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My daily morning meditative walk in the garden. Sometimes I start weeding still in my pjs and bathrobe.Bitter melon happiness in the greenhouse. 2 beautiful melons growing and thriving. A butterfly on its leaf greeted me, opening and closing its wings.Killing 2 days with one stone. Day 22 and 23/61 Daisy Yellow Index Card a Day Challenge. A PINEAPPLE with PURPLE hair. It’s fun to let go and let my brush have its way.Last evening’s mini version of Monday’s downpour. Failed to capture the thunder and lightning.Things are getting crowded in the greenhouse. I finally pruned out the snowpeas to give the peppers more elbow room and light. They needed a little moral support from the tomato cages. Hopefully they will now get more robust. They are flowering.Despite our strange weather of drought and flood , things are growing by leaps and bounds. We’ve got the tomatoes strung up to keep them on the straight and narrow.Day 21/61 Daisy Yellow Index Card a Day Challenge. Summer SOLSTICE sure brought a huge rainstorm to my city.Day 20/61 Daisy Yellow Index Card a Day Challenge. Can a OUIJA BOARD give us answers from beyond?Day 19/61 Daisy Yellow Index Card a Day Challenge. I did it know about SELVEDGE jeans, did you? How they are different from other jeans is beyond me.Sweet morsels from the greenhouse and garden.Instagram
My daily morning meditative walk in the garden. Sometimes I start weeding still in my pjs and bathrobe.Bitter melon happiness in the greenhouse. 2 beautiful melons growing and thriving. A butterfly on its leaf greeted me, opening and closing its wings.Killing 2 days with one stone. Day 22 and 23/61 Daisy Yellow Index Card a Day Challenge. A PINEAPPLE with PURPLE hair. It’s fun to let go and let my brush have its way.Last evening’s mini version of Monday’s downpour. Failed to capture the thunder and lightning.Things are getting crowded in the greenhouse. I finally pruned out the snowpeas to give the peppers more elbow room and light. They needed a little moral support from the tomato cages. Hopefully they will now get more robust. They are flowering.Despite our strange weather of drought and flood , things are growing by leaps and bounds. We’ve got the tomatoes strung up to keep them on the straight and narrow.
Tag Archives: my mother
IT IS ALL GOOD
Here it is after 6 pm Monday. It is a write day. What do I have to say? My #100dayproject is done. Now that I have finished 100 little watercolour paintings, I can clear the dining room table and put … Continue reading
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Tagged gardening, it is all good, life, life is good, my mother, writing
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THE TELLING OF A STORY
It’s November 13th, day 13 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. It’s 3:13 in the afternoon. Not prime time for me to talk about inspiration or to get inspired. I am a little weary after making, consuming and doing lunch dishes. … Continue reading
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Tagged inspirations, life, my mother, pictures and words, storytelling, the Ultimate Blog Challenge, writing
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DAY 21 UBC – THE EVOLUTION OF THINGS
Here I am again, at the end of the day, trying to find a few words, thoughts worthy of a post for the Ultimate Blog Challenge. There’s a few things I could talk about that could raise some controversy. They … Continue reading
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Tagged change, Covid, exercise, gratitude, happy, life, life changing, my mother, Sheba, the best medicine, the evolution of things, the pandemic, why I write, writing
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TO INSPIRE AND BE INSPIRED
I think it is better for me to use my time to inspire or to be inspired. These last while I have lost my mind and energy in stress over the pettiness of nothingness of someone else – not a … Continue reading
FAITH AND RESILIENCE
The world has stopped. I have, too. My priorities these days are rest and sleep. I do the must do(s). Then I add on a thing or two if I comfortably can. I haven’t been a very restful person, always … Continue reading
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Tagged answers, coronavirus, crises, faith and resilience, Good Friday, illness, life, my mother, my own life raft, no control, rest, sleep, whys, writing
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THE GRACE OF ENDURANCE
Difficult times can bring out the best in people but in cases like myself, it brings out the worse. I’m full of anger and resentment. I would like to be in a demolition derby. I would like to crash and … Continue reading
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Tagged anger, depression, endurance, grace, life, loving kindness, my mother, prayers, shingles, stress, suffering, the pandemic, umbilical cord, venting, words, writing
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TO BE OR NOT TO BE
It is almost April. How and when did we get here? I have not had a moment of peace since I don’t know when. We had all that trouble with the neighbour next door in the fall. When did I … Continue reading
MY MOTHER, MYSELF
Another day bites the dust. I am sitting here in early evening. I’m trying for some profound thoughts but there are none. Some days are like that. If I’m not careful, I might fall asleep at the keyboard. Daylight is … Continue reading
LIMPING TOWARDS BLISS
I have to admit I am wilting in the heat of the weather and the stress of life. I pull no punches, pretending I live in La La Land. I have a pot of tumeric tea brewing, the fan oscillating … Continue reading
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Tagged courage, gratitude, heat, learning, life, limping towards bliss, my mother, no force, prodigal daughter, stress, summer, what will be will be, writing
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