While shopping for Christmas gifts this December, I came across a book entitled “Worn.” It’s a collection of stories by famous personalities about special garments that have become part of their life. It got me thinking about the clothes that people wear and how so many of them must have amazing stories to tell. I
Every year for Christmas, my husband and I give each other bulbs to plant indoors, for the New Year. I always give Amaryllis bulbs, at least one, but sometimes two or three, depending on the price. My husband gives me Paperwhites and maybe an Amaryllis, as well. This year, I got both, plus six Hyacinthe
I was nominated awhile ago for the Leibster award – an award for bloggers to help bust their “hits” and the “hits” of others that they nominate and I took so long to respond that I have been nominated again by a blogger in another group. First I would like to thank Caro Ness for
All festivities have their own particular challenges, I’m sure. However, as I was hanging out of the second story window of my house the other day, in the bitter cold, trying to reach the top of a twelve foot cedar tree, with my three-pronged cultivator, I decided that celebrating Christmas, in North America anyway, had
I realize that I haven’t posted in almost a month. This is so unlike me. After three years of posting at least every other day and every day (sort of) in 2013, I am falling short for 2014. I can explain. You see, I needed a new sweater. Below is an explanation of how ravelling
I read an interesting article in the paper the other day, that became even more interesting when I realized that I had actually been “involved” in the situation over fifty years ago. Let me explain. The article was about a construction company digging up an old church parking lot and suddenly finding human remains, coffins,
Friday night we had “lighting of pumpkins.” Well, let’s say we tried to have lighting of pumpkins. I tried outside, at first. However, the wind blew out the matches and the candles every time. Plan B – light them inside and carry them outside. It worked except the rain put out a candle or two
I walk almost daily past the grave of William Lyon MacKenzie King. Who? Well, yes, he did die in 1950, so there are probably three generations, who never really knew him. For the record, he was the Prime Minister of Canada, when the Liberals were in power, which was on and off for almost thirty
Both Art and Attitude are “A” words. Please, let me explain. Because I need a focus to get through winter, I have borrowed a meditating technique that I used a few years ago to, well, do just that – get through winter. That is, I created a post a day based on three words beginning
…….. is another A word that I chose for a day of channeling a few Octobers ago. Actually I may have tried to channel (think) it on one of those very busy days, that makes meditating virtually impossible, because nothing really got “stirred up.” This is not a bad thing. Wait, I did do a
