a spirit of simplicity

the Key to my heart Triangle one of my favorite groups of words is in the gloaming which is rather old fashioned we walked the beach in the gloaming we had an impromptu end of the summer celebration there were wild flowers in a can on the picnic table and hot dogs on the grill at lake Megunticook   I don't know if I would say this is my best photograph ever. I do love it though. It makes me laugh every time I see it.   silly boys scavenger hunt sunday

morning fairs the saturday photo hunt saturday photo hunting

cookbooks and twine little things thursday friday finds

the first thing to upon coming home is a bunch of yellow flowers  in an old honey jar sitting in the sunshine  on the soapstone kitchen table   friday finds

 Joe comes home and puts his keys on the table  I love it when we are home together little things thursday

the good I have started attending a U.U. church and I really like it. I have a sort of Asian/earth based/web of life sort of a belief system with it's roots firmly in science and spirituality....so....it's not so easy for me to find a church where I feel at home. Yesterday's service was all about "home" and it was good. the random  I heard a service about what home is this week. Sometimes we live in beautiful homes with beautiful furniture but do not feel home. Other times we drift around in no particular order but know what home feels like. I have found home in the arms of the man I walk beside...or I should say that we have found home in each other. Finally. the fun I met up with my grown daughters and we visited a sunflower field at a local farm!  the good, the random, the fun

stripes we got ourselves all packed and headed down east to visit with the cousins Little Joey's got a ways to go before he can travel in his daddy's boots little kiwi  Joe's sister's dog is just too cute my favorite man scavenger hunt sunday

the summer's gone and all the roses falling   the saturday photo hunt saturday photo hunting the first thing I thought of was Jug of Punch the second thing was an old fashioned bootlegger's jug or a blue grass jug band none of which I happened to have anywhere near me the best I could do is a bunch of flowers in an old honey jar

I love the way the morning sunlight streams through the window above our kitchen sink and lights upon the open shelves  teapots, mason jars and my grandmother's rolling pin look like treasured jewels    anything blue Friday Friday finds