In the spirit of the day, I'm making a list of some of the things I'm thankful for today.
Bruce.
He is not anywhere near 'state of the art', and I'm perfectly okay with that.
He suits me. He suits the house. And he knows his craft.
Sunny concurs.
Yarn.
The staff of life.
The gift of warmth from wooly creatures.
Exposure to said wooly leads to...
Creativity.
The law of nature that keeps my soul pliable, plump, and joyful.
I highly recommend it.
Find yours.
Feed it.
Share it.
Mac.
He brings me the world.
And you.
You light up my life.
And speaking of light...
Tradition.
I'm thankful for the rituals that mark the seasons, and that help us pause and remember where we have come from.
My garden.
I'm very thankful to have a plot of land to 'tend and keep' as is my birthright, commanded by God.
What I get to look at every day.
I never take it for granted.
Possibilities.
I'm slowly trying to make room in my life for a flock of hens. I'm in that picture too. On purpose. My little dream of chickens suffered a tsunami last year. The damage was … almost total. But just like this small abandoned greenhouse, there may be something to salvage. Some foundation to start to build upon. Right now I'm gently nursing my shattered ability to nurture. I used to be strong that way. Now I'm pretty wobbly.
But I'm not giving up.
When I'm ready, and only then, I will try my hand at commitment again.
If only to a clutch of chickens.
One has to begin somewhere.
And I think this is where I'll make my stand.
I want Sweet Tapato Pie!
Nashed tatoes and gravy!
The green bean thing!
Yummy!
Caring for a flock of hens is serious business.
I'll be happy to give you serious advice.
(Would everyone kindly shut up and pass the stuffing ?)
Bruce.
He is not anywhere near 'state of the art', and I'm perfectly okay with that.
He suits me. He suits the house. And he knows his craft.
Sunny concurs.
Yarn.
The staff of life.
The gift of warmth from wooly creatures.
Exposure to said wooly leads to...
Creativity.
The law of nature that keeps my soul pliable, plump, and joyful.
I highly recommend it.
Find yours.
Feed it.
Share it.
Mac.
He brings me the world.
And you.
You light up my life.
And speaking of light...
Tradition.
I'm thankful for the rituals that mark the seasons, and that help us pause and remember where we have come from.
My garden.
I'm very thankful to have a plot of land to 'tend and keep' as is my birthright, commanded by God.
What I get to look at every day.
I never take it for granted.
Possibilities.
I'm slowly trying to make room in my life for a flock of hens. I'm in that picture too. On purpose. My little dream of chickens suffered a tsunami last year. The damage was … almost total. But just like this small abandoned greenhouse, there may be something to salvage. Some foundation to start to build upon. Right now I'm gently nursing my shattered ability to nurture. I used to be strong that way. Now I'm pretty wobbly.
But I'm not giving up.
When I'm ready, and only then, I will try my hand at commitment again.
If only to a clutch of chickens.
One has to begin somewhere.
And I think this is where I'll make my stand.
I want Sweet Tapato Pie!
Nashed tatoes and gravy!
The green bean thing!
Yummy!
Caring for a flock of hens is serious business.
I'll be happy to give you serious advice.
(Would everyone kindly shut up and pass the stuffing ?)