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Anjanette
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This book is becoming one of my faves. It nails a life lived in season. If I was the tattoo-ing sort, I’d plan a sleeve of all these adorable illustrations!
— Jul 04, 2025 05:44AM
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Anjanette
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Golly, this book is beautiful. 😍
— Jun 27, 2025 11:24AM
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Life itself keeps us level if we let it. There are always blankets to bind, plants to water, rugs to hook, curtains to wash, meals to get, the weekly shopping. We are always needed in various places by friends and family. As we tuck ourselves in our restlessness aside for the day and proceed with the business of living, the things in our outer and visible world give us a boost out of any kind of inward slough.
— Jun 22, 2025 01:56PM
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Anjanette
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“What birds say seems to be a matter of who is listening.”
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— Jun 12, 2025 06:19AM
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Anjanette
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🌱 APRIL 🌧️
“The world seems to have had its face washed.”
— Jun 09, 2025 05:09PM
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“The world seems to have had its face washed.”
Anjanette
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This chapter about March, absolutely 💯!
“March is Restless and Wild and Windswept.”
— Jun 07, 2025 06:26AM
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“March is Restless and Wild and Windswept.”
Anjanette
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Wow. Loving this one! 🥰 I’m actually sad that January has come and gone.
— Jun 03, 2025 05:46AM
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Julie Durnell
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"One thing we do discover as bird watchers and bird feeders, our own awareness continually develops and sharpens, and along with it our sense of wonder."
" Shadows cast by moonlight weave their own magic, and dancing over the snow, It seemed to me as I stook looking out that many of the things we get stirred up about have less value in the overall pattern than the sight of a full moon shining down on a sleeping grden
— Feb 07, 2025 06:56AM
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" Shadows cast by moonlight weave their own magic, and dancing over the snow, It seemed to me as I stook looking out that many of the things we get stirred up about have less value in the overall pattern than the sight of a full moon shining down on a sleeping grden



