I think I sit too much. I wake up thinking about all of the things I need to accomplish, Number two son has returned from university with a gargantuan bag of laundry, to add to the rather large pile of…
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I have taken an involuntary vow of silence stricken with a nasty little virus that seems to be resting rather uncomfortably on my voice box forcing me to whisper out squeaky little noises and irritating wisps of air also with…
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Friday, it’s my day off and as it happens it’s Good Friday. It is not however my husband’s day off, just a factor of the industry he works in. So around 6:00 am-ish one side of the bed feels empty…
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A fresh spring morning, a little cloud, a little sun but I don’t think I’ll be in the garden today, because my finger won’t straighten and my arm feels twisted, achy and sore Outside my window the forsythia blooms in…
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This morning when I look out even though the calendar reads April 7th yesterday’s visions of spring have suddenly all been blanketed in white a rather raucous wind is whipping up a frenzy in the garden while we wait for…
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“I dwell in possibility…” ~ Emily Dickinson “Courage dear heart” (from The Voyage of The Dawn Treader) by C. S. Lewis, I have always felt that these are the words of my heart, and in so many ways they are,…
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You know, it just when cocoa powder suddenly decides to fly all over the kitchen and you get chocolate batter in your hair trying to move it out of your face to see then it splatters your shirt and then…
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