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Dresden Plate Lap Quilt for my mother for her 100th birthday in May. It’s almost finished. Eldest daughter did the sewing, youngest daughter sent some special memory buttons to add to it. Middle daughter handmade fused glass buttons and I … Continue reading
Don’t regret the past, just learn from it. ~Ben Ipock
Listening to both sides of a story will convince you that there is more to a story than both sides. ~ Frank Tyger.
Staying home and being safe has been the perfect chance to work non-stop on my family binders project and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. From printing family trees to pasting in historical pictures, I’ve been thoroughly enjoying this process … Continue reading
Dreaming of sun on my face, rich composted soil, soft rain, and fresh seeds, I believe in tomorrow.
Why am I doing this, all these binders, too much information. I started researching my family tree, then trying to fit pieces of my personal puzzle together from the years I’d lost when I was ill. It became a habit, … Continue reading
Frosty Friday yesterday, hibernating for today. Time to curl up by the fire, wrapped in woolly warm attire, work a puzzle, read a book, be a baker or a cook, sip on steaming homemade soup, refuse to let my spirit droop, … Continue reading
Don’t Go For A Walk – head down, arms pumping, heart racing, pedometer counting, lungs stretching, mind worrying about yesterday, tomorrow, somewhere else. Stop. Start again. Take your camera. Go For A Wonder Wander – head up, look at the … Continue reading
We each contributed something for our turkey dinner, set it up buffet style in eldest daughter’s tiny house, then we took turns going in, filling our plates and headed out onto the deck to eat safely. (Scroll down) Eating Christmas … Continue reading
We weren’t in the mood to go out and get a Christmas tree but I still wanted to decorate something. I snipped the tips off the spruce my best friend brought us one year when she flew here from Saskatchewan. … Continue reading
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before. ~ Willa Cather (1873 – 1947) American Writer
Everyone brought their own dishes, cutlery and their contribution for a traditional turkey dinner with all the fixings. Food was set up buffet style inside. One couple at a time filled their plates and went outside to eat, distanced … Continue reading
What’s done is done, what’s said is said, what remains are echoes in my head. ©2020 Sharron R. McMillan