You know August can sometimes feellike the cruelest month,even though it’s not got the harshnessof winterthe sometimes colourless, bleak and bitter coldthat will comeit just has a transitional feelof things about to changeof letting goof losingthat for some reason finds…
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This past weekend, we were most fortunate to attend the wedding of two lovely people. One of these dear friends, happens to be a pretty fantastic storyteller, who has posts called Twangy Sunday’s that include a story and feature a…
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“Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.” ~ Manuel Alegre Friday morning, the sun is shining looks like a beautiful day is about to unfold gently easing into my chair I sit down with my coffee and just quietly…
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This year in the garden, I have seen more monarch caterpillarsthan ever before,that’s a hopeful thingand every time I step out the door, in mere secondsa monarch comes into viewthere is also a couple of beautiful, black with a bit…
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This morning I am reminded,how very lovely it is to visit with friends,to laugh hysterically, to sing, to dance, to share a glassa smile, a tear and a hugand toothis morning I am reminded,how lovely it is to come home,after…
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Somehow it suddenly becameAugust, and I feel as though I have not sat enoughoutside it is a gorgeous morning, so I sit with coffeemy book and the dogs, the three of uscontentedly driftingthrough peaceful pleasuresmy husband eventually comes out to…
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