So…the bullet journal thing…it’s not going as well as I’d hoped. I forgot to set up the next week before the next week came. Naturally. I did meal plan, though. This worked wonderfully the first week. This week….well, not so much. Partly, this was due to having company. We did a couple of impromptu seafood… Continue reading lunchtime ~ salad rolls
Ahhhhh…September. Best of summer. Warm enough for shorts and flip flops and dips in the ocean. Best of fall. Cardigans in the morning and evening. Pumpkin spice lattes. Routine. Oh, blessed routine. How I’ve missed thee. Okay…if you know me, you know I love lists. I love the concept of being super organized. I love… Continue reading control my chaos ~ bullet journal
Seems I’ve been MIA the last few weeks. We have had a steady stream of visitors this summer…and more to come in the weeks ahead. We’ve also made a trip to Ontario this month and one the previous month. We don’t usually travel in the summer, as that’s our busy time, but we actually made… Continue reading there is a season
Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockleshells And pretty maids all in a row. This rhyme, along with many other favourite nursery rhymes, is credited to Mother Goose. Just who is Mother Goose? The jury’s out on this one. One theory says she was a widow from Boston… Continue reading how does my garden grow?
We live in a small town. A small town in a fairly remote area. You know the kind. The kind where the exemptions in free shipping meets the map. Sigh. That means sometimes groceries are expensive. We like avocados here. Unfortunately buying them at our local grocery store is sometimes cost-prohibitive. When we head to… Continue reading avocado overload ~ chocolate pudding
This morning, my chronological Bible plan had me re-visit the book of Daniel and the account of Shadrach, Meshach and Abed-Nego (chapter 3). I say re-visit because, like many of you, I have heard the story of the fiery furnace many times, read the passage over and over again and felt like I knew it… Continue reading freedom in unlikely places
When I was a kid, my mom used to use the phrase “stink pretty” and thus it became a common saying for me, as well. This meant that something–or more likely someone–smelled nice. Sometimes even now, in a dubious effort to be witty, I’ll repeat this expression. While we traveled recently, we listened to a… Continue reading stink pretty