the rhythm of home

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I can't say that I have a favourite time of year but...

I do love the end of June and the beginning of July. The very beginning of summer. 

The days are warm but the nights are still nice and cool.

I absolutely love to hear the birdsong at dawn and to smell the Atlantic ocean

through the open window.

I keep my bedroom colours somewhat cool. 

We have a muslin quilt that is white with little blue fish all over it.

I ordered a native american 8 pointed star quilt on Etsy and I love it. 

My granddaughter is always asking me what my favourite colour is 

and I tell her, "Pink, and green, and blue, and white...with a bit of sand and sun colours as well."

Our bedroom floor is carpeted. I wish it was old hardwood but we make do with what we've got. 

We live in a tiny little old ocean town on a tiny little narrow, twisty one-way lane that is just big enough

for one car to travel down with no parking on either side. 

The bottom of our road, where we live, spits out at the town landing and harbour, and the top brings

you to another  narrow old street just at the spot where the beautiful (circa 1693) Old North Church sits.

Last night, just before I drifted off to around 9:00...

I heard two couple walking their dogs together and talking about their plans for the weekend. 

I also heard a group of teen boys chatting as they walked down to the harbour.

One of them had James Taylor's song, Fire and Rain, playing on his phone as they walked.

I love those sounds. 

The sounds of life.

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  1. It's nice to hear a little about where you live. It's sweet that your granddaughter keeps asking you what your favorite color is. And it's a delight to hear that teen boys are listening to a James Taylor song. That's a classic for sure. Yes, the rhythm of home.....that's where the day starts and ends, my favorite place to be. Loved your post today, my friend.


  2. Where you live sounds so awesome!!! And I love the quilt!


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