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 smell of wet pavement after a summer rain . . . it is unique and fresh and green. I love it 

  

Trees that grow handkerchiefs.  This was taken in Tatton Park a few years ago.  I have always thought that such a thing was magnificent. 

 

What an awesome God we have that could create such a beautiful earth for us to live on with all of its variety, from the most largest of things to the most minute of things, everything fitting together and with a singular purpose for each and every thing. Oh how I wish we were better stewards of it all. 

 

Garden visitors. I love to listen to blackbirds sing.  They have a beautiful call. Very melodic.  Have you ever wondered why it is that the male bird is always so much prettier than the female?  And yet in the human species it is the female that is more flamboyant and outstanding for the most part.  Interesting. 

  

Speaking of birds and flamboyance, my sister had two of these in her garden yesterday, proving to be quite a mystery for a time as they are not natural to Nova Scotia.  Guinea Fowl.

 

Aren't they fat little things?  I have eaten Guinea Fowl before.  Quite tasty.  They have not had water at mom's all weekend.  I hope they were able to get it sorted without too much expense.

  

I call this Beauty and the Beast . . .  these lovely flowers against the backdrop of the old brick wall of our shed.  The shed needs a bit of work doing on it I think.  Or it will be falling apart . . . 

 

The Lavender is almost finished now.  the bees have really enjoyed it. 

  

Sunday soup, from the store cupboard. If only it looked as good in real life as it does in the photo on the can.  It tastes alright though, so won't complain and when you are hungry but lacking in time, it does what it is intended to do.  Fills you up.  Todd has his with bread and butter.  I have mine with crackers.  We are both happy with that.  Todd actually put his pajamas on yesterday afternoon after church.  Well, first he had a nap while I called my mom and then he came downstairs in his pajamas after.  So not like him, but I thought what the hey!  And then I went up and put mine on and we both enjoyed hot bowls of soup in front of Songs of Praise in our pajamas while it bucketed down rain outside!  It poured and poured.  We were safe indoors eating our soup, every mouthful being carefully watched by you know how . . .  and feeling all snuggly and cosy while beautiful music tickled our ears.  Bliss.

God is good.

A thought to carry with you  . . .

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 *.˛.° ˛°. .“Think the best of each other, 
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Assume the good and doubt the bad.” 
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Spiritual Enlightenment  

Sometimes these things are just what I needed to hear  . . . wow.

  

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Buttermilk Dressed Rose Salad Bowl.

Have a great week.  May it be filled to overflowing with an abundance of small and wonderful things  Don't forget . . . 

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And I do too!