I would like to live in a bookstorebut not just any old bookstore you see…one most comfortable andkindwith an old wooden front, and large windowsthat I could dress a welcome sign that (even though it was me)made you feel solike drawing…
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This morning the sky begins inbluebut rather quickly is blanketedin the fluffy white-nessof a slightly cooler but,neverthelessbeautiful day the garden, in its summer gloryhas received so much rain latelyit looks to be sittinglush andlow due to a falling tree last…
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♪ It’s… Canada Day up Canada way on the first day of July! ♪♪ As usual this day begins in thoughtsof Stompin’ Tom Connorswhere I will sing just this part of the songmany timestoday the dogs and I outfor a…
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I haven’t yet said too muchabout itabout how absolutely, endearingly wonderfulit all wasright from starttofinish how the evening beforesomeone both lovely and kindwould come in to the gardenand say to me,oh my… I would never want to leaveand I would…
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Yesterday morning, much to domuch tolook forward toI begin in tears I am feeling scared, a little overwhelmedfor many reasonsand I stillcannot breathe properly thanks to the combination ofallergies and covid,which really affectsmy sleephormones have hit, as they doend of…
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My current reading andmightread nextpile where I have not spent nearly enough timewith the first book, Surrenderand it really is so very goodbut also, where I am always looking forwardto thenextone and ways in which the two of thesefirst two…
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This morning,I’m thinking about the transitionfromsoup to saladthen back againspring weather being what it isanother cool wet startgrey clouds with small surprising breaksof brightlight first thing the only digits that will moveon sore handsarethumbseverything else is curled in tight eventually…
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This morning we take a drive,as I amnot a driverand a drive with my husband being one of myfavourite things, especiallyon a lovely morning such as thisI sit quite enjoying the scenerychattering away to my love about thingsour sometimes opposing…
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On the way up the stairsin my housethere are two small windowsone is up quite highthe other one you pass each timeyouclimb the up high window is often whereIin the very early, still darkhoursof the morningon the way downwill find…
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If I can tell you anything,it’s just thiskeep your heart open we thought we’d been brokenwell in truthwe knew we hadand scars remain, most everywhereyoulookaround us, someon us not again he said,not anymore. Spring came though,as we knew itwouldand again…
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