Wednesday 30 November 2022

Wednesday Witterings . . .


 winter walk by lucygrossmith

Cindy and I had a great time together yesterday. First, we went to the fabric store and did some damage there. I got what I need to make some of those Santa Claus's.  Now all I have to do is make time to do them/some. I also got some fat quarters to make some angels. I think I can remember how to make them. 

Then we went to Giant Tiger, and I picked up some curling ribbons and bows, gift tags. There was this cute looking ornament, a pickled gerkin, but on the box it showed it wearing a Santa hat. If you looked in the box, however, the gerkin was not wearing a hat. It was just a pickle. I had been going to buy one, but I changed my mind. False advertising, I thought. Maybe I am just picky, but it seems to me that if the picture on the box shows the article inside wearing a hat and there is no disclaimer on the box to say that it isn't wearing a hat, it should be wearing a hat. Am I wrong?


Then we had a bathroom break, because women of a certain age need bathroom breaks. Especially if you have birthed a number of children. (Nobody tells you this when you are younger.) One thing which is nice about the mall near us is that their bathroom is always nice and clean, and it smells nice. I hate using a smelly bathroom or one that looks less than clean. The one on the main floor at the Superstore is always smelly and dirty looking. I avoid it at all cost if I can help it.

Next, we went to the A&W. My father has coffee and toast at the A&W every weekday morning of the year that they are open. I wanted to pick up a gift certificate for him for Christmas. He is at that age where you don't know what to get him. Something like that is always something he enjoys.

We left there and I had decided to try the new carwash that they opened in Greenwood. At the weekend, I had gone over my car with a wet j-cloth and some warm water to try to clean off some of the smut that had accumulated over the past weeks, but it had only ended up looking worse. (What do I know about car washing, nothing!)  Car washes have sure changed since I last had one. There are no attendants, just a machine outside. It talks to you, gives you your options and you choose and pay. Cash or card. Then you follow the arrow inside. No need to drive your car onto a special track. Just pull up until it tells you to stop. Then this machine makes several passes over and around your car.  Two with soap and spray.  Two with a heavy-duty rinsing thing spray, and then two with a dryer. Finito! All done, the door opens up and you drive away. Easy peasy.


We left there and went to my dad's. I had told him I would put subtitles/closed captioning onto his television as he is having a difficult time making out what people are saying on it. (I have them on mine and I don't find them intrusive at all. In fact, I wouldn't be without them now.) Also, my sister was going to change his tablecloth on his table.  We made him some lunch and visited for a short and then we went to the grocery store.  I needed milk and bread. Cindy needed a few bits. And that was it. We ended up going to two grocery stores because the first one didn't have all we needed, or exactly what we needed.

I love these jaunts I take with Cindy. We talk. We laugh. We just plain enjoy each other's company.


One thing happened when we were out that I had been afraid of this whole two years I have been back in Canada. I had managed to avoid this up until yesterday. We ran into my ex-husband in the parking lot in the mall.  I was going to duck back to the car, but it was too late. He had seen us first. There was no avoiding the confrontation. All those things that I would have liked to say to him, had thought I would say to him, flew out the window. What passed were a few pleasantries in the parking lot. AWKWARD. It seems I am a lot nicer than I thought I was. I had always pictured myself waving him off and just walking past him, but I couldn't do that. I had to be . . . nice.  Cindy said I looked a bit like a deer that was caught in the headlights. To be honest I felt like a deer caught in the headlights.

But at least that is now done. I don't have to worry about it anymore. It's happened.  And I didn't die.

He somehow looked shorter and smaller to me. Like he had shrunk.


As I was saying my prayers last night I was praying for healing. Healing from the hurts of the past mostly. I have had a lot to contend with over the past, well my whole life really. I am so tired of carrying the burden of it all. And so, I was praying for healing. Then I was reading in a book I have been reading called "Look Unto Him," finding the love of Christ in our lives. It's been written by a number of authors/writers.

The page I was on was a piece of art by Eva Koleva Timothy depicting Christ healing the daughter of Jairus, and she was sharing her thought on it. I won't write it in full, but these words jumped out at me:

"This image reminds me of Christ's authority to raise us not only from the dead but also from every affliction and difficulty, whether physical, mental, emotional, or spiritual. He makes us whole over the course of our lives."   I thought to myself wow.

Then I went on to read from some gospel manuals.  For a number of years, the church put out manuals each year on the teaching of the modern-day prophets. A different prophet each year. I have been going through each one of them and studying the chapters on each particular prophet's ponderings of Christ.

Last night I was reading in Howard W Hunter's. These words jumped out at me:

How much of a normal day, a working week, or a fleeting month is devoted to "Jesus the very thought of thee"? Perhaps for some of us not enough.

Surely life would be more peaceful, surely marriages and families would be stronger, certainly neighborhoods and nations would be safer and kinder and more constructive if more of the gospel of Jesus Christ "with sweetness" could fill our breasts.

Unless we pay more attention of the thoughts of our hearts, I wonder what hope we have to claim that greater joy, that sweeter prize: someday his loving "face to see / And in his presence rest."

I was calmed by all these words.  The ones on Christ's ability to heal us and the ones on finding rest in His presence.  

This type of thing happens to me all too frequently. When I reach out from the depths of my heart asking for solace/forgiveness/healing/whatever . . . He answers my prayers, or at the very least reminds me of His presence and His knowledge of my life and the things I need . . . and lets me know He is working on it or shows me what I need to do . . . tangible reminders that I am not alone in anything.

Call it coincidence if you will, but I know that it is much more than that, and that knowledge brings me peace.


I'm not sure what I will get up to today. A bit of this and a bit of that. Its Wednesday so I will be having supper at the Big Scoop with my dad and his friends. I suppose they are now my friends too. Happy thought that.  Whatever, I will fill my day and it will be pleasant. I do know I have to get my printer up and running again. For some reason it has stopped working on the Wi-Fi.  I was too tired to sort it out last night, so I expect that will eat up some of my time today!

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

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 *.˛.°The humblest tasks get beautified
when loving hands do them.
~Louisa May Alcott•。★★ 。* 。

In The English Kitchen today, I am ending November with some of my favorite things to bake, cookie wise for Christmas. Let's share favorites!

I hope that you have a beautiful day. I hope that it surprises you in the most wonderful ways. Don't forget!

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Tuesday 29 November 2022

The Simple Woman's Daybook . . .



FOR TODAY, November 29th, 2022

Outside my window ...
Cool and overcast, but dry. It rained all day yesterday and was a bit milder, even though it felt cold. Today the temperatures have dropped. Brr.... it's cold!

I am thinking ...
How sad it is to see Mr. McGregor's house emptying. It's also a lot of work for those involved. Food for thought there. I want things to be as easy for my family as possible when the time comes.

I am thankful for ...
Everything. For being here. For my family. For my faith. For my home. For my cats. For my home. For being able to support myself. I have much to be grateful for.

From the kitchen ...

Sheet Pan Pork Tenderloin and veggies.  Delicious, quick and simple to make.

On my "to Cook" list ...

Tartlette.   Swedish Walnut Tea Ring. This looks fabulous!

I am wearing ...
A flannel nightie and love, love, loving it. Cozy and warm.

Good to know ...

I am wanting to create ...

Pixie Hill   Little Acorn Houses.

No source, but very cute.

Bugs and Fishes.  Seriously cute.


Pretty by Hand. So simple and yet very pretty. Pattern by Posie. 

No source, but I love this.

I am reading ...

The Girls in the Stilt House, by Kelly Mustian

Set in 1920s Mississippi, this debut Southern novel weaves a beautiful and harrowing story of two teenage girls cast in an unlikely partnership through murder—perfect for readers of Where the Crawdads Sing and If the Creek Don't Rise. 

 Ada promised herself she would never go back to the Trace, to her hard life on the swamp and her harsh father. But now, after running away to Baton Rouge and briefly knowing a different kind of life, she finds herself with nowhere to go but back home. And she knows there will be a price to pay with her father. 

 Matilda, daughter of a sharecropper, is from the other side of the Trace. Doing what she can to protect her family from the whims and demands of some particularly callous locals is an ongoing struggle. She forms a plan to go north, to pack up the secrets she's holding about her life in the South and hang them on the line for all to see in Ohio. 

 As the two girls are drawn deeper into a dangerous world of bootleggers and moral corruption, they must come to terms with the complexities of their tenuous bond and a hidden past that links them in ways that could cost them their lives.

Have only just started this. So far, so good.

I am looking forward to ...
Spending time with Cindy today.  Love spending time with my sister. I think we are going to try out the new drive through car wash in Greenwood.

Dreaming about ...


Brambly Hedge, a chair by the fire . . .


A walk in the snow . . . 


A Wind in the Willows warm welcome . . .


A candle in the window . . . 


Bringing home the tree . . .

Corners of my kingdom ... 

Waiting to be decorated . . . 

A thought to carry with you ... 

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 *Winter is the time for stories, 
staying fast by the glow of the fire. 
And outside, in the darkness, 
the stars are brighter 
than you can possibly imagine.”
~Isabel Greenberg•。★★ 。* 。

And that's my daybook for this week! 

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Have a beautiful day and don't forget!  

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Monday 28 November 2022

In the wee Monday morning hours . . .



We all gathered at my sister's place yesterday for Sunday Dinner. I love going there for dinner on Sundays, spending time with my father, Dan and Cindy. We always have a few laughs, eat some really good food and just enjoy each other's company.  Cindy always cooks a lovely dinner, and we all really enjoy it. Yesterday was roast beef, with roasted vegetables and gravy. Everything was delicious.

We are trying to eat earlier these days so that Dad can leave to go home before it gets really dark. We worry about him driving home in the dark and to be honest the headlights from oncoming traffic really bother him. They really bother me as well, and I am a whole lot younger.

Just as he was going out to get in his car yesterday, we noted that someone had hit a deer on the road just past my sister's house.  The car was there with his four ways flashing.  The poor animal was floundering, trying to get away, but clearly its legs were broken.  It was a very distressing situation.

Deer often cross at that point in the roadway.  They often go through my sister's yard.  The river is just across the road and down the bank from her place and they go down there to drink. You will often see them at dawn or dusk crossing over. We have watched them many, many times from the windows of my sister's home. We are all real nature lovers, and we always love to see them.

Yesterday was very upsetting to us all.  The RCMP were called.  Apparently, nobody was allowed to dispatch the deer but them, so the animal had to suffer until they got there. It was very sad. The car had to be towed away and thankfully nobody in the car was hurt, but we were all very upset.

People drive very fast down that road by my sister's house.  Often doing in excess of the speed limit.  Just before my previous marriage broke up, we were living about a kilometer or so further down the same road from my sister's place and I always worried that my children would get hit by a car, and one day our Bruce's friend Jayme did get hit.  Thankfully he was not badly hurt.

I would warn you to be careful when you are driving in a rural and non-urban situation, especially in the early morning hours or at dusk.  There are often deer about, and they are normally in pairs or groups.  Please be aware and watchful.

I left church directly after Sacrament meeting yesterday morning, not hanging around for Relief Society.  Dan and Cindy were going to the Cemetary, and I wanted to go with them. My sister takes such good care of my mother's grave.  She keeps the headstone clean and sparkling. We were going to put the Christmas Flowers on my mother's headstone. We also check the other close family graves that are there. My Aunt Freda's and cousin Johns.  There is not a lot in the way of flowers growing there now of course. My sister leaves peanuts here and there for the chipmunks, crows or bluejays.

It was a particularly beautiful day for it. There was no wind blowing and the sun was shining. It wasn't really cold like it usually is up there this time of year. The ground was covered with horse chestnuts and fallen leaves. It is in a particularly beautiful spot, this cemetary. You can look down over the whole valley across to the North Mountain. There are over seven generations of my maternal family buried here. One day my father, sister and I will also be there, not that any of us are in a hurry to get there, but it is a very peaceful place to rest. 


Dan was busy putting up the outdoor Christmas lights yesterday. My sister dug this Santa out of the box to show me. It was one that I made many years ago. I have brought it home to make a quick pattern from it. It is one of the patterns that I left in the UK. I had been looking to find it online, but to no avail. I used to make these and little angels to sell at craft shows years ago. I should be able to recreate the pattern quite easily and give it back to her today or tomorrow.  We are hoping that next year we will be able to do some craft shows.  We have a year to get ready for them at any rate!  I always loved doing craft shows with my sister. The best part was always getting to spend the time together. Of course, we area both a good 30 years older now,but we can still have lots of fun together.


I think I may have sorted out the problem with the commenting on the blog. At least I hope that I have. I changed something in the settings for comments.  Comments will still require approval, but hopefully it will be easier to leave a comment now. We shall see!

Yesterday was the first Sunday in Advent. This year I am doing this study on Advent from She Reads Truth. Trying to inject as much spirit into the coming weeks as I can.  Yesterday it was to reflect on the song Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus.  Traditionally this carol is sung on the first Sunday of Advent. I found a lovely video of it by the Peterson's on YouTube. It starts with O Come O Come Emmanual and then switches to Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus at 3.23 of the video.  It's a particularly beautiful arrangement.  The anticipation of the Birth of Jesus is the joy of every longing heart.

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

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 *.˛.°Each of us is an Innkeeper
who decides if there
is room enough for Jesus.
~Neil A Maxwell•。★★ 。* 。

In The English Kitchen today . . . Creamy Corned Beef Casserole. A thrifty economical bake that is really delicious and simple to make.

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And I do too!  

I hope you have a wonderful week with loads of special and wonderful things. Be happy, safe and blessed, and don't forget! 

Saturday 26 November 2022

All things nice . . .



Wherever women gather,
They will brew them pots of tea,
And chatter of a hundred things
From here to Normandy.
White hands will flutter o'er the cups
To pour the tea and cream,
And Talk will flow in sparkling waves
Swift as a country stream.

Wherever women gather,
They will talk about their maids,
A running summary of life
Of church and ladies aids,
With nods and smiles enough to set
Their dizzy hats agog,
They'll talk of husbands, sisters, sons,
The antics of a dog.

Wherever women gather,
In little rooms apart,
They'll talk in little broken words
Of things close to the heart.
Of dreaded sickness, pain and fear,
Anxiety and doubt,
Finding a strange begotten peace
In having talked them out.

Wherever women gather,
They will find a comfort there,
For friendship is a gracious thing,
Lovely as a prayer,
A bond of comfort strong and true --
Thank God that this may be
That they can chat and share their thoughts
Above a cup of tea.
~Edna Jaques, Cup of Tea
Back Door Neighbors, 1946

I saw this poem this morning and it kind of made me think about blogging.  It is one of the more modern versions or ways that women gathering together.  I don't know about you, but I often visit my friends' blogs, with a nice drink in hand, settling back to read what they have to say, perhaps to pen a response in the way of my own thoughts in return. A pleasant way to spend some time together with friends which are like-minded, even though we may be miles apart, tied together by heart strings.

I am not sure what is up with blogger lately. It seems to be more and more difficult, if not impossible, to leave comments, especially if you are reading on the iPad, which is usually what I am doing. 


When I was a very young woman, how very nice it would have been to have an outlet such as this.  A gathering place of likeminded souls, a place to share with each other the things of our hearts and minds. 

I was all too often alone, with just my children to keep me company. My husband was a very career-minded army man and was frequently away from home. Most of the time I lived thousands of miles away from family and kin.  There was not a lot of money for phone calls and such. They were reserved for special occasions such as holidays or Birthdays.

I remember how excited I would be if a letter arrived from my mother or my sister. I would read them over and over again.  They were often like little rays of sunshine.

Oh, don't get me wrong.  My days were busy and full, but there was nobody to share the inner workings of my heart and soul with . . . to share.  A burden shared is a burden halved and a joy shared is doubled.


I have lived pretty much all over Canada. Amongst the foothills of the beautiful Rocky Mountains, on the Western plains, in the beautiful Southwestern area of Ontario, on the banks of the stunning Georgian Bay, on the edge of a wild marsh in New Brunswick, here in the beautiful Annapolis Valley of Nova Scotia . . . we moved often while I was married to my army man. It helped to make me adaptable and resilient. Being on my own so much, taught me how to enjoy my own company.  I don't get lonely. Not really. I am never bored. I can always find something to do.

I am a lover of nature and bird watching, people watching, etc. If I have nothing to occupy my hands or my brain, I do enjoy taking in the things which are happening outside my window. Listening to the crows and bluejays.  I throw them crusts of bread and stale cake. They are always most appreciative.

I love to watch the changing seasons; each one brings a special joy.  Yesterday men were going around driving stakes into the ground to mark the edges of our lawns in anticipation of the Winter snows we have yet to look forward to. I need to dig out my snow scraper and shovel.

The canoodling months will soon be upon us.


As mom would say, there's lots of money in those cups.  That what she always said when there was bubbles or foam on top of a cup of tea. Money to come.

I am drinking a ginger tea as I write this morning. Slivers of fresh gingerroot steeped in boiling water. It is something I really enjoy. I think ginger is one of my favorite flavors.  I love it in every way shape or form. In the UK you could get ginger and lemon curd. Oh my but it was some good spread on a piece of toast or a scone or between the buttery layers of a simple cake.  I have some ginger preserves I bought online that I am saving for Christmas, along with some dark chocolate coated ginger biscuits.


Someone left a comment on here once, years ago, that I was going to end my years alone, lonely, and unloved.  It was a bit unkind to say the least. I may be alone, but I am not lonely, nor am I unloved.  I have plenty to keep my hands and my mind busy.  I am surrounded by family, both near and far, who care about me and who love me.  I have my cats for company and cuddles.  I have a cosy little home filled with things which bring me joy. I am very content with this life that I have built for myself. 

Sure there are times that I wish I had someone "special" to share it with, but that is not always the be-all and end-all of what makes a life full and worth living. I have had that in the past. I do not have that now. Life is different than I had imagined it would ever be, but it is still a very good life, and I get to have all of the covers to myself. 

I can eat when I want to eat and what I want to eat. I can watch whatever I want to watch on the television. I can read, craft, bake, cook to my heart's content.  I can do whatever I want to do whenever I want to do it. There is nobody to tell me I can't.

I am really blessed in loving my own company and being content with it. I know not all people are.


Yesterday I watched the FIFA football match between the US and England. It was not the most exciting match I have ever seen. Both teams were very evenly matched skillwise, are so good that it ended up a draw and there were not a lot of close calls to get the blood riled.

I watched a film last evening, or I started one anyways, that I will likely finish tonight. Called The Wonder on Netflix. Unsettling and compelling it is the story of an English Nurse who has been sent to watch a 'fasting' girl in the Irish midlands of Ireland just after the Crimean War. It is not a true story; however, it is based on the true stories of this phenomena which was very true and very common subject of popular concern in the 19th century.  In any case it is a good movie.

I am not sure what I will get up to today. I do have some gifts to wrap, cards to write. I got my first Christmas Card yesterday, all the way from Alberta. I still don't have any decorations on my tree.  I may never put any decorations on my tree. It's pretty colorful just as it is. I am happy I chose the one with all the colored lights, it delights even without anything on its branches.

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

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 *And in the end, it's not 
the years in your life that count.
It's the life in your years.
~Abraham Lincoln•。★★ 。* 。

In The English Kitchen today . . .  Best Bisquick Cinnamon Rolls. So tasty!  Quick and easy too!

I hope your Saturday is filled with lots of love, luck and happiness!  Don't forget!

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Friday 25 November 2022

Friday ponderings . . .



I spent almost all of yesterday wishing that it was Thanksgiving in Canada again.  Looking at everyone's decorated tables and delicious meals online had me longing for all the feels and tastes of one of my favorite holidays of the year.  I watched a little bit of Macy's Thanksgiving Parade on the television and then I watched the Portugal Ghana game of the World Cup. Today it is England against America. Oh, I know there are other games being played, but these are the ones I am interested in.  

Funny that because I am normally not a sporty type of person.  I don't ordinarily watch sports on the television unless it is figure skating, but I do enjoy the World Cup.


I thought about beginning my Christmas cards, or starting wrapping presents, but I couldn't get enthused enough to do that. I know I will have to one day, but yesterday was not the day.  I vacuumed and washed the floors and then sat in the chair for a while watching them empty Mr. McGregor's home. It made me sad watching it. They had been doing it for three days. They were there the morning after he passed and have been there every day since. It was sad watching them carry out all of his treasures and either consign them to the boots of their cars or tipped into the bed and trailer of this huge truck.  I expect they are trying to clear the house by the end of the month so that they don't have to pay another month's rent. But it is a sad feeling watching the physical vestiges of someone's life being cleared away.

It makes you wonder about your own.  What will be deemed worthy to keep and pass on at the end of it and what will get tipped. The things which mean a lot to us are often meaningless to others.  At the end our legacy is really more about how we made other people feel and what they hold in their hearts than what they can hold in their hands.

I hope that I have left things in people's hearts.

My sister stopped by on her way home from work. She had some plastic containers for me and some of these baked donuts she had made from a baked donut mix that President's Choice has recently been selling.  They're okay, but nothing to write home about. She agrees. She didn't even bother to ice them; they were that lackluster. She would not buy the mix again and has saved me the trouble and expense of doing so myself!

I did bake some cookies and so was able to give her some to take home for them and Dad to enjoy. There is jam in them, which is something we all enjoy in cookies and cakes.  I dare say they will go down a real treat.


I have always enjoyed holiday baking.  Baking the cookies and cakes and tarts that make the holiday season so special.  There is not really much call for them these days in my home . . .  not like when the children were growing up. I often started my baking back in October then, wrapping and freezing things ahead of time. We always had lots of family around over the holidays, and with five children, none of it ever went to waste. Plus, I used to give baking as gifts to friends. There is not much call for any of that these days. If Anthony comes over with the family, I may bake a few things for then, but if they come, they will only be here for a few days, as Anne's sister and her family are planning on coming there for the holidays also.

When we were children, my mother didn't do a lot of baking.  She didn't bake anything until just the few days before Christmas and then it was always Date Squares, her feather squares and perhaps a War Cake, maybe some shortbread cookies.  She never really iced the cookies. We did not mind.  The different shapes were enough to delight us.


If there is one thing that I really do not like about this time of year, it is the tradition of Black Friday.  Everywhere you look, it is Black Friday. Black Friday this and Black Friday that and it all starts a good week or two before Black Friday.  I have read that it is all a bit of trickery on the part of the retail industry to the consumer as well.  That there really isn't much of a sale in reality.  Prices are inflated ahead of time and then reduced to what they normally would be asking anyways.  A bit of a cheat and a lie I suppose. A celebration of corporate and consumer greed.  I really don't like it at all.  It especially leaves a bad taste in my mouth when I think of all the people in the world who are struggling just to survive. 

That's why I love my church's "Light the World" program which comes into action at this time of year. It is an invitation for all to light the world by transforming the Christmas season into a season of service and giving. A worldwide movement to change hearts and touch lives in much the same manner as the Savior did. Feed the hungry, comfort the lonely, visit the sick and afflicted, showing kindness to all.

"Giving machines" rather than vending machines have also been places in eight US and two international locations as well, providing people with a way to make it easy to support global charities that provide those in need with items such as clothing, eyeglasses, medicine, hygiene supplies, wheelchairs, sporting equipment, and even livestock.  What is nice about them is 100% of the gift contributed goes towards the charities represented by the Giving machines and the church covers all of the credit card fees.

I think it's a great idea and I wish there were more of them about. You can watch a video about them here.     I think that is what the Christmas season is really about.  Serving those who really need the help of others.

There are many ways to do that, to share your light with the world.  It can begin in your very own community.


My neighbor Sheila has gotten a new "dogs for senior's" dog. It is an organization here in Nova Scotia which rehomes the dogs of Seniors who have dogs and find that they are no longer able to care for their dogs. All that is required is that you feed and care for the animal, give them love. The organization takes care of all their Vet needs.  This is a fabulous program which benefits both the animals and the Senior people who receive them. I know Sheila is just made up with her new little doggie and the doggie now has a caring and loving home where it will be truly appreciated. I can't wait to meet him.

Speaking of animals needing attention, I have one right here who is demanding my attention right now, so I better go give it to him!  My day is about to begin in earnest!

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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 *Kindness comes in many forms,
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In The English Kitchen today . . .  Raspberry Crumble Cookies.  Delicious!

Have a beautiful day!  Be happy. Be safe. Be loved.  Be kind.  Don't forget!

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And I do too!