Tuesday 31 May 2022

The Simple Woman's Daybook . . .



FOR TODAY, May 31st, 2022

Outside my window ...
Its dull and raining. That's because it is garbage day.  It always seems to rain on garbage day, or snow, etc. On garbage day we can always expect some precipitation, lol  They finally cut our grass yesterday and they did an excellent job, even taking away the grass they had cut. Somebody must have complained. Last time they left dry clumps of grass all over the lawns. This time they did not. It looks nice out there.

I am thinking ...
Not a lot really. This is the last day of May. This month seems to have flown by very quickly. But I find generally time really does fly by quickly. June brings us to roughly halfway through the year. How did that happen???

I am thankful for ...
I would have to say that out of all the things/people, etc. that I have to be grateful for, and I have much to be grateful for  . . .  I am most grateful for my sister. I hope that she knows that. I love her, but I would love her anyways, even if she did nothing for me.  She has always been my best friend. She is an amazing, kind, caring individual and she always has been. When we were growing up she was the one taking in the bird with the broken wing, or field mouse (mom made her get rid of that one) . . . she has always been there for me. Always. She reminds me very much of my mother in many, many ways. She hasn't got a bad bone in her body. I wish I could do more for her. I can never repay her for the many kindnesses she had done for me in her lifetime. You can never out-give a giver. I love you Cindy. You are one of the greatest blessings in my life. When I count my blessings, I count you twice.

In the kitchen ...

The New England Haddock Burger.  Soft toasted bun, homemade tartar sauce, crisp dill pickles and perfectly cooked fish.  Sooo yummy!! 

On my "to Cook" list ...

Bernardin Home Canning: Because You Can: Rhubarb Jelly  Rhubarb Jelly. This looks so good!

Good to know ...

10 fun and informative tips that could save your life. You can find them here.

I am wanting to create ... 

Fabric and Ink  PDF Patterns. Cute! 

Milk and Chat.  A finished product, but very cute, inspiration possibly. 

Fab Art DIY      Again, very cute. 

Knitting Pattern   Cute sausage dog. Perhaps a pet for Luna. 


Lia Griffith   So sweet!  Woodland picket pals.

I am reading ...

Written on Our Hearts, Emily Belle Freeman 

In the midst of every challenge or adversity, one thing is certain—the Lord will deliver us, and the Old Testament can help us understand how. We may not be called upon to cross the Red Sea, be led into captivity, or be confronted by armies with strength far greater than ours. But there will be days when we face obstacles, danger, oppression, and injustice. And in those moments we can recall how to trust like Gideon, to build like Nehemiah, to plead like Hezekiah, and to stand up for what we know like Micah. We can draw strength from courageous prophets and prophetesses, from great women and mothers in Israel. And we can experience the sustaining power these biblical stories can have in our own battles of life as we remember that just as the Lord delivered the children of Israel, He has the power to deliver us.

Thoughtful and inspiring. This is so good.

I am looking forward to ...
Celebrating Dan's birthday on Saturday!  

Dreaming about ...



Roses on plates  . . . 


Glass door knobs . . .  Oh if only . . . 


Kitchen linens . . . 


Tomato Soup and a grilled cheese . . .  pure and utter comfort . . . 


Apple blossoms . . .  its that time of year  . . . 

Something to watch ...


I watched this last night (Pure Flix) and it was thoroughly charming. I really enjoyed it.

Makes me smile ... 

My cats always make me smile. Yesterday Nutmeg was helping me photocopy something for Cindy.  Seriously he is such a ham. He was right on the table next to me with his paw outstretched helping me to hold the book down on the printer glass. It was so cute. He wants to be a part of everything.

Corners of my kingdom ... 


Sheila's Bleeding Hearts. She gave me some for my own garden. I love Bleeding Hearts. Have you ever pressed them? 

A thought to carry with you ... 

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*Happiness is an inside job.
Don't assign anyone else
that much power over your life.
~Mandy Hale•。★★ 。* 。 

And that's my daybook for this week  . . .  

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Have a beautiful day and don't forget!  

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And I do too!       

Monday 30 May 2022

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.  


Family times.  I have been able to spend a lot of time with my sister and father since I returned to Canada, and it has been just wonderful. I love my family so much.  I don't think I realized how very much I missed them when I was in the UK. Oh, I knew that I did, but most of the time I tried not to think about it. I was making the best of the situation I had found myself in.  

When I first went to the UK it was with the idea in mind that I would only be there for two years, and that my husband would emigrate to Canada when he started getting his old age pension, and we would both move back then. I actually did go back to Canada and start looking for a job so that we could do that, but then Todd told me he wouldn't be able to because he had a criminal record for something he had done when he was younger.  Rioting or some such. You believe what you are told. Anyways, I ended up back over there, making the best of the situation. I wasn't going to walk away from a third marriage, and fail three times.  

I missed my family terribly however, even though I tried to make light of it. I think a part of me always was sad that I had not been able to return as planned. 

Oddly enough when I read my Patriarchal blessing it tells me that I will be blessed to be able to return to my homeland and make a life for myself there.  I never knew how that was going to happen, but happen it did! 

Anyways, family times are the best of times!!

Anthony Birthday number one
May 1976

My firstborn son turned 47 yesterday. It seems like just yesterday I was bringing him home from the hospital.  All my life I had wanted to be a mom.  I used to wish that my mother would have another baby and of course she wouldn't, lol.  I always loved playing house and playing with my doll, being the mother. When I got married the first time, I could hardly wait to start a family and Anthony was born 9 months and five days after we got married!  I was right in my glory.  

He was everyone's baby.  My parents doted on him.  Cindy and David also. He was very much loved by us all and still is. I am so proud of him, as I am all of my children. He is a good, good person, with a kind and generous heart.  A good father and a good husband and a good son.  He turned me into a mom and actually he turned me into a grandmother as well! 

I hope he had a great day!  I did facetime with him on Saturday and he was getting ready to make a trip to the market for samosas! 

Being a mom, one of my most favorite of things.


Being creative again. I have always loved creating and doing things with my hands. Painting, needlework, etc. Being able to get back into it by making Luna Lapin has been wonderful for me. Being able to do it with my sister has doubled the pleasure.  I am just enjoying this so very much.  Planning clothes, buying fabric. Just doing this together. Its been really wonderful. I need to finish putting mine together. Cindy has hers all put together and she looks fabulous. I have my legs done. I need to remind myself that I need to have time for play as well as work.  Note to self:  play some today.


I got my red geraniums!  We had to go to three different places but finally I was able to find my hanging baskets.  I just think red geraniums say hello. Welcome.  Home Sweet Home.  I love them. 

On a side note, its been over two weeks since they have cut the grass here and the lawns are all looking terribly overgrown. I think that the person they have hired to do them is not capable of keeping up with the work.  Its a different person than they had last year. They also did the snow removal this past winter and I don't think they were really great at that either. When they finally do get around to cutting the grass there is going to be huge clumps of it laying all over the lawn which will look really bad, but right now the grass has gone to seed and the lawns are covered with spent dandelions.

Not nice.  It is the talk of the street. But I am grateful to have a roof over my head, a place to call home.  Even if the grass does need mowing. 😄


The last few nights I have tried to let the cats stay in with me when I have gone to bed.  Nutmeg gets really cuddly, but it doesn't last long. He ends up getting really playful then and jumping around, etc. I end up having to put them both out eventually. I have a hard enough time falling asleep without that to contend with!  But the cuddly moments are the best. I do enjoy those. In the past, my cats have always slept on my bed with me.  I am hoping in time these two darlings will also sleep on my bed with me.

Mitzie always slept next to me on my bedroom floor, right next to the bed. I could reach down in the middle of the night and stroke her ears if I wanted to.  She was always gone by morning and waiting for me downstairs. On the 4th she will be 12 years old.  She is an old dog now.  That makes me feel sad.

Enjoying time with my fur babies however,  and memories of a dear sweet dog, a very wonderful thing.


I think I am going to enjoy being in Young Women's at church, but I am feeling a bit anxious about it as well. I hope that I am up for the responsability. We had a meeting as a Presidency after church yesterday and we each had our duties outlined for us. I am the second counselor and so my duties are not as full on as the first counselor's are, but still, they are a bit daunting. Just learning the Young Women's theme is daunting enough. I don't think I will ever be able to memorize it.  Memorization is not my forte.


Maybe if I break it down into parts and memorize them, one at a time.  Eventually I will get there. One of my responsibilities is to keep track of the birthdays and have cards ready, etc. I will have to go to the dollar store and pick up a bunch of birthday cards I think.

One thing is for sure. I will do anything pretty much but camp. They better not be asking me to go camping, lol. Me and sleeping outside of my own home do not mix. I don't sleep. Its as simple as that.

Being able to serve the young women in my branch however, that is a wonderful thing.


I picked up some rhubarb the other day and am hoping to do something with it today or tomorrow. I adore rhubarb. It is one of my favorite fruit/vegetables.  It has ever been so.  I have been perusing recipes for something different to do with it. We shall see what I come up with! 

Rhubarb season is a really wonderful thing. 

Being able to worthily partake of the sacrament each week.  That is a huge part of my life and I really missed it when we were not able to go to church during Covid. For those who have priesthood members in the home, it was not so bad. They could still have it blessed and passed, but those of us who do not have worthy priesthood members in the home, it was a different story.  I love those special sacred moments at church when I can set aside all of my cares and woes and just ponder on the Savior and renew my covenants I made at Baptism, think about all He did for us, take His name upon me again.  Sacred and pretty wonderful.

Being able to sit and watch the hummingbirds visit the feeder.  They keep the cats mesmerized, but they mesmerize me as well. I love them.  They really keep us all entertained. I missed hummingbirds when I was in the UK. They are really small and really wonderful things! 

I am pleased to join in with celebrating the Queen's Platinum Jubilee this week. I know not all will agree with me, but I have a great admiration for the Queen. I think she has done an exemplar job during her reign.  I don't think that being a royal is a very easy position to be in. I know they are wealthy but at what cost to them. They live in a fish bowl with lives that are not really their own to live. They really do live in service to their people, and I will not hear otherwise. They are at the same time very human and the pressures on them to "keep up" a certain way of life, and to portray a certain image must be immense. Most of them do it very admirably, and we must overlook the frailties of the others who don't.  Could you live your life as they have to?  Would you want to?  I know for me, I could not and would  not want to.  That she has been able to do so and do it so well, in spite of all of the weak members of the family and their poor examples, is something to be honored in my opinion and so this week I will be celebrating her fine example!

There are many who think that the Royal family should be done away with, but in reality the fact that there is a British Monarchy brings a lot of cash into that country. People flock to the UK to take in all the pomp and ceremony.  Buckingham palace is always loaded with sightsee-ers. People/tourists love all things Royal. Its a fact and the country makes a lot of money from that love.


My life is very full at the moment. I am so grateful for all the many blessings in my life. I think that to live a life filled with gratitude makes for a life filled with a multitude of joys.  NO life is perfect, but I think my life is pretty darn close! I would not have it any other way.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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 *.˛.Life is a journey,
and if you fall in love
with the journey,
you will be in love forever.
~Peter Hagerty•。★★ 。* 。 

In The English Kitchen today I have gathered together ten of my favorite Pasta Salad Recipes for the summer. Tis the season and all that!   Each one is pretty delicious in its own right.  There is a bit of something there for everyone!

I hope you have a great day and a wonderful week, filled to overflowing with an abundance of small and wonderful things. Don't forget!

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And I do too! 

Saturday 28 May 2022

All Things Nice . . .


He moves with a ragged patch of light
Doing his chores about the stable way,
A blot o dancing yellow in the night
As back and forth he goes for sheaves and hay.

Whistling he moves about his humble chores,
The friendly stock, the stable warm and dim,
Long moving shadows play about the floors,
The horses softly neigh for oats to him.

The cattle stand beside the stanchions bare,
Yielding their snowy milk; its fragrant heat,
Rises like incense on the frosty air,
The bedding straw is gold beneath their feet.

A kitten rubs its face against his arm,
Purring its friendly trust; the dog is close,
Wagging his stubby tail in happy charm
His master's love the only heaven he knows.

Ah could we find more gracious life than this,
Full days of toil and lovely brooding night,
Good food and love and windows through the mist
And homes within a yellow patch of light.
~Edna Jaques, To a Man With a Lantern
Beside Still Waters

This poem was published in 1939, and that time was in the Highways to Reading book for Grade 5 in Canada and was also used in the schoolbooks of Scotland.

I am sitting here this morning wondering what children's reading books in school look like today.  Do they even have reading books?  Or do they read from tablets?  I have many fond memories of reading my Dick and Jane books at home to my mother at night when she would be helping me with my homework.  Mom was very good at helping us with our homework, although I did not really appreciate it at the time. How very blessed we were to have a mother who took time out from her very busy days to help us with things like this. 

 One of my great treasures is my Grandmother's school reader.  The Royal Readers 1. It was first published in 1902 by A&W McKinley in Halifax. My grandmother would have been five years old in 1902. We stayed with my grandparents for a time when we came back to Canada from Germany in late 1959 to 1960. My father was out in Manitoba with the armed forces waiting for a house for us and we were with my grandparents in Nova Scotia.

We had come across the Atlantic in November of 1959 on a Cunard Liner, the RMS Ivernia. 


I don't remember much about the voyage really. My mother was pregnant for my brother at the time and there was myself aged 4 and my sister would have been 1, so not a really fun voyage for mom. She was pretty seasick through the whole voyage and I know that I was ill with earache. Crossing the  Atlantic in November would have meant stormy seas much of the time.  I have vague memories of the pursers office but that could be my imagination.

At that time the liners would land in Montreal.  My parents had a car on board.  Upon debarkation we drove from Montreal to my paternal grandparents in Northern Quebec for a visit and then down to Nova Scotia. I remember my father going off the road in Northern New Brunswick. We walked for a while through what seemed like deep snow to my little four year old legs to a farm house while my father arranged for someone to come and pull him out.  I remember the farmer's wife putting my hands into warm water to thaw them out. They were frozen.  I think they also gave us something to eat.

We would have gotten to my grandparent's in late November. I am not sure when my father left to go to Manitoba. My great grandmother died on Christmas Eve that year, so my mother got to see her beloved Grammy Best before she passed and to spend some time with her. I just remember being chased out of her bedroom when she was dying. It was probably not a good place for a child to be and they wouldn't let my mother in the room because they felt it would affect the baby if she were there.

They had some funny ideas in those days.


I had a lovely time out with my sister and dad yesterday.  We were half an hour early for dad's appointment, but then the doctor was half an hour late getting us in. So we had a long wait there, but that's okay. We are patient people. Afterwards we went to the Cambridge convenience store and stocked up on a few things and then we had lunch at Jonny's after. We were all a bit peckish by then.  We just had half sized poutines.  Nice.

After that we went back to Dad's and Cindy refilled his hummingbird feeder, made his bed etc. while I sorted out his computer stuff.  

It was getting a bit late by then so we ended up not going to look at hanging baskets, but we did get to Goucher's and I picked up some rhubarb, so I may play with that today. We'll see how the day goes.


I try to stay as busy as I can most days. I find that it helps me a lot to keep my hands and mind occupied. If I have too much time to think I find that I feel very sad still, and I know that I have a life filled with abundance and good things, incredible blessings and I am grateful for all of them, I really am.  I just have this undercurrent of sadness which lies beneath all the joy.  Each night I pray for it to become a little less with every day that passes, and fall asleep on a pillow damp with tears.  

Some of it has to do with Todd and what all happened with us.  To be happily married and oblivious one day and have your life blown apart the next.  Its not an easy thing. Its to be expected I suppose, to feel sad about that  . . .  but a lot of my sadness has to do with my youngest son and daughter.  I try to be grateful that they are happy and settled and have nice homes, jobs, lives, etc. And I am grateful for that. All any mother ever wants is for her children to be settled and happy.  But at the same time I am incredibly sad that I do not have a part in any of that happiness.  I guess I will never come to understand it really.  In the meantime, however sad it all might make me, I am grateful that they are settled and seemingly happy.  It could always be worse, and so long as I have breath in me, I have hope.


I should have gone to the Temple this morning. We have a Temple in Halifax/Dartmouth. It is the Temple which I took my endowment in. I just have not been able to bring myself to go back to the Temple, which is quite unlike me. I always enjoyed going to the Temple. I loved to be there enjoying its peaceful and spiritual atmosphere, its beauty.  But whenever I think of it now I think about how I was utterly betrayed and lied to on what was probably one of the happiest days of my life. I think about the hopes and dreams I had, about eternal marriage and eternal partners and eternal vows and covenants and how utterly meaningless they were to the person who was kneeled across from me.  I know that anyone can lie their way through a Temple recommend and go into the Temple and knowing that has taken something away from the sacredness for me.  I don't know how to explain it.

I totally believe in the Temple covenants I made in the Temple. They were made with all the solemnness of my heart and with faith . . . . and with great hope.  I will go back some day.  I just need to get over this hurdle in my heart.   I will in time  . . . I guess it is still relatively early days. 


I had a really lovely facetime with my middle son last evening and got to talk to two of his boys.  He is building the most beautiful electric guitar.  He seems to find a great deal of peace and comfort in working with his hands. Oh how I love this middle son of mine and his kind and caring heart. I love all my children the same. They are each one unique and different.  When Doug was first born I remember the Doctor laying him on my chest and looking down into his eyes. He was not crying, just laying there quietly looking up at me and he had the most full head of hair I had ever seen on a baby. He never lost any of it.  I remember looking into his eyes and thinking this is a kind and gentle old soul.  He was so quiet and calm and at peace.  

When he was a toddler I used to wake him up in the mornings in a special way. I would go in with our cat and the cat would start treading on him and purring him. I would tell him the cat was singing a special song, "Good Morning Starshine." And then I would sing it to him. Happy memories are those. But children grow up and grow out of the idea of and belief in singing cats . . . 

But they never grow out of who they are in their hearts and he is still a kind and gentle old soul, who cares for his mother. 


I am hoping that maybe today I might get my Luna Lapin all put together and maybe cut out some clothes. So far I have only her legs put together and stuffed and my sister put her ears onto her head for me the other day when I was there.  I know it is a bit odd for an old woman like me to be playing with a rabbit, but it brings me much joy. I never had a lot of dolls when I was growing up and dolls are one of my absolute favorite things in the world. We should all embrace a little bit of what brings us joy when we can. Light.

Well the sun is coming out. The rain has stopped and I need to be getting on with my day. I have prattled on long enough this morning. 

I will leave you with a thought for the day  . . . 

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 *The real gift of gratitude is
the more grateful you are,
the more present you become.
~Robert Holden  •。★★ 。* 。 

In The English Kitchen today, Peanut Butter Pan Cookie.  This 10-inch cookie mixes and cooks right in the pan on top of the stove. It makes an excellent dessert when topped with some vanilla ice cream or whipped cream.

I hope you have a wonderful Saturday whatever you get up to! Don't forget!

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And I do too! 

Friday 27 May 2022

My Friday Finds . . .



A few of the things  I find each week that pique my interest, bring me joy, inspire me to learn, create, do, become . . . Maybe they will do the same for you!    


 Sew Modern Bags. Honeycomb Basket.  


Prim Penny Make Dos.  All her stuff is gorgeous.  I am in love with this cat. 


Ravelry.  Sampler Snowman Boot Cuffs.  For next winter?   

Lullaby Melodia.  Crab stitch tutorial.   

Start knitting. A variety of knitted capelettes.  Nice!    

Fairy Tale in a Room Box. No source.  Just inspiration.  So cute!  


I love the work of Chloe Remiat.  It is so whimsical.  

Kim Welling.  Comfort Boxes.   

 Moline on Flickr.  Tea Cups and Roses.  

I love the vivid colours in this.  It says unavailable, but I wish I could find a pattern for it, or maybe even just use this colour template to do another kind of blanket.  


How cute are these?  I couldn't find the source.   


Cinderberry Stitches.  Matchbox Mermaids.   



Kate's Creative Space.  Kiss in a box.  Cute idea!  

The Kitchn.  DIY Muffin Liners.  

 Craft Passion.  Sock Kangaroo.  Love it!   


A box of little houses by Ceramicist Szilvia Vihriala on Instagram. I'm not sure why but they make me think of Cinq Terre, or an Irish village, or Lunenburg  . . .  all that colour makes me smile.  


This also makes me smile  . . .  such cute little bloom holders. I could not find a source.   

 I found this here.  I don't know who created this either, but I love it.    


Little Monkey.  Classic Beach Bag.   

Mod Flowers.  Cute dolls.  So sweet.   

Red Heart.  Free pattern for these lovely placemats.   


The Real Violet Pie.  Tiny snout bears.  Cute!   

Look 4 Ward.  By Vera Torokova.  Miniature dolls that can fit in a walnut shell.  Amazing. 

Kelly Acker.  So cute.   


Margaret Berg Art.  Nice.    

And those are my finds for this week. I hope that you saw something you liked! Oh to just have more hours in the day eh?

This morning I am going with my sister to my father's Doctor's appointment and then we are going to go to that Convenience store that carries Costco stuff, and then we will go back to Dad's. We want to help him get his Medic Alert thing up and running. He's been paying for it for months, but hasn't got it working. Then we are going to go look for flower baskets. So a nice full day!

A thought to carry with you . . .

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Worrying is carrying tomorrow's
load with today's strength.
Carrying two days at once.
It's moving into tomorrow
ahead of time. 
Worrying does not empty 
tomorrow of its sorrow,
it empties today of its strength.
~Corrie Ten Boom  •。★★ 。* 。  

In The English Kitchen today   . . .  Spaghetti Salad with Tuna. This may not look very exciting but it is really delicious.  It is filled with cracked kalamata olives, capers, roasted peppers, fresh herbs, lemon, balsamic vinegar, olive oil and good tuna!

Have a wonderful Friday.  I hope you spend it doing something you love.  Don't forget! 

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And I do too!