a spirit of simplicity

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ the fun I dug up an old photo of my daughter so that I could compare it to her daughter.  I think there is a remarkable resemblance! ~ the good Joe and I take the train into Boston to work each morning.  I get off at Bowdoin station in Beacon Hill and this little tree is all alit for me early on the morning of Christmas Eve with a light snow falling ~ ~ the random A few weeks ago my mum treated me to a visit to one of our favorite places. The Isabella Stewart Gardener museum. It was all decked for the holidays  and John Singer Sargent's painting of  Gretchen Osgood Warren and her daughter, Rachel was on display in the Gothic room. It is on temporary loan from the  MFA.  It was painted in that room and we could see the chairs they sat in  and all of the other items that were in the painting. Everything in the Isabella Stewart Museum must stay exactly as it is  per her wish

But the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13 An InLinkz Link-up

  I work in Beacon Hill, Boston and it is slow during the holiday season as many of the children I care for are away on holiday or with visiting family.  So, I got out early for a few days and did some Christmas shopping. I love to be in the city at Christmas time.  So much beautiful sparkle! Abigail Rose Christmas baby...born on 17 December. We had our family Christmas at my house on Saturday. It was a wonderful day. The food was delicious. The gifts were wonderful.  The Christmas parade went by our house and we all watched from the windows! But mostly, the company was loved and happy.  My daughter, Hannah was there on Saturday. She is studying and working and interning.... so, I don't get to see her very often. It was such a treat to see her. On Christmas day we went to my daughter and son-in-law's house. I got to cuddle with my two favorite little grandchildren.

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the good My beautiful granddaughter  Abigail Rose was born 17 December! the fun At the hospital she was wearing a fun little Christmas hat! the random Her brother, Verne, loves her to pieces already.

Welcome to the world Abigail Rose

   We came home from work the other day to find this strange dog on our front walkway.  We have no idea who left it there. Beacon hill is all dressed up for Christmas and I love taking a little walk about after work.  Four years ago while I was a student at the local community college I signed a waiver allowing them to use my photograph. Who could have guessed that it would hanging on the wall  bigger than life all this time? My daughter is now doing an internship here and walks past my photo every day on the way to her office! Ha! Your mother is always watching. This is the snow person that we made in my class full of toddlers. She looks a bit like a tourist whose been drinking on an island beach all day. We are having a friendly contest with all of the other classes. I was going through some old Christmas photographs and came across this of my sister and I.  I'm the brunette on the lef

This is the snowman that my class of toddlers made for our center wide  snowman competition. The painted her their favorite colours. She looks a bit like a tourist whose been drinking on some island beach all day. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  O little town of Bethlehem how still we see thee lie above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by yet in thy dark streets shineth the ever lasting light the hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I've been longing for snow.  There's no sign of any in the near future I have no doubt that we will have our fair share of it soon enough so for now I will just have to wait.... ~ I've had this Little table for about 5 years now.  It was a cast off from my mum when she downsized. I use it as a diminutive desk and place an odd jaberwocky of things upon it.  seashells and stones collected from walks on the beach, books that I've half-read, a funny looking plant that my daughter gave me  and a hobbit-ish pipe that turned up in a box when we moved here. The little gnome fellow has become a favorite of our cat, Tucker, and I'm afraid he plays with it quite fiercely. I'm not sure if the little thing will last till Christmas... Tucker tosses it up into the air and then stands on his hind paws to catch it.   ~ I was in a rather nasty car accident on Friday evening.  There wer