Somehow, every holiday ends up being about
what I am thankful for in this life.
I walk around my house before a holiday gathering,
cleaning and adding small touches that I know
my family and friends will appreciate when they arrive.
Their presence in my home and in my life
is what I am most grateful for.
This is a simple life that we have chosen,
without a lot of "bells and whistles" but it is full and meaningful.
It is about family and friends and shared experiences.
Wherever you are, however you celebrate,
I wish you a full measure of joy in this season of new beginnings.
7 comments:
I love the dog in a box.My latest pup wants to eat only warm eggs,sometimes as soon as they lay them.Ah, Luigi. We got over 5 dozen eggs this last week, so can give him a few. The sad part is when he is full grown he will be over 140 lbs. so that could be a lot of eggs.Going to try your orchard in OR and see what i can get. I want a blue damson plum, the best jam in the world. Or was it the best love when my grandmother made it for me?
Thank you
for letting me visit.
Love BLUE...
That box is how we get Mabel up on the bed every night. She isn't comfortable being lifted directly, so she gets in the box and we lift her and she steps out onto the bed. Now, she has taken to napping in it during the day.
Oh good. I hope you have good luck with the damson plum. I love that sort of plum too. I think that is the kind that grew outside my bedroom window, near the clump of lilacs, when I was a child. I'm sure Grandma's love was in that jam too. Grandmas are like that. :)
Sounds like you have enough eggs to share with Luigi. He sounds like quite a character! lol
Ernestine,
I'm so glad you did visit! I love blue too. This little sake set was going in the garage sale of the people we bought this farm from, so I got it. It has history here, and I think the color is gorgeous!
Hello - some lovely thoughts for Easter. Your dog looks very snug and content in her box.
You'll like this quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson (it was in my devotional today):
That spirit which suffices quiet hearts, which seems to come forth to such from every dry knoll of sere grass, from every pine-stump, and half-embedded stone, on which the dull March sun shines, comes forth to the poor and hungry, and to such as are of simple taste. If thou fill thy brain with Boston and New York, with fashion and covetousness, and wilt stimulate thy jaded senses with wine and French coffee, thou shalt find no radiance of wisdom in the lonely waste of the pine-woods.
Wendy, Thank you! She loves that nest!
Pom,
That is wonderful! I am going to read it again in the early morning when the house is quiet, and savor it.
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