Small and Wonderful Things . . .

"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny?...It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. what you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard

A few of the small and wonderful things from the past week which brought untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best.

The roses which are blooming profusely in my garden at the moment. They're so beautiful. We have a lot of different kinds. I don't know their names . . . just that I love them and they are gorgeous. How can anyone look at all of the intricacies and beautify of any bloom and not see God?

I see God everywhere . . .

Wildflowers. Todd planted an area of wild flowers in our garden a few years back. I can't tell you what one of them is, but I can tell you that there is borage, clover and buttercups. The bees and butterflies love them all.

I ended up not going to church yesterday as we had a very poorly doggie. I nursed her all day and she was feeling more like herself by last night. She is 9 now, which is getting elderly in doggie years. I dread to think about what next . . . She is our baby. Our only baby which we have brought up together. I know some people would pooh pooh that because she is a dog, but she is everything to us and we love her dearly. She had eaten a lot of grass. When I see her doing it I highly discourage it, but Todd thinks that dogs do that for medicine. I think dogs do that because they are bored. And I don't think it is good for them. So there! I am not going to let her over onto the grassed area any more unsupervised.

Dreams coming true. I have my blooming geraniums on the windowsil. I think the centre ones will be white, but I am not bothered, I have red on either end! Yay! Don't you just love those glass birds. They make such a pretty show in the window. I am still on a look out for a star to honor my mum.

Its completely done, but what to do with it now. There is the Mad Hatter's Hat, the 3D toadstool with a Drink Me Bottle and silver plated spoon on top, che Cheshire cat in the air on the 3D branch, at the base of the toadstool a clock an house of cards, the dress of course (curiouser and curiouser) with the silver key in it's pocket and the tiny black mary jane shoes and a small porcelain teapot. The practical side of me wants to sell it, which was my whole purpose in making it to begin with, but the sentimental side of me wants to keep it because I am so pleased with how it turned out. Which side of me will win . . . .

Working with my hands again. I have three bodies done. Two others and this one. I need to do the head for this one and I want to fill the ruck sac with stuff pertaining to bees. When done this I will sell. Pennella Bee. The little girl who loved bees.

The Voice Kids, uk, 2019. I love this show. The children are amazing and so are the judges. I love how they validate each child and their performances, even if they didn't turn for them. They can't turn for all of them because each judge only has so many spots to fill and there are a lot of kids auditioning. In the Adult version of the show if no judge has turned the contestant has to leave the stage and the judges never do talk to them. In the children's version, the judges all turn at the end and do speak with them and give them plenty of positive feedback and encouragement. I think this is a wonderful thing. Those children are so brave to even get up there. It is difficult I would imagine as an adult to do that, but as a child, I can't imagine the courage it takes. Love, LOVE this show. It is so positive. Love Will I Am, Danny and Pixie too. They are really nice people. Jessie J seems nice also, but this is her first year doing it and I am not sure about her. I don't really know her. I don't really know the others either truth be told, but I feel like I do if that makes sense.

I haven't been able to talk to our Eileen pretty much for about a week now. Her Wifi won't work on her tablet in Tim Hortons. Her dad let her borrow his phone for a few minutes on Saturday so I did get to talk to her for about five minutes then which was nice of him. I think she is going to get a new tablet. We will see. I have really missed our conversations, and I know she has too. That is a special blessing, this older daughter of mine . . . I truly appreciate that she loves and wants to spend this time with me. It means the world to me. I am really looking forward to seeing her and Anthony in the autumn.

I know many gardeners hate these, and I feel for them . . . but to me I see a thousand wishes when I see these. Oh to be a child and believe in the magic of wishes . . .

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"Youth can not know how age thinks and feels.

But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young."

~JK Rowling, Harry Potter, The Order of the Phoenix

I am grateful for my "young" heart which enables me to be silly sometimes and laugh at myself in a multitude of ways. Oh, I know . . . that first look in the mirror in the morning is a real kicker some days, but I still feel inside as I did years and years ago.

Pancakes . . . this is what we had for supper yesterday . . . with some streaky bacon (naughty), sliced peaches and maple syrup. Sunday night pancake suppers . . . they're the best!

And those are my small and wonderfuls for this week!

A thought to carry with you . . .

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*Smile! It may never happen,

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I know I am a bit of an Ostriche at times, sticking my head in the sand.