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Selah

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  ~ ~ ~ t He said to them, "Because of your little faith. For truly I tell you,  if you have faith the size of a mustard seed,  you will say to the mountain, 'move from here to there,' and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you." Matthew 17:20 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ scripture and a snapshot You are invited to the Inlinkz link party! Click here to enter

Friday

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  ~ ~ ~ Saturday I went to an old fashioned firemen's muster with my grandchildren, daughter, and son-in-law. It was great fun! The fire department of their town was there selling hamburgers and hotdogs! Verne looks very handsome sitting on top of the hand tub pump. There are several events each summer and each team creates a ribbon for each event.  Folks pin their ribbons to their shirts or shorts. Little Natalie opted for wearing nothing but her diaper as the temperatures were almost blistering hot so she is trying, unsuccessfully, to pin her ribbon on herself.  On Saturday night Verne, Abby and I had a sleepover in in my tent in the back yard! When it got dark enough Verne and I watched the fireflies with our heads down by the screen doors! Abigail fell asleep before the fireflies came out but she woke up early enough to do some coloring! Natalie is still too little to sleep out in the tent but we found a spot where her blankets will fit when she gets old enough. ~ For truly I t

sleeping in the tent

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  ~ ~ ~ I spent the night in my new tent with my grandchildren. We slept under the most beautiful big, old pine tree in their back garden. We call it a Tamarack pine but I'm not sure if that is what it really is.  Verne, who is 5, watched fireflies with our heads down near the screen doors before falling asleep. He thought it was just about the coolest thing he had ever done  and I think it was just about the coolest thing I've ever done as well.  Abby fell asleep before the dragonflies came out but she woke early enough to color some pictures  under the blankets.  In the morning we emptied the tent of sippy cups, crayons, tiny lanterns, and picture books.  We folded up our quilts and packed up the car. Daddy brought us coffee and donuts from Dunkin Donuts and I headed back home. Children learn so much from being out in the natural world.  It doesn't have to be a hike into the great wilderness. Sometimes an overnight in the backyard is a wonderful adventure... maybe even th

Yesterday

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  So I have this thing with cookbooks. I know that I can get all this information on line  but I just love the old books.  I just picked up a new one at the second hand shop. It's an awful pretty blue and it's filled with Greek recipes! I'm looking forward to trying some of them.  ~ I have a new macbook.  I love it and I'm sure I'll love it even more when I figure the darn thing out! ~ My husband and I were set to go visit my sister and her husband at the end of June. Unfortunately, he went into kidney failure and was hospitalized for 4 days.  They sent him home just before Independence Day and he was still saying that he felt dizzy. He had to go for some lab work before seeing his doctor for a follow up appointment and just as I got home from work the lab called and told him to get to the hospital right away. So...off he went for another 5 days! They finally have it under control. They took him off of some of his medications and lowered the dose on a few others. It

Selah

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  ~ ~ ~ t This is my commandant: love one another as I love you. John 15:12 My mother left me many gifts. Though she’s been gone just over a year now I still stumble upon ordinary and unforgettable things when I am moving through my day.  Searching unsuccessfully for my old apple pie recipe I finally turned to my mum’s old Fanny Farmer cook book. It’s a bit tattered and I don’t open it very often because my hands have reached the age where I can tell just how much to put where just by the feel of things. The cover of the book fell open and I glanced down to see the handwriting of one of my my mother’s dearest an oldest friends. It was dated August of 1977. I can’t remember what was happening at that time or why Nancy would have gifted my mum this book back then. Perhaps we had just moved… It made me pause to think about how many women’s life long friendships the Fanny Farmer cook book has seen. How many women making apple pie or creamed asparagus to bring to a friend in need? My mother

On dragonfly wings

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  Today is the first day of the Marblehead Festival of Arts! The little harbour town that I live in has been having a festival of arts every Fourth of July since 1966! It lasts for 5 days, this year it runs from 1 July through 4 July. There are all kinds of artwork displayed in churches and antique buildings, there is music daily in Crocker park, and on the Fourth there is a beautiful harbour illumination and fireworks!  I happened to notice a sweet little mama robin and her baby in a nest just under the stairway as I looked out the guest room window into the back garden. As I watched them the mama flew away and came back with a treat for her little one.  Joe and I treated ourselves to lobster rolls on Tuesday evening.  They were made my very favourite way, warm with nothing but butter and a little bit of seasonings. So delicious!  Fort Sewell  is located just up the street from me and was recently renovated. The held a celebration for the town which included the Glover Regiment lighti

Polly put the kettle on

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So much has happened! I hardly know how to begin my story. It may be best if I start where I am and ramble my way in a sort of backwards direction.  Perhaps you might like a cup of tea? We have pie. If we are to begin where we are then it is just here at the edge of the harbour in our quiet little town  At the very beginning of the Fourth of July. Of an evening Joe and I strolled down to the town landing to watch the world for a little while. This young man was cleaning out the bait in his traps and tossing treats out to the seagulls who were quite courteous and patient which is very unlike their normally greedy and loud behavior.  As you can see the harbour is full in high summer.  I’ve heard it said that in mid July, if you had a mind to, you could jump across the harbour, from boat to boat and never get your feet wet. Joe and I are quite content to sit on a bench by the water and enjoy the gloaming. It sure is pretty at this time of year.  Tomorrow I shall endeavor to tell you more