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Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and every city or house divided against itself shall not stand. ~Luke the physician
Bleeding Heart Dicentra spectabilis Symbol of undying love
Hope is a waking dream. ~Aristotle
I do like quietness and beauty but this cemetery with Highway One and Lower Road whizzing past is not very quiet. I’d rather be sprinkled under a fruit tree on our own land then try to rest here. Hopefully what … Continue reading
Mistakes. . . I think I have made them all and yet what should have ended in disaster has given me a life more precious than any I could have planned or dreamed. Leaving, grieving, wishing, wanting, life came calling … Continue reading
This Rhodo is a survivor. We planted it over 40 years ago. It’s been driven over by an RV, had a tree fall on it, been stomped by male deer, been through drought and monsoons but still it blooms, faithfully … Continue reading
She had crawled into the slipper basket in the bookcase by the door. Crazy Kitty.
Surrounded by those who need me, vie for my attention, expect answers and lunch I yearn for freedom, for time to myself, choosing to do or do nothing. But when I am alone, the quiet drives me crazy, I wander … Continue reading
Hisnibs built this little cabinet out of scraps in the workshop. The top is a piece of an old cedar that fell across our road about four years ago. Hisnibs milled it, planed it and made it to fit the … Continue reading
Lilac bush in bloom. Butterflies ecstatic, So am I. I breathe in memories, walking to school, Red Deer Alberta, spring, freedom, happiness and laughter. 2020 Sharron R. McMillan
Tea on Eldest Daughter’s deck. Yummy goodies and Nettle Tea while watching the newly hatched ducklings explore the backyard. A memorable hugless Mother’s Day. I miss our hugs!
I sometimes feel like this little poinsettia, bad timing, wrong colour, unnoticed, just doing its own thing, in spite of what everyone else thinks or does. Who decides these things I wonder and insists a certain plant or person is … Continue reading
If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul. ~John Greenleaf Whittier