a spirit of simplicity

One morning we went to the wharf....

t 2 Chronicles 7:14 If my people which are called by name,  shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven  and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.  Toward the end of summer on our rather tiny sort-of an island. The evenings find us adding an extra blanket and the mornings are chill enough for a sweater now, as we sip our tea. This morning it is rainy and grey, the wind is blowing the bushes along the trail about and the dune grasses are bending in the breeze. The beach roses have turned from white and pink petals to orange hips the bayberry and bittersweet are beginning to break forth. Next week will be hot again but the school buses will be running already and the heat will be but a whisper of a summer past. 

t ephesians 4:29 Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I am from Boston. I have rarely been more proud to say where I am from. We showed up 40,000 strong to stand against those who would fill our streets with their poisonous hatred. We drowned out their evil with sheer numbers. Boston was 40,000 strong today.... We Can't Hear You! Go Home!

t Romans 14:19 So then let us then pursue what makes for peace and for mutual upbringing. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I live quite close to Boston. I work there. I feel filthy to be as close as I am to the events that will transpire there today. It is only 9:00 in the morning as I type this. I pray that there will be quietness and peacefulness today. But that is not usually the norm at these types of things. I am sickened and heartsick and disgusted and frightened to know that there are such racist, vile, Nazi-sympethizors so close to me. I want to go into the Commons tomorrow with a pail and a brush and scrub clean the places where their hate-filled feet touched. They are Satan. ~ ~ ~ This was written by Norbert Capek while he was imprisoned at Dachau. He died there on 12 October, 1942. His name appears on a list of prisoners on an invalid transport to a castle in Austria where he died of poison gas.  He was raised Catholic but became a U.U. minister later i

I have begun the habit of lighting a small candle at mealtimes. Even when, as is sometimes the case because of my husband's work schedule, I am alone. The kitchen window is open a sweet smelling ocean breeze cools down the house of an evening toward the end of summer. I say a small grace. If I've been for a walk along the beach dunes or on the path through the wood there are wild flowers in a jar on the kitchen table. Tomorrow is another day but for now I light a candle and say a grace. Blessed. When was the last time you got out of doors? There is a link below if you care to share. An InLinkz Link-up

After church and a quick stop at the weekly farmer's market I snacked on ginger cheese, fresh peaches,  homemade gingersnaps and assam tea at the kitchen table. My neighbor dropped by to ask about the  morning bus schedule. We chatted for a bit and she mentioned that she loved my house. She said it was calm and welcoming.  Which is exactly how I like it.

the good I stopped at the Farmer's market on the way home from church Sunday morning. I picked up a winter squash and roasted it with some zucchini, onion, and red pepper. I added all of that to some seasoned kasha and had a really good dinner. the random Joey, Joe and I came upon some lime green acorns in Marjoram park of a morning. They are so pretty I put them in a tiny pottery plate so that we can enjoy them at our leisure. the fun Joey has been having a great summer!!

 t You make the dawn and the sunset  shout for joy. Psalm 65 Spiritual Sundays Sunday Scripture Blessings Scripture and a snapshot Sunday thoughts

Saturday I went to a handtub muster with my daughter and grandson.  Verne's daddy pumps for the tub that won! It's a great way to spend a day with family and friends. It was a bit rainy but when the skies cleared some Verne and I talked about things little boys and their grandma's speak of. I had a chance over the week to get together with a few of my cousins. We went out and got a bite to eat and my cousin Martha and I had a martini. We normally only see one another once a year or so. It was a nice treat.  Summer is in full swing now... the window boxes in Beacon Hill are overflowing with prettiness. It's cooler in the morning and evenings and the sunsets and sunrises are stunningly beautiful. I find myself looking forward to Autumn. August 26 my step-daughter Ashley would have been 24 years old. She passed away on 28 February, 2016. When ever I see a dragonfly, I think of her.... actually, I am alm

Verne and his Mama Last week I got to see Verne on Wednesday and on Saturday! It was wonderful!

My Grammy baked.... toll house cookies (never chocolate chip) and Apricot squares...with a hard A and for my father, mincemeat pie with hard sauce. I've decided I am going to be a grandmother who bakes. My pumpkin pie is already requested at all family gatherings and the boys absolutely love my gingersnaps... also, I will start making Apricot squares, in honor of Grammy. ~ ~ ~ And....I am Hopi. Not Nana as it doesn't really suit me.  Hopi for love...which I think it means. and gingersnaps for the delicious way they taste and sound and pumpkin pie for gathering close and Apricot squares for Grammy. And, I have decided I will be a walking grandmother. Walking is the perfect place for chatting or gathering thoughts... looking for flowers, or colourful leaves, or seashells... or teaching a small child who they are in the world and where they came from. so....Hopi bakes and Hop

the random I went to the handtub muster in Salem on Saturday. Verne's dad pumps for the town of Newbury and they won! There are things boys say to their grandmothers.... the fun Verne had the best time with this leash. He played with it almost all day! I think he figured if his best friend Pippa had a leash... he wanted one too. http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/

t I am humbled and quieted in your presence.  Like a contented child that rests on its mother's lap. I'm your resting child and my soul is content in you. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Verne and Hopi So...I am Hopi instead of Nana. That's who I am.  Spiritual Sundays Sunday Scripture Blessings Scripture and a snapshot Sunday thoughts

Tucker loves being out on the porch. He keeps himself quite busy chasing bugs  while I am watering the flowers.   On Saturday we went to a family reunion. We got a chance to see a few cousins that we hadn't seen in decades. It was fun.  I've been able to take the ferry work a few times this week! It's so much fun! My house is the big green one. Joe watches the ferry go by and knows I'll be home soon.   I had Wednesday off of work so of course I went to see Bonnie and Verne.  I am so in love with him.   We snoozed a bit in the hammock... a gladsome way to while-a-way a summer afternoon.

Early morning at the beach Queen Anne's lace greets the day

t If we live by the spirit, let us also keep in step with the spirit. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Queen Anne greets the morning