This morning, although I’m not just sureI’m feeling greatmy heart is full to overflowing withgratitude I can say, first of allit is Sundayand the first part of Sundays I do lovea day to just beeaseeasy like Sunday morning, I meanthey’ve…
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This morning as my husband isoutsidebusying himselffor his daya woman out on the street, walking her dogscalls to himExcuse me, she says quite excitedlythere are two baby bunnies in your front garden! before long, I see that one brave littleexplorerhas…
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Out for my walk this morningas Friday’s small bit ofroutinehas now been determinedoff to collect our farm share ofwonderfully fresh, and decidedly deliciousgood things to eatlooking up at the beautiful blueI marvel at just how often I will noticethe wispy…
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Ode to and inspired bya friendand thoughts on just howto stoptime two days ago, I wrote of having a lively chatwith a young robinand my gosh, such a joythis morning my son lets me knowthere is a dead birdin the…
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the other day sat in the gardenquietly bathing inthe ever gentle sights andsounds ofawea very young, very chatty robincomes in, lengthy conversation alreadyin progressit begins of course, because heor rather she… one is not entirely surehas quite a lot to…
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Another gorgeous day beginsitsunfolding of course it will start with a quiet readwhere I am tucking in to mysummer read of Middlemarch by George Eliotoutside it appears to beshaping up as a brightand beauty-filled dayseeing the bird feeders have beengladly…
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Some will tell you that loss or ratherthe pain that comes with itis the priceof lovebut I think instead it is very much justa partoflove the letting go part it is precisely how we lovewhen all choice is taken awayand…
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Gazing out the window this morningI watch a robin in the rainpoking holes in wet earthsearching forworms I am reading about cemeterieswhich happen to besomethingthatIlove often you know, while reading, whilewatching, whilelearningI will think to myselfThis!this is what I should…
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Outside, the back garden looks bleakvery early spring, it’s true but most anywhere you lookthe dogs have trampledand one particular fellow, has chewedand dugand just generally annihilatedany resemblance ofbeautifying nature I’ve been away from my usual writing postI’m sure your…
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Overcast skies from my chair by the windowI am immersed in a bookdog snoring on my lapquiet symphonyplays briefly looking upthrough the doorwayat the kitchen filtered sunlight on the cupboardon the counter at the centre a large lemonin halflight drawing…
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