For the last several days I’ve been thinking aboutmy husband’s Aunt Tinaand the feeling one often has ofthe wishfor more time Aunt Tina was the dearest lady, andmost gladly took me in her loving embracemuch before my husband and I…
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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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As the beauty of the sparkly sunshine suddenly turns to a more colour- less kind of sky snowflakes increase in velocity and a cold brisk wind begins to nip I have just stopped for counsel with the morning dove the dove represents peace of the deepest kind, I…
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We often have, my dear husband and I a difference of opinion in the garden and thank goodness really, as how boring would we be otherwise I have a great affection for the things that roam rather freely self-seed, grow up and through I happen to like things that…
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Waking early with the words do not go back to sleep filtering in like bits of dappled light subtle yet kindly persistent soft steps through a slumbering houseresonate as a grateful sigh warm water and lemon while I wait on the coffee a book on top…
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To be a silent observer on the sidelinesof lifea not so, secret admirerof things, to a slow burning appreciation of essenceand enduring gracean increasing day to day beauty of naturalinclinationsyou sometimes fail toseeyet never to have told you, would seemlike…
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Thursday,I come to the end of my work weekand sink myself lowinto the kind comfort of homean autumn sort of chill is in the airof late, all day wind and rain,so at home, I am a socks AND slipperskind of…
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