I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables It’s been a busy week, and Friday arrives gently, like a comfortable old friend. Gerry is going fishing this morning, and I’m going to pull out my camera. My kitchen windowsill is adorned with vases of
Nothing is so lovely as a quietly snoring dog and some evening Brahms, as you sit in a comfortably overstuffed chair with your feet on the footstool. Ann Beattie I tell myself to slow down and appreciate the now. Still, the cool and darkening days leave me with a desire to put up the new
In everything give thanks . . . 1 Thessalonians 5:18 It’s Thanksgiving here in Canada. I’m not one for holidays, but I’ll cook a turkey today and we’ll eat well nonetheless. I talked with my son yesterday; he was anticipating a traditional feast at his home in a few hours. ”You should cook your turkey
And then there is time in which to be, simply to be, that time in which God quietly tells us who we are and who he wants us to be. It is then that God can take our emptiness and fill it up with what he wants and drain away the business with which we
This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning. John Steinbeck , Tortilla Flat It is early—some might say, too early. A saner person might roll over and go back to sleep, but I reach for my Kindle and finish the book I’ve been reading. Maya
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. Sylvia Plath I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s RUSH) and write for five minutes about it. Today, the last day of what
It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race. Robert W. Service The smoke is back. I’m thankful that I was intentional about being outside yesterday. Today: a delivery and setup, some running around, and planning and prep. Just your typical day in the retireehood. I’m ready for some typical days.