Friday, 29 May 2020

Family Friday

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The mornings have been getting warm enough to walk down to the harbour with a cup of coffee

and watch the sunrise. The dock is in at the town landing.

It was so calm and peaceful. 

The Alliums that we planted in the Autumn have grown almost 4 feet tall!

I’m just 5 feet so that’s almost as tall as I am. 

They’re so pretty against the garden wall!

Even though we couldn’t gather anyplace to honor Memorial Day the houses in town were all decked 

out to honor those who have fallen fighting for the freedoms we hold so dear.

We shared the first salad with lettuce greens from my garden!


I haven’t had a pedicure yet but I did get new garden shoes!

My mum and I drove quite a ways to a garden center where she wanted to buy a rose bush

and she bought me a new pair of garden shoes.

It will be nice to have something I can slip on and off at the door.

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Thursday, 28 May 2020

In the garden out and about

Poppies in a neighborhood garden.

They are growing all wildly-nilly along an old split rail fence.

The harbour is just across the old and narrow street.

Just a few houses up hydrangea is getting ready to blossom.

I think the bright blues and pinks are very pretty but they are just a little too ostentatious for my taste.

I’m partial to the old fashioned type myself. 

Phlox maybe? With grey/purple cat-mint interspersed. 

It’s a lovely mix.

Lilacs bend over fences and wisteria hangs over courtyards.

Gentle breezes wafting the scents of so many flowers

And the smell of the Atlantic

I walk the crooked streets toward home.

In my own garden

There are a few strawberries coming along

And the Columbine

Here and there a Cosmos blossoming from between the perennials.

How is your garden growing?

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Little things Thursday

Thursday favorite things

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Tuesday, 26 May 2020


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Before 1954 Veteran’s Day was referred to as Armistice Day. 

It marked the occasion on the 11th day of the 11th month at the 11th hour when the armistice signed between the allies of world war 1 went into effect. 

30 May is the official Memorial Day but that is celebrated on the last Monday of May which makes it the unofficial kick-off of summer fun. 

I am partial to Armistice Day which seems to represent the overwhelming sadness and futility of war.

I am also partial to the third verse of My Country Tis of Thee because it doesn’t speak of one particular country but rather the freedom that all mortals seek.

My country ‘tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing

Let music swell the breeze 
and ring from all the trees 
sweet freedoms’s song 
let mortal tongues awake 
let all that breath partake 
let rocks their silence break 
the song prolong


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Morning Glory

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Morning glory


But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason,
full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere.

James 3:17

Open to reason and full of mercy

God clearly tells us that we are to get wisdom. And then he goes on to tell us what wisdom is.  He doesn’t say, once you’ve got it do this...., because I think he must know that we are going to need a lifetime to make sure we have it and keep it.
To be full of mercy alone is a big job, let alone all the other things listed in this one verse of James.

If I want my walk through life to emulate Jesus...and I do, then I need to cultivate these qualities of wisdom from above.

I am finding myself studying these kinds of verses more often since we have been in lock-down.
People are acting out in fear, and anger, and hatred, and ignorance.
There’s so much information and much of it is contradictory.
It’s hard to understand what to do or how to act.
Do I wear a mask? Can I hug my grandchildren? Can I get my hair done?
Can I bring a gun to the courthouse steps?
Can I scream obscenities at people who don’t think, or act, or look like me?

And then I read James and it all comes down to wisdom from above.

First pure and then peaceable...

can be applied to a person or an object and means at peace.
Peaceable, can only be applied to a person and means inclined to try to keep the peace. 

In other words, we have some responsibilities here.
We can’t just take a deep breath, inhale-exhale, and move on.
God has given us a job.

He doesn’t tell us to have wisdom. He tells us to get it.
He wants us reaching for it, grasping, searching, learning, studying
Getting it.

God calls us to love one another,
He calls us to wait on him,
And he calls us to get wisdom from above.

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Purposeful Faith

Anchored truth Tuesday

Tell His story

Monday, 25 May 2020

Thy woods and templed hills

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Let music swell the breeze
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom’s song
Let mortal tongues awake
Let all who breath partake
The song prolong
I love thy rocks and rills
Thy woods and templed hills
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above. 

Every evening at six O’Clock, since the Quarantine began, the church bells ring out all over town.

The evening of Memorial Day it was misty and cold. 
It was quiet with no one parading, no picnicking, no boating on the harbour.

When the bells rang they called me out to the little landing on the back stairway.

Without those who gave their lives for our freedoms we would not be able to love 
the natural beauty that surrounds us.

Nature notes


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Create in me a clean heart, O God, 
and renew a right spirit within me. 

There is fresh milk for coffee in the morning though this afternoon I will walk to the market to freshen up our supplies. We will need more milk and sourdough bread and peach jam.
And lemons for tea.

The hutch in the kitchen holds books among other things.
Cookbooks and books about keeping home...
The left side of the top shelf has a stack of old New England books.

Shipwrecks of New England which includes an 1849 wreck just off the coast of Marblehead and tells the story of all the townsfolk coming out to see it.

Herman Melville’s Moby Dick. Did you know that he and Nathanial Hawthorne were great friends?

The Edge of the Sea by Rachel Carson, who also wrote Silent Spring which began the Environmental act in the 1970s. She spent many years here in New England...and we share a birthday.

Three O’Clock Dinner. This book belonged to my grandmother, Florence, and she wrote her name in it. I’ve never read it but it seemed like a good title for the kitchen.

The last book is called Memories of Hawthorne by his daughter, Rose Hawthorne Lathrop. She converted to Catholicism when she married. In her later years became Mother Mary Alphonsa and dedicated her life to caring for homeless, terminal cancer patients through the Dominican sisters of Hawthorne, N.Y.  She died there in 1926.

There is also a copy of Tolkien’s The Lord of the Ring, which my husband received from a friend when they were young. There have been times, with friends around the table, when we have had need of a quote or a particular Tolkien passage.

And, of course, there are cookbooks...Laurel’s Kitchen, With a Measure of Grace, Moosewood Kitchen, to name a few. 

And Tasha Tudor’s A Basket of Herbs.

Old books are like old friends to me. 

Ragged old flag

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The good is the flag flying high over the harbour and old town. We can just see it waving from the living room window. The crane is used for lowering boats into the harbour.

The fun is a sunrise walk. The town dock is in.

Random is the Allium in the garden. 
It’s almost as tall as I am!
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Sunday, 24 May 2020


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But as it is written,

“What no eye has seen, nor ear heard,
nor the heart of man imagined,
 what God has prepared for those who love him. “
These things God has revealed to us through the spirit. 
For the Spirit searches everything, even the depths of God. 

1 Corinthians 2:9-10
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Saturday, 23 May 2020

Wave that flag

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I live in an old fishing town.

The boatyard uses the crane you see to lower boats into the harbour...or to lift them out.

Memorial Day and Independence Day the boatyard hangs the flag off the giant crane.

We can just see it above and between the rooftops from our living room window.

All of old town can see it and all of the boats in harbour can see it as well.

There’s something very settling about seeing that flag this year.

We may not have the parades or wreath laying ceremonies or back yard picnics

with all our friends and family while we quarantine

But “we’re kinda proud of that ragged old flag.”

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Friday, 22 May 2020

Family Friday

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The Allium that mum planted in the Autumn are just about to blossom!

They stand so stately and tall against the garden wall. 


This is the small area where I sit to drink my morning coffee. The wisteria is blooming and it looks so pretty from the window in our conservatory. In the morning it beckons me so that even if I have to put on a sweatshirt and a vest I can’t help but go out into the garden and the morning sunlight. 

My son-in-law is re-sanding and painting the old flag pole in the their front yard.

He had a friend help him replace the old eagle that sits at the top after he repainted it gold.

My grandson, Verne, likes to swing as high a the trees!

My granddaughter, Abigail, had a dance-off party with me in the back yard! 
Look at that delicious, apple and home-made cookie filled belly!

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Friday fave fives

Friday favorites

Thursday, 21 May 2020

Lest we forget

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Can you even begin to believe that it will soon be Memorial Day?

 I feel as if we are all living underwater and every once in a while 
something that we recognize floats by.

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Wednesday, 20 May 2020

Growing seeds of love

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Early morning in the morning with coffee in hand

I slip on my boots and step downstairs to check on the garden.

Last summer we moved into the second floor apartment
above my elderly mum who moved into the first floor apartment.

Almost upon arrival we began to plan the garden.
My mum grows beautiful roses and I mentioned that I would love to have a rose in the garden.

Quick as a minute she had one planted.
She doesn’t remember what the name of it is
but it matters not since she refers to it as Kara’s rose.

At first I thought that my husband and I would be close by her in case she needed something.

But at 57 I am fully convinced that there will never be a time when I don’t need my mum.

There are quite a few buds but this is the one that will blossom first.
Oh so early in the morning I look to see how far along it has come
later in the morning, when she’s woken up, mum comes outdoors to see as well.

When I was younger, I didn’t like geraniums very much.

So manageable and staid at the front of all the little houses in my home town.

But somewhere along the way, I began to love their cheery, true-hearted disposition.

Pots full of geraniums found their way onto my porches and window boxes.

Pink, white, coral, and red coloured flowers with foliage of dark, bright, and silvery greens.

Always optimistic and forgiving.

Qualities I seem to value more and more as I step toward my sixties.

I am ever so grateful for this time I get to spend with my mum

and the things I am gleaning from her

about getting older and building a garden.

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Vintage charm

Charming homes and gardens

Heart encouragement

Grace and truth

Tuesday, 19 May 2020

Blossoms from heaven

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The lilacs are blooming in neighborhood dooryards.

There is nothing like a lilac nestled by your back door.
May brings delightful smells as you come in from a trip to the market.

The house on the corner has just been painted.
It faces the old harbour and town landing.
I love grey on a beach house and the pink of the magnolia (Dogwood?) looks so pretty against it.

There are so many different types of flowering cherry trees.

They create a canopy of blossom over the narrow lanes of my old town home.

The  blossoms float down down and sprinkle the ground with pink and white.

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Our world Tuesday

Pictorial Tuesday


My corner of the world

Community Global

Nature notes

Monday, 18 May 2020

The charm of home

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She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
Proverb 31:26-27

My husband and I live in a house which was originally built (and rebuilt about 150 years ago) by Captain John Merritt, of the American Revolutionary War, who was in the Marblehead regiment with General Glover.
We live in the apartment on the second floor and my mum, who is elderly, lives in the apartment on the first floor. In this way she’s not alone if she needs something.

In old houses, the rooms are rather small and usually have quite a bit of character..

You work with what you have or you tear the whole thing apart and start from scratch but that is far from the ideal because it ruins the history and the charm of the house.
Old house living isn’t for every one.

The street that I live on is very short and narrow. It’s part of the original village and it’s lined on either side by houses which were built in the 17th and 18th centuries. There are no front yards and not very many sidewalks. Merritt street is one way and there is just enough room for one car to drive on. It sort of curves and twists and loops, from Front street on the harbour all the way around to drop one back out onto Front street by Fort Sewall.
It takes 2 or 3 minutes to meander from one side to the other.
It is a beautiful walk with antique homes and tiny, old fashioned gardens
popping out from where ever they will fit.

I often think of Captain Merritt’s wife Elizabeth while I’m working in my kitchen.
In the morning I sit at the kitchen table with an open bible and say my prayers.
I think of what her favourite verses might have been and how she must have prayed while her husband was off fighting in the revolutionary war.

Many years later...hundreds of years later...Maybe in the 1920s, a different housewife had this china cabinet put in the kitchen. When we moved in I was disappointed. In my mum’s apartment there is a pantry closet and that is what I would have rather have had.
I am happy now that we have it though. It seems to be the perfect place for pitchers, antique glasses, old mixing bowls, and kitcheny/home/cook books which I seem to have an over abundance of.

Where ever your roads may take you
there is no place like the charm of home.

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All about home

Make it pretty Monday

Tell his story

Purposeful faith

Anchored truth Tuesday

The allium blossom

The good is a new bed! A friend purchased a new bed and offered me her old one.
We were using a Hollywood frame that was rather squeaky so I took her up on her offer.
I love the wooden shape and colour of it. 
We will still use our own mattress but we got rid of our box spring as this type of bed doesn’t need one. 

The random is some reading that I’ve been doing. My daughter picked up in The Early World at a second hand store last fall and thought I would like it. The author began a new way of teaching back in the 1960s in New Zealand. It’s actually very interesting and incorporates some Montessori and also some Reggio Emilia approaches. 
Wilding is about a property in England that the owners allow to go back to the wild. It’s a big deal because the property goes back in the family to the Middle Ages.  I plan on starting it today. Also, if you haven’t watched The Biggest Little Farm you should. It’s really good. 

The fun is watching an Allium bloom begin to blossom. We’ve been in quarantine a very long time. It’s been ever so cold and rainy here. I’m not sure I would have considered this fun before Covid-19 but it’s pretty sweet after over 2 months of not much else. 
In writing these words I realize that one of the blessings of staying home is re-discovering the joy of watching a blossom opening. Probably (hopefully) I will not get another chance to see this beautiful occurrence again in such complete and slow-motion. One day next spring I will notice the buds and a week or two later I will see the blossom. So, this year I will enjoy the fun of being able to watch this amazing miracle happen day by day. 

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Sunday, 17 May 2020


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It is good to give thanks to the lord,
To sing praises to your name, O most high;
To declare your steadfast love in the morning,
And your faithfulness by night,
To the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre.
For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work
At the works of your hands I sing for joy.

Psalm 92: 1-4


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