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March 29, 2018
Thursday, March 29, 2018
Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children. Alex Haley We decide it’s a good day to go bowling. It’s been about twenty-five years since I bowled (anything other than Wii bowling which Gerry and I used to do frequently) so I’m not
March 28, 2018
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden. Ruth Stout The soil has been turned and the garlic uncovered. I stand alone in the garden as Gerry pushes the wheelbarrow back to its place by the shed, a little red-haired girl his giggling passenger. i survey
March 27, 2018
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
It was such a pleasure to sink one’s hands into the warm earth, to feel at one’s fingertips the possibilities of the new season.” Kate Morton, The Forgotten Garden Today, we garden. We’ll start with just a few tasks that won’t take too long: uncovering the garlic, spreading manure, and preparing the beds in preparation
March 26, 2018
Monday, March 26, 2018
We can’t take any credit for our talents. It’s how we use them that counts. Madeline L’Engle I tuck my granddaughter into bed after a movie that we’ve watched for the second night in a row. Rumour has it she wants to watch it again in a few days when her mama arrives. It’s a
March 25, 2018
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Rest and be thankful. William Wordsworth This morning, a guest post. Hello world. My name is Makiya. I am nine years old and I live in B.C. I live with my mom and my friend. I live in an apartment and I’m on the second floor which is a hassle when we get groceries because
March 24, 2018
Saturday, March 24, 2018
Gratitude looks to the Past and love to the Present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead. C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters We decide to go to the trampoline place that opened here last fall. We took our granddaughter there when she was here at Christmas and it was a big hit. I tucked the
March 23, 2018
Friday, March 23, 2018
To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work. Mary Oliver There have been too many weeks in this year to date that I’ve experienced as busy. In this I know I’ve missed seeing and writing about precious moments. I’ve had enough of that. On this early morning, we three (and Maya) are nestled
March 22, 2018
Thursday, March 22, 2018
It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what. John Galsworthy, The Forsythe Saga As I write this, it’s around supper time on Wednesday
March 21, 2018
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
However many years she lived, Mary always felt that she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow. Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden We pay a visit to the community garden late in the afternoon. There are signs of activity. Spinach and garlic grow in a few plots in the
March 20, 2018
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
That is one good thing about this world…there are always sure to be more springs. L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea It’s here. Beautiful, beautiful, full-of-promise spring. Time for garden planning, seed sowing, dirt digging, and down-on-the-ground picture-taking. The season of window opening, sunshine warming, and fresh air blowing has finally arrived. It’s spring. The fever
