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The woods are strewn with fir cone remains after the hardworking squirrels have nibbled out the seeds and stashed them away for the winter. They’ve carried away all our walnuts as well. Can’t fault their dedication to provide for winter … Continue reading
I thought the rose garden was over for this year, Lo and behold, they are all blooming again. What a beautiful oasis of beauty in the centre of the yard. And the scent is heavenly.
My sister-in-law has opened up a new shop on Etsy called Glass Moon Treasures. Her sand and pebble art is delightful and she has also added some vintage jewelry. Go take a look and tell her Hernibs sent you. Encouraging … Continue reading
If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or objects. ~Albert Einstein
‘Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. – Thomas Moore, The Last Rose of Summer, 1830
I love these bright happy faces. They disappear when it gets too hot than come back again when it cools off. It’s always a lovely surprise to see them back again.
Sister-in-law does very creative pictures that evoke the soul of the scene. I love this one she sent me. She uses sand, twigs, stones, shells and silk plants and flowers, diamond dust and a glass moon. Go to Etsy to … Continue reading
Into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul. ~ John Muir
You won’t find your inner truth while analyzing, talking to, or trying to figure out other people. ~ Charlotte Davis Kasl
Too soon to risk getting a virus that is still not understood well enough. I choose to stay in my little bubble until it’s safer out there, for me and for other seniors who don’t want to get sick. I’m … Continue reading
One shrivelled, dried out pea patted into dark rich soil wakes, sprouts, grows to one strong vine holding lots of pea pods and each pod wraps around numerous peas. A lovely example of abundance – sow a seed, reap a … Continue reading
A friend of a friend wanted someone to come and pick their cherries before the bear got to them. So we did. Ate our fill and canned the rest. They will sure taste good on a cold winter night.