Searching for a Balance

Monday, August 31, 2020

all good things

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 "All good things are one thing... That is what I am feeling...now every hour of the day. Sunsets, schools of philosophy, babies, const...
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Sunday, August 30, 2020

contemplation

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 The bird bath is up because the brook has been dry, and the mourning doves are the ones enjoying it the most. Every day I see one there - t...
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Saturday, August 29, 2020

miracle at the grocery store

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 I never gave a thought to St. Anthony. I was at the supermarket, looking at the salad. The ones in the big, rectangular plastic boxes. I su...
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Thursday, August 27, 2020

useful footwear

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These perforated clogs were a smart purchase. They make it easy to walk in wet or muddy ground - I wear them when I water the garden or have...
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Monday, August 24, 2020

pretty butterfly

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 There was a butterfly on the zinnias. Butterflies are easy to examine, since they aren't concerned with being looked at. I got out the ...
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Sunday, August 23, 2020

atmospherics

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 We've had some misty mornings lately. There's so much atmosphere to late summer. Let the drama begin.
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Monday, August 17, 2020

plugging along

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 We are having a soaking rain this evening. It's very welcome, as things have been quite dry. The brook has dried up, which it often doe...
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Thursday, August 13, 2020

birds and butterflies, cats and Chesterton

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I really need to bring a camera when I go into the garden; there was a catbird complaining about something in a nearby bush, and I thought i...
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what I wish for my dear country

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Oh, come in early morning, The dew is on the flower, There's laughter in the woodland, And music in the bower; The world is full of glad...
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Sunday, August 9, 2020

patience and a thimble

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 I'm slowly working on my floral top. I had almost forgotten how tightly woven that sheet fabric is; I basted the bias to the neckline w...
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Thursday, August 6, 2020

another kind of bunny

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My brother took a truckload of debris to the dump today - this is what's left. It's a pretty big pile. Guess who is on the cover of ...
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Wednesday, August 5, 2020

in the nick of time

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A storm came our way yesterday, a tropical storm. The library closed early and I was at home with the cats, Dolly crying because I wouldn...
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Monday, August 3, 2020

where the buck stops

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"I regret that I have no gloomy and savage father to offer to the public gaze as the true cause of all my tragic heritage; no pale-face...
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Sunday, August 2, 2020

westward expansion

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Some of the squash has decided to "branch" out.  It rooted itself in the lawn outside the fence. 
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Saturday, August 1, 2020

July's end

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My co-worker, who forgot her lunch yesterday said she'd rather run naked down Main Street than eat a sardine. I told her I would mention...
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Monday, July 27, 2020

green bean pickles

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So many beans coming in, and I don't want to do the same thing with them every day. I froze some, just in time to find out I don't...
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Sunday, July 26, 2020

Lord of all everything

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Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy, whose trust, ever childlike, no cares can destroy; Be there at our waking, and give us, we pr...
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Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Sweetie and other things

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My brother went outside to water the garden after work, and thought he heard a rustling or something underfoot. He looked down to a depressi...
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Sunday, July 19, 2020

patience and trust

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Do not fret because of the wicked; do not envy those who do evil: for they wither quickly like grass and fade like the green of the f...
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Friday, July 17, 2020

amazing

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This is what I found when I got home today. I can't believe they *all* let him eat his lunch. (by *all*, I mean Dolly). 
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Thursday, July 16, 2020

know your history

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"To not know your history is to remain always a child." -  Cicero one of many possible translations, of course
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Sunday, July 12, 2020

pathways

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"A path is a place worn hard by the repeated passing of feet. The repeated passing of familiar thoughts through the landscape of the he...
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Saturday, July 11, 2020

from one thing to another

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The fireflies are out there, darting and twinkling. I brought my ipad outside, thinking to film them. I couldn't. Is it possible? But wh...
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Tuesday, July 7, 2020

nice for salads

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A bottle of fig vinegar I got for half price at the supermarket, for which I'd never pay full price.
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Monday, July 6, 2020

that still, small voice

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My brother just told me a story; he was intent on my hearing it - it was his confession. He was not further than a mile away from our home...
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Sunday, July 5, 2020

garden peas

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Our own peas! In Under the Tuscan Sun, Frances Mayes tells of a trip to town, where she passed a woman sitting outside her doorway, c...
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Saturday, July 4, 2020

Poem in Praise of the Continental Congress: a Fourth of July hymn

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Thank you, Mr. Jefferson, For bearding the British brass. And thank  you, Mr. Adams, Of Braintree (Quincy) Mass. Carroll and Clark ...
Tuesday, June 30, 2020

catching up

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Okay, so Sue said that New England cottontails don't dig burrows like European rabbits do. I looked it up, and found this . And after se...
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Sunday, June 28, 2020

no Mr. McGregors here

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We noticed a rabbit inside the garden again a few days ago. So now we think they have an entrance (or exit) to their warren inside the garde...
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Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Midsummer's Day

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I didn't hang out the sheet till six o'clock, but it still had time to dry.  And I ate the rest of the strawberries. (No freezer ...
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Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Midsummer Eve

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I love to make a big deal out of Midsummer Day if I can. I am working tomorrow, but tonight it's the eve, so I thought I'd try m...
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Lisa
I'm 70, work part-time in a public library and keep house for my brother and myself the rest of the time. My main object with this blog is to show that no matter how small or plain your life may be, or seem to be, if you open your eyes and look for the interesting, the comical, the beautiful, you will see it.
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