beautiful colours showing themselves at the end of my street. This year I hope I can get a photo looking down the street towards the mountain. That is the prettiest view. It is hard to believe that tomorrow is the last day of September, but there we are. It is. September has just whizzed by.

I AM THINKING ...

I joined Plenty of Fish yesterday on a whim. I felt sick right afterwards. There has been some interest but I'm not willing to pay any money to find out and I actually am not sure I am ready for this. Not even talking to a real man. It scares me too much.

I AM ALSO THINKING ...

A part of what scares me is my age, and also I am no bathing beauty. And also I have been lied to so many times I don't trust anyone, not male anyways. I also am having a hard time believing that anyone sincere would be interested in me. One time, many, many years ago I was spending the weekend in Windsor with my sister. She wanted to go out to this hotel bar, so I went along with her.  She had lots of hot guys hitting on her, but the only guy who hit on me was a geriatric Chinese business man in town for the weekend. Case closed.

 

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I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...

Where do I start?  We are going to be treated to the most stunning scenery over the next few weeks until we get a good storm that will shake all of the leaves from the trees. Prayer. I am so grateful for the many prayers offered on Eileen's behalf. I am so grateful for my faith which helps to keep me going. My home. My family. My friends. I just feel incredibly blessed.

I AM ALSO GRATEFUL FOR GRIEF  ... 

I thought I had already processed all my grief, but I have realized over these past weeks that I am only just now beginning to process it. And I have been crying every night when I am saying my prayers. I think these last almost six years I have been running ahead of it, trying to stay out of it's way, but I think it has finally caught up with me. But perhaps that is a good thing because maybe now I can start to put it all behind me. Right now I feel that if you scratched my surface it would all just come pouring out. Like I could cry, and cry, and cry.

IN THE KITCHEN ...

Quick and Cheesy, Pepperoni Pizza Pull-Apart Bread. Now that's a delicious mouthful. This was very simple to make, quick too and very VERY delicious. Its like Monkey Bread, Pizza-style. We did not have a dip with it, but you could serve it with ranch, blue cheese, Italian, etc. dressing. Whatever you think you might enjoy. I topped it with pepperoni, but you can top this tasty bread with whatever you like and enjoy!

ON MY "TO COOK" LIST ...

These Molasses Cream Pie Cookies look awfully good. From Just So Tasty. 

THIS I BELIEVE ...

I am sure we have all had people like this in our lives. I hope that I am never this kind of person.

SOMETHING THAT IS NICE  ...

The trick is not to let life break you, because if it can, it will. Don't let it. I hope that I will always have a soft heart and to be able to capture the goodness out of every day and hang onto it.

SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...

He knows the end from the beginning and is already putting things in place in your life to help you deal with whatever is to come. I firmly believe that to be true. I have seen it in my own life.

I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO ...

October.  I love October.

I AM WANTING TO CREATE ...

 

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Granny socks  . . . 

 

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A granny wreath  . . . 

A granny tree skirt. I couldn't find the source.  Sigh  . . . 

 

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Granny square Christmas Baubles  . . . 

 

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Crochet Popcorn Garland . . . 

SOMETHING I ENJOY ...

Cat memes.  Some of them are quite funny.

SOMETHING ELSE I ENJOY ...

The Scriptures.

I AM READING ...

THE HOLY FIRM, A Lyrical Meditation on Nature, Mortality, and the Sacred , By Annie Dillard

"This is a book of great richness, beauty and power and thus very difficult to do justice to in a brief review. . . . The violence is sometimes unbearable, the language rarely less than superb. Dillard's description of the moth's death makes Virginia Woolf's go dim and Edwardian. . . . Nature seen so clear and hard that the eyes tear. . . . A rare and precious book." — Frederick Buechner, New York Times Book Review 

 A profound book about the natural world—both its beauty and its cruelty—from Pulitzer Prize-winning author Annie Dillard In 1975 Dillard took up residence on an island in Puget Sound, in a wooden room furnished with "one enormous window, one cat, one spider, and one person." For the next two years she asked herself questions about time, reality, sacrifice, death, and the will of God. In Holy the Firm, she writes about a moth consumed in a candle flame, about a seven-year-old girl burned in an airplane accident, about a baptism on a cold beach. But behind the moving curtain of what she calls "the hard things—rock mountain and salt sea," she sees, sometimes far off and sometimes as close by as a veil or air, the power play of holy fire.

How to live with grace and wonder in the natural world.

THINGS THAT CATCH MY FANCY ...

 

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Cozy chairs to curl up in. I think I have wanted one since I was a child and heard the Friendly Giant talking about them.

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Pillows with ruffles  . . . 

 

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Cozy little writing nooks  . . . 

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Red and white  . . . 

 

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House magnets  . . . 

MAKES ME SMILE ...

This was one of those facebook meme thingies. I am supposed to belong in the 70's Disco age, Love, Peace and all that. I did like the picture though, and it makes me want to grow my hair again, although there is not much I can do to my face. Not that I would be willing to do or pay for, at any rate. 

SOMETHING TO WATCH ...

 

Mad About You, on ROKU  I love this show.

It sure takes me back. I was in my thirties when it was on the air, so about the same age as them.  Only difference, I had been married for more than a year and I had five children that I was raising.

A THOUGHT TO CARRY WITH YOU ...

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*The world is full of poems,

but you have to be quiet to hear them.

~Mary Oliver

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

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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.    

 

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I might be alone here, but I love these shorter days and longer nights. I like the coziness of it. Feeling safe and hunkered down in my wee little house. There is no place else I  would rather be.

 

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Weekend with Eileen. We enjoy each other's company so much. We talk, a lot. We eat some good food and some naughty food. We always watch a good movie. This weekend it was Boyhood, which neither of us had seen before. It was a long film, so we watched it over two days. I loved that they used the same actors as they aged to portray all of the characters. It took 14 years to make this film and it was really, really good.

 

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Sunday church. I love going to church on Sundays. It is an opportunity to really recharge my spiritual battery. Partaking of the sacrament, singing the hymns, the testimonies, talk, lessons. Its all good, and I love every minute of it, but then you already know that because I say it every week.

It was hard during Covid when we couldn't go to church and partake of the sacrament each week. I remember the first time back, when I was finally able to, I cried. Yes, it does mean that much to me.

 

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Little visits to the egg farm. I love going up there and seeing what they have in their little farm shop, besides eggs. We went on Saturday afternoon, Cindy, Eileen and I.  We had had them save some bread for us, White and Oatmeal Brown. I also picked up some brownies fresh out of the oven, bought a large chicken for Thanksgiving and got two chicken legs for Eileen and I to enjoy. (SO good.) We had already been there, the day before, Cindy and I, to get our eggs. The Mr. told us he was going to have fresh bread on Saturday so we just had to go back and get some. He had it reserved for us.  That's what I like about them. You can message them and they will put things aside for you. And, they will also special make things for you if you ask them in advance as well.

 

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Family times, they ARE the best of times. No family dinner this weekend, but there will be next weekend. But we did have Wednesday dinner out and then Eileen and I got to share two meals this weekend. So all good.

 

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Prayer. I don't know where I would be without it. The scriptures tell us to pray unceasingly. I always have a prayer or a conversation with God running through my head and my heart. And what is prayer, but . . . a conversation with God.

 

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Gratitude. I am a person who is grateful for all that I have been given. There, but the grace of God go I. I know that I am blessed. I have an attitude of gratitude and I like it.

 

These two. They have added an immeasurable amount of joy to my life. I am so glad that I made the decision to take them into my home. I love them so very much.

My home sweet home. I am so grateful to have a roof over my head and the means to pay for it. Again, there, but for the grace of God, go I. 

 

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Enough. I have enough. Of everything.  That is a true blessing that I am eternally grateful for.

And those are my small and wonderful things for this week. I am truly blessed.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★

*Life is always rocky

when you're a gem.

In The English Kitchen today  . . . Cowboy Beans. These are the same beans that my sister had made us for dinner a week ago. I finally got around to making them here at home myself. Oh my, but they are some good.  Hearty and delicious!

Eileen has her MRI today. I hope you have a beautiful day. May it be filled to overflowing with blessings. Along the way don't forget! 

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And I do too!