Wednesday 31 August 2022

A Wednesday wittering on . . .



Am I the only one surprised to find us sitting here on the last day of August, 2022?  Say it ain't so! I can't believe that we are already on the precipice of September. Didn't the summer just start?  It has gone ever so quickly.  I have tried to get all that I can out of each day, to savor each moment, but it has still slipped away.

I hate it when that happens and it is happening far too often for my liking!  This slipping away. Oh . . .  if only I could figure out a way to stop it. 


I have had some really beautiful moments this summer. I do believe that I was able to enjoy most of it in a way I had not done in previous years.  I look back and I smile at some of them.  It has been a wonderful summer and I know I have a few weeks to go yet before we are really into autumn, but do humor me while I think back on some of my highlights.

Getting to spend time with my brother was one of my favorite parts.  That day we spent driving his daughter up to Saint Margaret's Bay in the car was fabulous.  We were so lucky to have such a sunny day for the trip and it was so nice to spend some time alone with each other on the way back and just talk. Remember.  Enjoy.

And then I got to have him stay at my place for a few days as well. I had been worried that we wouldn't be able to fill the time, but we filled it admirably. He taught me how to get into a laptop and remove the battery, and  more importantly, how to replace the batter and put it back together! (Never think you are too old to learn new things!) He got me enjoying Manga cartoons.  Something which I never thought I would enjoy! But I am into them now.  I just wish I had more time to enjoy them.  

We had that lovely day up at the seashore in Margaretville. I had longed to go for these past two summers. My days of walking along the beach and enjoying it are gone now, but I did so enjoy sitting on the beach and taking it all in while he explored and then our time together sitting there afterwards.  I have learned that pleasure is relative  . . .  and individual to each of us.  He enjoyed exploring . . .  I enjoyed sitting.  We both enjoyed doing it together.

And we have spoken many times since he returned home. I think that this was a great opportunity for us to connect again, this time we had together.  I am so grateful that we had it. I love my brother.


So, too, I have enjoyed many, many moments with my sister. My favorite times have been the times we have spent sitting outside her home, at the table and taking in all the wildlife that lives in her garden. She has about six or so chipmunks that come to visit her and they each take their turns visiting.  She can tell them all apart and has names for each of them.  Herman the German comes to visit her from across the street.  There is a German family that lives there, hence the name of Herman.  Stubby who is missing a part of his tail. Mama Chippy who probably gave birth to many of them, and so the list goes on.

They come and take peanuts right from her hands.  She can call to them and they come out from their hideaways to visit.

The flock of wood pigeons that seem to live there.  I love to listen to them as they meander to and fro on the grass.  Its such a peaceful sound.

The chickadees, who also take seed from her hands. Cheeky bluejays, crows, red squirrels, etc. Its all such a treasure.

We have laughed and we have cried and we have just enjoyed each others company. I am so grateful for this special relationship which we share together.

I'm grateful for Dan too. I don't want to leave him out. We have some really special conversations as well. He makes me smile.


My days have been filled with plenty of joy and plenty of routine.  They follow a pattern that brings me great comfort.  The getting up of a certain hour and the sweet greetings of my two furry companions. My work which brings into my life a great purpose and calling. The joy of the special things which I choose to keep me company throughout the day,  the hummingbirds, my own chipmunk, the music I choose to listen to, the puttering, the writing, the cooking, the handiwork. Its all good. 

I wish I could fit in more . . . but . . .  like the months of the year . . .  and the years of my life  . . .  the days seem to slip off the calendar with a regularity that I cannot control or harness. All I can do is to make each one count in a special way . . .  to wring as much  life out of each one of them that I can. To treat each one like the gift that they are.

I think I have done that.  


One of the highlights of my summer, and it has come at the very end, was to meet up in person with Ginny and her husband Tom yesterday. I wish I had gotten a photograph of them, but the time we spent together just flew by.  That is the way when you spend time in the company of kindred spirits.  The time flies and before you know it . . .  its done and time to bid adieu.  They were not here for near long enough.  I could have easily enjoyed hours more with them than we had.  I hated to say farewell at the end of our visit. Lovely, lovely people.  Our conversation never flagged for an instant. I already knew I loved Ginny, but what a treat it was to meet and get to know Tom as well. I love the both of them together!

What a joy it is in life to have people touch your world and leave their beautiful imprint upon it and they have, and they did. It was a good good visit that was over far too soon.  And I learned so much from them!  I love it when that happens. When people bring knowledge as well as joy into your life. I only wish we lived closer. God willing I may venture down to visit them in their home habitat one day!

That photo up there is something which Ginny introduced me to yesterday.  She had the sweetest little bee tin for me and a photograph of a mural which had been painted on a community center a few towns away from them.   

“Bees never forget that they are part of something bigger than themselves… their hive is a part of them. What if we embodied this idea? What if we got curious about the world and each other again instead of intimidated by it? This is why I turn walls into windows – to remember that we are all connected… that separation is an illusion.” -Artist, Matt Willey  (Read more about his project

I love this idea.  I love thinking that we are also a part of something bigger than ourselves.   That we are all connected in some way.  I think if . . . as a world . . . we could all think more like that . . .  this place we call earth, home  . . .  would be truly transformed into a place of wonder and beauty . . .  and peace.  We can learn a lot from bees.

Anyways, I so enjoyed their visit. It was truly the highlight of my summer and has capped it off beautifully! Thank you Ginny and Tom! I love you to bits and back again! 💝 Kindred spirits. The best kind of friends.


Life is good. Far better than I thought it could be. It is filled with all the things which matter most.  I am so blessed.  And I know you must tire of hearing that, but I can't help but proclaim it to the rooftops while I can do so.  Life is good, and filled with joy. Not perfect, because what is??  But near perfect enough.

My life flows on in endless song;
Above earth's lamentation,
I hear the sweet, though far-off hymn
That hails a new creation
Through all the tumult and the strife,
I hear that music ringing
It finds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?
(give it a listen, bless your day)

One of my favorite hymns.

And with that I best leave you with a thought for the day  . . . 

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 *Cast all your anxiety on him,
because he cares for you.
~1 Peter 5:7•。★★ 。* 。 

I am talking the traditional British Sunday lunch in The English Kitchen today.  A variety of roasts and all of the fixings.  

I hope that you have a wonderful Wednesday.  Fill it with things which bring you peace and joy.  Above all don't forget! 

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And I do too! 

Tuesday 30 August 2022

The Simple Woman's Daybook . . .



FOR TODAY, August 30th, 2022

Outside my window ...
Its overcast and looking gloomy. This will burn off no doubt, and we will have a sunny day to look forward to. But don't quote me on that. I could be wrong.  Its forecast to be a hot one.

I am thinking ...
Last night I had a pinched nerve or something in the top of my leg and could hardly walk. It was excruciating.  I managed to hobble into bed at 8:30 because  I couldn't stand it any more and hoped it would go off  if I was laying down. I read, etc. until about 10. It did go off finally. I had been out sweeping my front deck/veranda earlier. I wonder if that caused it. Boy oh boy, this body of mine. I am always in pain. Always. In one place or another. I would love to be able to just go for a walk like I used to be able to do. Last night I was literally contemplating getting a walker.

I am thankful for ...
That "that" pain has gone off and I am much more mobile this morning.

In the kitchen ...

Southern Mac & Cheese. Do not make unless you want to gain ten pounds. Yes, it IS that decadent. Rich, creamy, gooey, decadence with an oozing molten layer of more cheese in the middle.

On my "To Cook" list ...

Lidia's insanely delicious Barolo Italian Beef. Oh my goodness. This looks so delicious! 

Good to know ...

I'm going to try this.

I am wanting to create ...

No source, but I love this. I have a thing for snowmen.

Knitting Pattern.  Mice sisters. So cute! Free.

Penny Rugs and More, Wool Moravian Star. Love the simplicity of this. Complete tutorial.

How to makes. Easy Knitting Pattern. 

In The Loop Knitting. Knitted kerchief. Love this. 

I am reading ...

Before Ever After, by Samantha Sotto

Three years after her husband Max’s death, Shelley feels no more adjusted to being a widow than she did that first terrible day. That is, until the doorbell rings. Standing on her front step is a young man who looks so much like Max–same smile, same eyes, same age, same adorable bump in his nose–he could be Max’s long-lost relation. 

He introduces himself as Paolo, an Italian editor of American coffee table books, and shows Shelley some childhood photos. Paolo tells her that the man in the photos, the bearded man who Paolo says is his grandfather though he never seems to age, is Max. Her Max. And he is alive and well. 

 As outrageous as Paolo’s claims seem–how could her husband be alive? And if he is, why hasn’t he looked her up?–Shelley desperately wants to know the truth. She and Paolo jet across the globe to track Max down–if it is really Max. 

Along the way, Shelley recounts the European package tour where they had met. As she relives Max’s stories of bloody Parisian barricades, medieval Austrian kitchens, and buried Roman boathouses, Shelley begins to piece together the story of who her husband was and what these new revelations mean for her “happily ever after.” And as she and Paolo get closer to the truth, Shelley discovers that not all stories end where they are supposed to. 

I have only just started this.

Looking forward to ...
Spending some time with Ginny and her husband this afternoon. I made a Swedish Almond Cake. Yum!

Dreaming About ... 


Sun flowers  . . . 


Yellow  . . . 


Sunflower curtains  . . . 


Sunny yellow tiles  . . . 


Sunny yellow dress  . . . 

Something to watch ...

The Thief, His Wife and the Canoe on Britbox.  A true story.

Makes me smile ... 


They always find their patch of light  . . . 

Corners of my kingdom ...

Sunflower blooming across the way  . . . 

A thought to carry with you ... 

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*I want to be like a sunflower
so that on even the darkest days,
I will stand tall and find the sunlight.
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And that's my daybook for this week! 

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   ⋰ ⋮ ⋱ blessings in life.*´¯`.¸¸.☆   

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Have a beautiful day and don't forget!  

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And I do too!       

Monday 29 August 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.


Going to church yesterday. I was glad that I had gone afterwards. I was the only one masked, no surprise there, but it is what it is.  I ended up not having to teach as there were no Young Women in attendance. Actually there were not a lot of people there yesterday. Maybe 30?  A lot were missing.  I got to go into Relief Society. My friend Christine was teaching and she taught a beautiful lesson based on Elder Gong's talk from the last conference entitled, "We Each Have a Story."  I really enjoyed the lesson and all of the stories which were shared by the sisters of some of their ancestors, where their names came from, etc. There was a lot of participation.  There was a sister who was visiting from Las Vegas and it turned out I went to school with her older sister, so that was neat.  

I learned that even though I don't always feel like going to church, (for purely superficial reasons), I need to go because I will be blessed for doing so.  I will not always feel like a stranger in the branch.  Eventually I will feel like it is my home too, but that will never happen if I don't go.

Suppers with Cindy and the family. I went over Saturday night for barbequed burgers and dogs, and then yesterday for a lovey roast pork supper.  The best part of course, aside from the food, is spending time with my family.   We talk, we laugh, we eat, we just enjoy being together. Family times are the best of times. I recognize that is not the way for everyone and so I am extra grateful that it is that way for us. We love and respect each other. 

That Little Mac is such a cute kitten, with so much personality. No surprise there!  He comes from a line of cats with great personality!  He is so friendly and always comes to say hello when I arrive and usually stays close by the whole time enticing me to play with him.  He talks a lot too. Just like Nutmeg.  I notice little things he does that are the same as what Nutmeg and Cinnamon do. He has the same markings as Cinnamon but the cheek of Nutmeg.  I think he is a really sweet cat.

I love the way my two get along with each other. They are best friends. The way it should be with siblings. They do get a bit scrappy from time to time when they are playing, but I think that is just because sometimes Nutmeg gets a bit more enthusiastic than Cinnamon wants him to be.  


Every Sunday afternoon I listen to Music and the Spoken Word on YouTube. Yesterday the Piano Guys were their guest artists. You can see that here.  It was a beautiful program of music.  I thoroughly enjoyed their performances.  The music was just stunning. They are so talented.  I love to watch this program each week. I find it so uplifting and inspiring and a beautiful way to help me keep my Sabbath day holy.  Music and the Spoken Word is the longest running radio/television show in the world.  This program has been adding to the beauty of the Sabbath day since 1929.  The reruns of it are all on YouTube as well. I often have it playing in the background while I work. It just makes for a beautiful atmosphere in my home. You cannot beat the music of the Tabernacle Choir at Temple Square for bringing a lovely spirit into your home.


I read the Book of Ruth (from the bible) in bed last night. The story of Ruth has always been one of my favorite books in the bible.  I am starting a 21 day study of it today through She Reads Truth.  I am excited about what I am going to learn from it, new teachings, and new ways to apply them to my life. I think most people are familiar with the book of Ruth. It is a story of faithfulness, loyalty and humility.

"And Ruth said, Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God."

This particular verse is used by many people in their wedding vows, etc.

I have experienced a lot of change over the last few years and I feel like God is not finished with changing me just yet. I am being polished and refined in ways I never could have supposed. I am dreading Friday and what comes next. It is only natural.  Its all out of my control anyways. I am learning to give up control and lean into God and His plan for me.  I had thought that all the changes I have already had to make were enough, but apparently there is more that I need to learn, more ways I need to grow. I am just going with the flow and hanging on for dear life as my adventure continues. Flows and ebbs  . . . highs and lows . . . its not what happens to you which counts near as much as how your reaction to what happens and how you choose to use it for the good and betterment of yourself and others.

I was dreaming a dream just before I woke up this morning and I was in a Doctors office with someone, I think my sister and the Doctor said to my sister you can go, but then he turned to me and said I need to keep you here a little bit longer.

I suppose it is preying on my mind, even in my sleep  . . . 

I am trying to be. I don't really have a choice do I.  I know that nothing in life was ever made better by worry or bucking against the flow. 

I am excited to be meeting my friend Ginny tomorrow, of the tea cozy fame. There will be cake.  I am blessed.

And with that I best be off, but not before I leave you with a thought for the day . . . 

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 *Your inner light shines when you 
are at peace with yourself and 
the world around you.
Let go of the struggle and feel
the beauty inside you. Allow all
to just be and just be you.•。★★ 

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Milk Bread and a few sneaky slices of Cheese on Toast. 

I hope your week ahead is filled to overflowing with an abundance of small, simple and wonderful things.   Don't forget! 

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And I do too! 

Saturday 27 August 2022

All Things Nice . . .



Not much, you say . . . a tiny place,
An attic bedroom, clean and sweet,
A table with a yellow cloth,
A window high above the street.

But from it I can see between
The red-roofed houses of the town,
The shining cross above the church,
And apple blossoms drifting down.

The clean sweet arch of summer sky
A white dove feeding in the lane,
A neighbor woman coming home,
Ivy against a window pane.

Frail smoke from cottages at eve,
A brown thrush singing from the hedge,
An old man spading in the yard,
Trimming the garden's ragged edge.

Only a little room perched high,
Like a brown nest against the eaves,
Half hidden from the passer-by
Behind a screen of maple leaves.

And yet within its tiny space
Dwell happiness and love for me,
A sense of home serene and sweet,
The salty fragrance of the sea.

A palace couldn't give me more,
Nor money buy its priceless worth,
A heart content with what it has,
The gift of riches not of earth.
~Edna Jaques, To Be Content
My Kitchen Window, 1942


There is a special contentment and joy to be found from being able to lean into the simple things in life. When I was living down in the South East of England in that cottage on the Estate, the sunsets and sunrises over the South Downs were spectacular and I had a window seat to all of them.  At both times of day a Song Thrush would perch on the chimney of the cottage next door and sing its heart out . . .  a beautiful song that was magical and so calming  . . . it echoed through the air surrounding the cottage. It was such a beautiful gift, a heavenly sound that brought me so much peace to listen to . . . 

Quite unlike the cry of the loon across the lake . . .  that is a sound that always makes me feel lonely. Kind of like the sound of a train whistle in the night.  

That is a sound not many will find themselves privy to in these modern times, like the sound of milk bottles clinking early in the morning, or the whistle of a kettle as she boils.  I count myself lucky to have been been able to live in an age where such things existed, though these days they be long gone for the most part . . . 

Leaning into simplicity  . . . that is the language of my heart.  Finding pleasures in small and simple things that are free for the asking and the giving.  Each night in my prayers I ask that I would be a better person tomorrow than I was today, and I like to think that my prayers are answered. Oh, it happens not in huge changes or grand gestures, but in small and simple ways.  I seek to become a bit better with each day that I am given.  To be able to look back on each day and see that you have made a difference to those whose lives touched yours, that is a reward in and of itself. It makes me feel content.  It brings a peace that I cannot put a price upon . . . 

Sometimes the only life I make a difference to is that of the chipmunk who faithfully visits each day in search of peanuts.  On others it might only be my own . . . c'est la vie.  C'est la vie . . . 


We have been very much feeling gratitude this week that our father was not badly hurt in his accident he had last Saturday.  We went to remove his belongings from his car the day before yesterday.  The gentleman there who owns the place was telling us he had never seen knee bags deployed in a car that had been in an accident before. He said the fact that the air bags had deployed at all meant that our father had been going at a good speed upon impact.  He felt that Dad was very lucky to have walked away as unscathed as he did.  Both he and Maryann are sore from where the airbags hit them, but it could have been a whole lot worse.

The whole front end of his car was mangled beyond belief, and the impact had even thrown out the rear door on the passenger side, which would explain why Maryann is in more pain than my father is.  Dad thought his brakes had failed, but I think personally and this was confirmed by the man at the collision place that the brakes were fine. I think dad put his foot on the gas by mistake. 

We are just relieved that nobody was seriously hurt. My father has a loaner car now. He finally got one yesterday, which means we won't be having to ferry him around quite as much.  He is understandably nervous about being behind the wheel again, and we are nervous for him. At the age of 88 we wonder if he should still be driving, but at the same time we recognize that being able to do so allows him a freedom that if taken away would make a major impact on his quality of life.


Signs of autumn are showing themselves more and more with each day that passes. How could this summer have passed by as quickly as it did?  Here we are less than a week away from September and already there are fallen leaves in my back yard. Mr. McGregor's sunflowers are starting to bloom, He lives across the street. One of them has reached all the way up to his roof top.  

The field behind the new farm shop is planted with sunflowers and they are all in bloom as well. I would take a photograph with my phone camera but I do not know how to make it zoom in.  There is a field of mud between the farm shop and the field of sunflowers that I am not willing to traverse.  Maybe in Wellington boots, but not in my shoes.  A field of sunflowers is always a pretty sight and one that makes the heart smile for sure. 

But all along the roadways I am seeing the leaves on the trees changing.  A week ago it was only a few here and there, but with each day that passes I am seeing more and more.   I want to cry out, make it stop!  Its too soon . . . we are not ready to say goodbye to the summer just yet. 


It won't be long now before we are wanting to cook and eat everything apple. My father just loves apple pie. Our mother made good apple pies. In the UK, the apple pies were quite different than the ones that I grew up with.  They used Bramley apples for the most part which are a kind of cooking apple that gets fluffy when it is cooked.  I remember the first time I baked an apple pie over there. It was really, really tart. Very sour in fact.  It helps to know your ingredients.  Especially when baking pies, and I had not really experienced this type of apple before and so had not used near enough sugar.  It would be impossible to eat a Bramley apple raw and out of hand. 

In Canada I would have always used a  mix of apples, cooking and eating, to make an apple pie, or apple anything for that matter.  

Apple season will soon be upon us. I might make some apple butter this year. It has been years since I made it. We always enjoyed it with roast pork when I was bringing up my children. It made a great glaze for a pork loin roast.


I have signed up to do a six week study of the book of Esther via Multiply Goodness.  I have always loved the book of Esther in the Old Testament. I remember reading a novel about her many years ago. She was a Jewish orphan who found favor in the Kings eyes and became his Queen.  It is a great story about how we can use the blessings we are given to help others.

I did a six week study with Multiply Goodness based on the Miracles of the Old Testament earlier this year and am looking forward to this next one. 

Anything that helps me to dig deeper into the word is a bonus.  I love the scriptures and I want to get as much out of them as I can when I read them. 

In days gone by the only book many family's had to read was the Bible, and they read it from cover to cover, over and over again.  These days we really are spoilt for choice when it comes to reading material.


I am teaching the lesson in Young Women's tomorrow morning. It is based on the premise that we are never alone. That Christ always accompanies and is there for us throughout all of our troubles. I know, personally, that this is true, so it is a good lesson for me to teach. I am fretting a bit however about wearing a mask.  Everyone in my church congregation has stopped masking.  I am the last hold out. I want to protect myself, but at the same time feel like an oddity.  The fact is that it is no longer a requirement for people to mask.  The fact is also that whilst it is no longer a requirement, people in very key places are still recommending that you do.  I got a flier in the post yesterday for exercise and other classes at the local community college.  It had in big red letters on it "Masks are NOT required but are certainly recommended."  That tells me that I should still be masking.  How to get over this uncomfortable feeling like an oddball. I don't know.  I know that it makes me not want to go to church.   And that's the truth.

There is this guy at the mall. You see him there every time you go. He is a very friendly guy. He's  in a wheel chair and spends his day travelling up and down the mall talking to everyone, and close up. He does not mask.  I admit that I am really uncomfortable when he comes to our table if we are there.  I want to say something to him. The other day when we dropped my father off and went to the fabric shop, when we went back to get dad he was right there at Dad's table breathing all over him.  Cindy and I were both very upset with this. My father had his mask on, but like you see with many older people, it was not over his nose. I hate that I feel uncomfortable and upset about things like this. I feel like our Government has really dropped the ball with this one and bowed to public desires.  Intellectually I know that if you have been vaccinated and boosted you are unlikely to get a really bad case of Covid should you get it, but the possibility exists that you might also get a fatal case. I am just not willing to take the chance and I hate feeling like an odd ball because of that.

These are my two this morning. Keeping ever watchful eyes on Chippy as he snacks on nuts. They get such pleasure from doing so. Every once in a while the scene is interrupted by a juvenile Blue Jay who is also coming for the nuts. They don't mind as they enjoy watching it also. And then there are the hummers who add even more to their pleasure.  Simple joys  . . . 

And with that I better leave you with a thought for the day. I haven't finished my lesson yet. I know  . . . leaving it to the last minute, but really my heart is not in it. My heart is not in church at all and that's troublesome  . . . 

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 *A quiet and modest life 
brings more joy than 
a pursuit of success 
bound with constant unrest.”
~Albert Einstein •。★★ 。*    

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Farmhouse Buttermilk Cake. Simply delicious.

I hope you have a beautiful Saturday. Whatever you get up to, wherever you may wander, whatever brings you joy, don't forget! 

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And I do too!