Wednesday 31 May 2023

Wednesday Witterings . . .


Cindy came with me yesterday and I picked up some bedding plants for my planters.  I got red geraniums, white petunias and blue lobelia. Yes, I went with red, white and blue.  I am so lacking in imagination. lol It should be nice once they get going.  I was not able to find a bird bath.

They cut the grass yesterday so everything is looking nice and trim.   I love my bleeding hearts.  They are so pretty.  

I picked up a load of ant bait traps also. I have 10 to place in various places. I know ants are not dirty insects, but I just don't want them in my house crawling all over everything and getting into stuff.

The fires continue to rage. All of the Halifax municipality has been declared an emergency.  I have friends staying at the motel across the street from me that had to abandon their home. I have not heard a peep about my daughter and her family. I am assuming they are okay and that someone would have told me if they were not. 

Fires are also burning in other areas of the province. Down in Shelburne county and now in Yarmouth county. Hopefully we will be safe here in the Valley. I am praying for everyone affected.

We need rain and lots of it.

Here in the Valley, all of the apple trees are in bloom.  This is a large apple growing region in Canada. I hope nothing happens to destroy the crop.  Like fire.  So many people rely on it for their livelihoods. My first husband's family were farmers. They had orchards. I used to pick apples for them. The worst was picking drops.  Drops were bought by Scotia Gold to make apple juice and cider with. Drops were the apples that had fallen off the trees. It was back breaking work. Stooping all day to fill up the bins. 

Mind you, all farm work is back breaking.  Farmers all work very hard. A lot of the small farms are disappearing now in favor of super farms.  It is becoming harder and harder for a small farm to make a go of it. They really have to diversify in order to make a decent living.


Its hard to believe that this is the last day of May. Tomorrow it will be June and we are heading for the longest day of the year on the 21st.  June also marks us as being halfway through the year. I wish time would just slow down. It seems to be passing by far too quickly.  Or is that just because I am getting old.  When I was a child a day seemed to last forever.

It is almost frightening that time seems to go by so quickly now.


I am going to do some baking today I think, although I haven't made my mind up yet just what I am going to bake. I haven't got any cake in the house and I do so love to have a cake about.  Its a bit more dangerous now since there is only me in the house.  I am going out for supper tonight with my father and Hazel. Marilyn isn't coming anymore. I don't know why.  She seems to have a bee in her bonnet as far as my father goes, but I am sure I don't know what it is.  Usually these types of things are something which can easily be resolved if dealt with right away. Its if you leave things to go on and fester that they become more difficult to resolve. 

I can't imagine anyone having a problem with my father however. He is about one of the most benign people about. He is very easy going and easy to get along with. He can be a bit politically incorrect sometimes and because he is deaf there is no hiding it because he speaks rather loudly, so who knows. He might have said something she took offense to.


"Its hard to tell our bad luck from the good luck sometimes.
Hard to tell sometimes for many years to come,
and most of us have wept copious tears over someone
or something when if we'd understood the situation
better, we might have celebrated our good fortune instead."
~Merle Shaine

Are you a believer in luck, bad or good?  The definition of luck is "success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than by one's own actions."  I think we make our own luck, good or bad and it is largely determined by our own actions or misdeeds.  Every action has a consequence. Sometimes we are at the mercy of other people's actions and that might be considered to be a bit of bad luck, but in most cases we still made a decision that put us within the sphere of their actions. I think most lives are a mix of good and bad, of sunshine and rain. We are all at the mercy of the elements and the actions of others at any one given time or another.  Or maybe I am just generalizing too much. 

I don't think that what happens to us matters so much as how we handle what happens to us.  Fight or flight?  Stand up to or give in?  Unlucky at love, or just a person who makes poor choices?

Perspective matters. Half empty or half full?  I am a half full person and it has made all the difference in the world with how I view life and get through it. It is like my "secret power" or something.


I wish that lilacs lasted longer.  It seems that only a few weeks ago the lilacs were just tiny buds of promise and now they are at their fullest, and soon they will be turning all brown.   I wish lilacs bloomed all summer long. I am happy that they don't bloom all year long because then we would not appreciate them half as much, but I do wish that they lasted more than just a few weeks.  

Their smell is intoxicating. I cannot stop at my sister's these days without burying my nose in her lilac bush. It smells so beautiful.


I may have to take some time and do some ironing today. I have a pile of it waiting for me to get to it.  I used to love ironing day at the Manor.  (Thankfully I wasn't the person who did it.)  The laundry room smelled like starch and freshly ironed linens. Terri (who was in her 80's at the time) used to spend 7 or 8 hours standing on her feet at the ironing board.  She did a fabulous job.

I wish I had an ironing lady sometimes, lol.  I love freshly ironed sheets and pillow cases. Do they even make starch any more?  I have not seen it in the store for some time.

I love the smell and feel of ironed and starched clothes/linens. I remember when I used to crochet my own doilies (haven't done that in years either) I used to starch them with sugar water.  I would soak them in it and then stretch them out/pinning them to the shape and then let them dry. Perfect if you had a doily with ruffles.


Does anyone have any recommendations for a good face moisturizer?  My skin is so dry that it almost looks burnt.  I can peel it. Even in my ears.  I need something.  I have been using a bottle of E45 which I used to use in the UK, but it is very hard to find here in Canada. I have special cream for my legs but don't want to use that on my face.  This only started about a month ago.  I am not sure what is causing it.  I need help.


Well time is getting away from me and ironically this is the exact time that it is now so I best finish this off.  I have miles to go before I sleep as they say.  

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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Count your life by smiles, not tears.
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This was on my calendar this morning.  I like it!

I baked some of those TikTok Cinnamon Rolls.  I don't watch TikTok but my sister told me about them. She said that they were delicious.  I have to agree. They are incredibly delicious. I did the small batch. They are so tasty I am still thinking about them and wanting them.

I hope that you have a wonderful Wednesday!  Be happy!  Stay safe!  Don't forget!

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Tuesday 30 May 2023

A Daybook . . .



Its lilac season. A tide of purple blooms with a beautiful heady scent is washing over the land bringing with it delight. I love lilac season.  I found a resource for 20 different ways to use lilacs. You can make sugar and all sorts. What a wonderful way to enjoy lilac season all year long!


This morning I am thinking about gratitude. I belong to a group on Facebook filled with people that all used to hang out together as teenagers at the rec center on the base near this small town I am living in now.  Predominantly military brats and those from the outlying communities who hung out with us.  There are 784 members.  There is a special section in the group called, Over the Rainbow, which is a memorial for those who have left us.  There are 122 memorials there.  Childhood friends who left us too soon.  This is a section that gets a tiny bit larger with every year that passes.

Oh how blessed we were as youngsters to have formed this special connection that has been going strong now for over 50 years.  And I recognize too, that I am especially blessed to be counted amongst the ones that are still here.


I looked over at the armchair yesterday and spied this. Nutmeg totally relaxed and sprawled out.  I managed to be able to snap a photograph before he changed his position. What a character this little man is.  He is so big now.  I think he must weigh close to 20 pounds. 

Look at how small they were back then when I first got them. They were both so small they fit into the ceramic bowl I keep on the coffee table, and sometimes they both sat in it together.  They have been the perfect companions for me and for each other.  I am blessed.



I really love forget-me-nots.  They are so pretty and so blue. Dainty little things . . . They have yellow centers, but did you know that the centers turn white when the nectar for that blossom is gone, signaling to the insects who feed on nectar that the flower is empty.  Isn't nature a wonderful thing?



Remembering the days of glass milk bottles and home  milk delivery.  That used to be the sound of the early morning, the clinking of the glass milk bottles. Mom used to buy monthly milk tickets, different colors for different kinds of milk.  She would put her empty bottles out, a signal to the milkman that she needed milk, prepaid tickets inside. They were big one liter/quart sized bottles.

In the UK, as above in the photograph, they came in pint sized bottles, each holding about 2 cups.  There was a metal foil cap on top. Sometimes the tits would peck the caps open to drink the milk.  Tits are a small bird in the UK, very similar to the Chickadees here in North America. They are cheeky little birds.

Milk delivery over there came on small electric vehicles called mill floats.  They glided down the streets in almost silence.  Only a slight whoosh and the clinking of the  milk bottles signaling their presence.


Wildfires are still burning out of control near Halifax as well as further south in Shelburne county. I have not heard any news about my daughter and her family or their home. Thankfully there has been no loss of life reported yet from any of the fires.  My hope and prayer is that they are able to get the fires under control soon before there is any more loss of property.  At the end of yesterday whilst the fires were still burning, they had not spread.  And the fires continue to rage in Alberta. 

I remember one year when we were children my father decided to burn our lawn as he had heard that burning your lawn helped your grass to grow back healthy and green.  The wind picked up and it started to spread quicker than he could control it.  This was when we were living in the house just across the street from where I am living now. The fire department had to come and put it out as he lost control of it and it started to race towards the motel which is still there.  Embarrassing for him I am sure.

There is a burn ban in effect provincewide at the moment. Things are very dry. We need rain.



I was messaged by a lady on my Family Search, telling me that she was my fifth cousin.  We wrote back and forth for a bit. We share a fifth great grandfather, a man named Timothy Ruggles. She said that he was buried in Middleton, she lives in Utah, but  her sister still lives in Middleton.  I wrote back and said, I live in Middleton, who is your sister, I might know her.  She responded.  It is only my friend Glenna!  Her sister is Glenna who lives across the street from me! She is due back today from visiting her children in Alberta. I will have to greet her upon her return with a "Hello cousin!"  What a small world.


I am still looking for a birdbath, but this is an interesting concept. I used to love watching the blackbirds bathing themselves in our birdbath in the UK.  I think the cats and I would enjoy watching them here also. There are a lot of options available, but I want something which isn't going to blow over or away.


CAROLINE, Little House Revisited by Sarah Miller

In this novel authorized by the Little House Heritage Trust, Sarah Miller vividly recreates the beauty, hardship, and joys of the frontier in a dazzling work of historical fiction, a captivating story that illuminates one courageous, resilient, and loving pioneer woman as never before—Caroline Ingalls, "Ma" in Laura Ingalls Wilder’s beloved Little House books. 

In the frigid days of February, 1870, Caroline Ingalls and her family leave the familiar comforts of the Big Woods of Wisconsin and the warm bosom of her family, for a new life in Kansas Indian Territory. Packing what they can carry in their wagon, Caroline, her husband Charles, and their little girls, Mary and Laura, head west to settle in a beautiful, unpredictable land full of promise and peril. The pioneer life is a hard one, especially for a pregnant woman with no friends or kin to turn to for comfort or help. 

The burden of work must be shouldered alone, sickness tended without the aid of doctors, and babies birthed without the accustomed hands of mothers or sisters. But Caroline’s new world is also full of tender joys. In adapting to this strange new place and transforming a rough log house built by Charles’ hands into a home, Caroline must draw on untapped wells of strength she does not know she possesses.

Yes, still reading this. I highly recommend.  It is fun to explore the story of the Little House family from the perspective of the mother and is very well written. My problem is I only read in bed at night and I usually fall asleep before I get too far.


Being Mary Tyler Moore on Crave.  I enjoy documentaries and this is one to really enjoy, especially if you are a fan of Mary Tyler Moore.  When I was a girl I wanted to be Mary Richards on the Mary Tyler Moore show. She had a cute apartment, a good job, and she wore the nicest clothes. I still enjoy watching the reruns on YouTube. Mary Tyler Moore was a very talented comedic actress.



Every day may not be a good day, but there is something good in every day.  At the end of each day I try to trace the goodness which I have found in that day. There is always something. Yesterday it came in the form of an unexpected phone call from some friends from church. The same ladies who had come and weeded  my garden. They had some lemon balm to plant in my garden if I wanted it.  I said sure. I love the smell of lemon balm. They popped over and planted it, and took a hoe to the buttercups that are popping up again. It was so kind of them. And then while we were out there Sheila popped out and had a little newspaper that she had picked up locally. They are one sheet news. She had picked up extra and thought I might enjoy reading one. 

It is nice to be thought of.



'Twas once upon a time, 
when Jenny Wren was young, 
So daintily she danced and so prettily she sung, 
Robin Redbreast lost his heart, 
for he was a gallant bird. 
So he doffed his hat to Jenny Wren, 
requesting to be heard. 
 "Oh, dearest Jenny Wren, 
if you will but be mine, 
You shall feed on cherry pie 
and drink new currant wine, 
I'll dress you like a goldfinch 
or any peacock gay, 
So, dearest Jen, if you'll be mine, 
let us appoint the day." 
 Jenny blushed behind her fan 
and thus declared her mind: 
"Since, dearest Bob, I love you well, 
I'll take your offer kind. 
Cherry pie is very nice 
and so is currant wine, 
But I must wear my plain brown gown 
and never go too fine."
~Old Mother Goose, When Jenny Wren Was Young


This Pansy bunting is awfully pretty.  But where would I put it? I do love pansies.

Love these little pillows also. 



This short rib sandwich looks mighty good. The hard part is finding the short ribs, and then paying for them. lol  Beef is so expensive at the moment.  Those caramelized onions are calling my name.



Cindy and I are going to pop out this morning and I want to get some bedding plants for in my window boxes. Also need to get some  more ant traps.  I was vacuuming them up in the bathroom last night. I hate ants in the house.


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How to Make a Dinner Salad. Plus homemade croutons and a really delicious honey mustard vinaigrette. 

And those are my thoughts for today.  I hope you have a beautiful day filled with abundance and blessings.  As you trace through your day don't forget!

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Monday 29 May 2023

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.

I'm a little bit late getting started this morning. That's because I just spent some time facetiming with my oldest son. It is his 48th birthday today!  48 years ago he arrived in this world and I became a mother!  Yay!  I love him so much. He is just the nicest son and the nicest man. Kind and caring.  A great husband, father and son.  I hope that he has the best day possible.  Happy Birthday Anthony!

There are forest fires raging in Nova Scotia at the moment. We are having a very dry year.  This one is just 10 minutes away from where my daughter and her family live.  I am praying they will all be safe and that they will not need to be evacuated. So far, so good.  I am praying that the firefighters are soon able to contain these fires so nobody else loses everything.  Halifax has declared a state of emergency.

Its selfish I know but I pray that my daughter, her family and their home remain safe.

I am grateful for the opportunity I have each week to partake of the sacrament and renew my Baptismal Covenants.  To take the name of Jesus Christ upon my self and to remember Him. This is a wonderful opportunity to begin anew for anyone who is struggling.  It is my favourite part of the week. I love the prayers. I love seeing the young men practicing their Priesthood in the blessing and passing. I love the sacredness of it all. I love the feelings of renewal which accompany it . . . and the tenderness of the Savior's love for me which I feel when I partake of these sacred emblems, and divine covenants.

We had a wonderful lesson in Relief Society yesterday based on the talk Peacemakers Needed given by Russell M Nelson in the last conference.  If you would like to read the talk, you can find it here.  I always get a lot out of these talks.  They inspire, uplift and help me to do and be better.

I am ever grateful for my sister.  She was my very first best friend in life, next to my mom and dad. She has always been on my side, even when I have been making stupid choices and decisions.  She might not always agree with my actions but has always supported my right to make my own choices.  She has been there to pat me on the back when I have done well, and to help pick me up when things have gone horribly wrong.  She has always loved me no matter what, through the good times and the bad.  She has been the greatest gift my parents ever gave to me and I am so very grateful for that gift. 

Family dinners.  I had the opportunity to have my family over for dinner yesterday. I don't get to do it very often, but being back in Canada means that I get to do it a lot more than I did!  I had them all over yesterday and we enjoyed Grilled chicken, potato salad, etc.  My sister brought a sugar free apple pie for dessert. It was just nice all being together. 

My car is all sparkling clean inside and out. Yesterday, while I was at Church, Dan detailed my car.  He washed it all nice and clean, vacuumed it, wiped all of the insides down, cleaned the windows. It looks really nice and I was so grateful for what he did.  You almost need sunglasses to look at it now!  I am so blessed to have a Dan in my life to do these things for me.

I am grateful for this simple life of mine. For simple days filled with simple things, simple people, simple pleasures.  With enough.  Enough of all that I need.  Enough love.  Enough to eat. Enough to drink. A life filled with simple joy.  I am truly blessed.

Faith, family, friends  . . .  love.  I have it all.

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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 *Enough is a decision
not an amount.
~Alison Faulkner
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In The English Kitchen today . . .  Grilled BBQ Chicken.  Delicious, tender, moist and perfectly cooked.

I hope you have a beautiful day. Be happy, love, be at peace. Be blessed.  Don't forget!

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Saturday 27 May 2023

All Things Nice . . .



As time goes on we gather up,
A hundred little odds and ends,
A pretty cup we like to use,
A parting gift from old-time friends,
A scalloped plate with roses on,
A handkerchief of snowy lawn.

As time goes on we plant a tree,
Or tend a child with loving care,
Take part in something in the church,
Win ribbons at a country fair,
Knit socks for someone overseas,
Rub ointment on a small boys knees.

As time goes on we learn to think,
In ways that take in all mankind,
Hearts soften up and we take on,
A new serenity of mind,
We grow more tolerant I guess,
Think more  . . .  expect a little less.

As time goes on  . . .  if we be true
We lean on peace and kindness more,
Old truths take on a finer glow,
We tend to set a higher store
On simpler things  . . . pretence and pride
Like outworn styles are set aside.

Thus in humility we move,
Down ever widening aisles of love.
~Edna Jaques, As Time Goes On
The Golden Road, 1953

I don't know how she does it, but every time I read a poem of Edna Jaques, it resonates with me. She wrote simple words but they speak to the soul of the human experience.  They speak to the soul of my human experience at any rate.  What think you? 

The air this week was filled with a million dreams and wishes  . . . all the dandelions have gone to fluff and their seeds were floating through the air like white downy flakes.  It will soon be apple and pear blossom petals.  How interesting that both the spring and the autumn can teach us about how beautiful it can be to just  . . . let  . . .  go . . . 

Letting go paves the way towards new beginnings.

The bleeding hearts are breaking out in song at the moment. So beautiful.  These are my next door neighbor Sheila's.  Such a pretty bush.

Last year she shared a piece with me.  It seems to be thriving. Not quite as large as hers, but full of beautiful little dangling hearts.  I  love seeing them.  I need to go and get some plants to put into my boxes.  Before all the nice ones are gone.

Not a great photograph, but I finished my pillow.  I am really pleased with how it turned out.  It certainly adds a pop of color to my sofa. A little homey touch.  That is what my home is lacking in. Small homey touches. The things that can only come from years of collecting and adding this type of thing. Otherwise your home just looks like a house. Clinical.  Little things like this add personality. They are like little pieces of your heart scattered throughout your home.


I was reading a book that I love in bed last night,  Even This by Emily Belle Freeman.  I cannot tell you how many times I have read this book.  It is about getting to the place where you can trust God with anything. 

"We can't begin to understand the majesty of God
unless we are willing to meet Him in a place where
it can be made manifest."

In the chapter I was reading she was talking about how she had gone to some Youth meeting up in the mountains and how the day had turned very stormy. How at first she thought that they should all leave and go home, but she wasn't in charge and so she stayed. They moved their tables and chairs beneath a pavilion and carried on despite the nasty weather.  She was way out of her comfort zone.  But then lightening  lit up the sky and thunder clapped and they were treated to a spectacular light and sound show beneath the protection of the pavilion.  They would have missed this majestic experience had they all packed up and went home as soon as things became uncomfortable.

And I thought yes  . . . I have been to that hard place.  That place of great discomfort . . .  And I have wanted to leave, to be anyplace but there in the middle of the car-wreck. And yet now, looking back, I see clearly how it led me to a place where I had to trust in God.  Somehow through the devastation I ended up closer to God than I had ever been and I am so grateful for the place it led me to in my Spiritual journey.  He met me there in my place of sorrows and brought me through to a safe place for my soul.  I would never have found that same joy had it not been for having first experienced the place of great discomfort.  Trust.   I trusted Him.  I had no alternative but to trust Him. And now I know that I can trust Him in any thing.  That is a gift beyond measure.


Remembering the sweet peas that grew beneath my kitchen window at Oak Cottage. I love, LOVE sweet peas. They look like little butterflies ready to take flight.  They smell phenomenal.  That was such a pretty cottage. I loved living there.  I know that I also worked incredibly hard when I was living there, but getting to live in that beautiful environment was the bonus from all that hard work.

Not many people can say that they got to live in a beautiful old cottage tucked into a Manor Estate in the Garden of England.  At least not many from where I come from. I have been blessed to experience some pretty wonderful things in my life.

I think that is one of the things in life which can bring joy to the core of our living.  Being able to look past the bad and sink into the good.  If we allow ourselves to, we can find the joy. Its a matter of perspective, and yes . . .  very much a choice.

For all of my growing up years and the first half of my adult life I was called Alice. My family still calls me Alice.  It was when my second marriage was breaking up and I was distancing myself from what was a very toxic environment and relationship that I decided to use my first name Marie.  Because, well . . .  Alice didn't live there anymore.  It was a name I associated very much with pain and abuse, and now, except for my family, I go by Marie. It is my first given name after all.  

And yet, if I hear my ex husband call me Marie, I cringe inside. I think that's because my life as Marie is a life I have not really wanted him to have any influence or impact on. But life doesn't work that way really, does it . . .  You cannot change your name and think that the past will be erased with it.  You carry the past with you into all of your futures. It is a part of what makes you you I guess.  But I do love the name Marie. 

Funny that, my mother's name was Mary. My sister's first name is Mary. My Grandmother's name was Marie, my first name was Marie.  Too many Mary's I guess and so my sister grew up being known as Cindy and I was always Alice.

Its  a French Catholic thing, just like all the boy's first names are Joseph.  My father is Joseph Antoine, my brother, Joseph Anthony David.


Mom always said it was bad luck to have Ivy inside a house.  She was a very superstitious person, was my mother. She would not have Ivy in the house and used to pray when she saw one crow that she would soon see another. "One crow sorrow two crows joy."  We grew up surrounded by old wives tales and superstitions.  "Knives and spoons bring pantaloons, and spoons bring gentle ladies."  The dropping of a piece of cutlery had an impact on who your next visitor would be, and if you spilt the salt you had to immediately throw a pinch over your shoulder.  Oh, and whenever you said something good, or wished for something good, you had to "knock on wood," lest you jinx your good luck or fortune.  I still find myself knocking on wood.

Funny that. It is hard to change a lifetime of habits.


This is Sissinghurst in Kent. 
I always loved visiting the gardens
at Sissinghurst

I now have a working heat pump.  The electrician came yesterday afternoon to fix it.  It was late in the afternoon.  I had almost given up thinking he was going to show up, but he finally did.  A very nice young man. It ended up being a bit more complicated than he thought it was going to be, but he got the job done. Now you would never even know it is on when it is turned on. It is so quiet.  That is how it should have been all along.   My sister kept telling me it was far noisier than it should have been, right from the get go.  She was right.

It is a beautiful sunny day out there today. Yesterday it was very overcast and quite cold.  Today is supposed to be warmer and tomorrow is going to be the warmest day of all.  Dan is going to detail my car tomorrow while I am at church. I am driving my car to theirs, and he will drop me off at church, go back and do my car and then come back to pick me up afterwards and I will have a shiny clean car, inside and out. He knows how to do it right. One of his first jobs when he came down here to Nova Scotia was detailing cars.  He does a fabulous job.  

Dan and Cindy are a great blessing in my life. I am so grateful for them both. Everyone should have a Dan and a Cindy in their lives.

And with that I best leave you with a thought for today!

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 *Kindness begins with
the understanding that we all struggle.
~Charles F Glassman•。★★ 。* 。

In The English Kitchen today  . . . Coconut Cookie Bars, the small batch. Oh my goodness but these are some tasty!  Chewy, nutty, caramel-like and stuffed with chocolate chips.

I hope that you have a beautiful weekend! Whatever you get up to, don't forget!

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And I do too!