Category Archives: Living Simply
Sacred space and sacred time and something joyous to do is all we need. Almost anything then becomes a continuous and increasing joy. . . I think a good way to conceive of sacred space is as a playground. If … Continue reading
Taking care of our planet is not an option. And buying locally produced products is the best place to start. I always choose Canadian made even though they may cost a little more. It’s worth it to know what I … Continue reading
Rosemary is viewed as a symbol of love, fidelity, and longevityMany people believe that using rosemary and keeping some sprigs under the pillow aids in sleeping and keeps the negative thoughts away.Placing a rosemary garland at the entrance of your … Continue reading
This tickles the edges of my observation, thinking of names and classification – the junco doesn’t seem to see that he’s a bird called junco to me What’s even more absurd he doesn’t know that he’s a bird Made up … Continue reading
Witch Hazel Yellow flowers, their secrets tell, witch hazel has now cast its spell – pulled the sun above the trees, scented every gentle breeze, I wander the garden dreaming of spring, witch hazel changes everything. ©Sharron R. McMillan
My latest creation hanging on the large cedar on the driveway.
Precisely the least, the softest, lightest, a lizard’s rustling, a breath, a flash, a moment – A little makes the way of the best happiness. ~Nietzsche
Eldest Daughter threw leaves over her carrot bed in the Fall and is still picking carrots, fresh and sweet in January! That gets the gardening dreams flowing again.
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where … Continue reading
Barnyard is now secure to keep the ducks and chickens in. It just needs the electric fencing now to keep the bears, raccoons, coyotes and dogs out. Nice view of the chicken/duck barn and Eldest daughter’s studio.
Greens from the garden and egg from the chicken…now this is what I call being rich! (From Eldest Daughter) 😉
Middle daughter had a consignment order for lots of peas. Here are half of them. I imagine she’s been having nightmares about peas these days. They are made of fused glass.
I’m thankful for those in my life who noticed the few drops of faith within me and watched it grow until a small but obvious puddle had formed even though I thought I had lost it altogether. ©Sharron R. McMillan
All the leaves and all the dreams of summer fallen to the ground, unfinished plans like warm duvets of colour in a mound left out in the cold until spring comes back around. ©Sharron R. McMillan