tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59622033934246578912024-03-05T05:21:42.257-06:00The Bookish KindUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger821125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-80499628899560433802023-12-09T22:07:00.007-06:002023-12-09T22:08:55.621-06:00Nature Knows<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXnJT6jTjhx4dn4qTez5wrA3dgsJK1bFSiaPdYNQ6KgRg0wAebe8lFrOC0qCnkPRYeumcvHD0TmvgCFIDHd_FlynopoPg80Y6cCRulpB-t897BuOOyEsymXCMSq51vllTxlxqQpU8QWklDgxZ_JKRoiCqEtvRjfimcOpBRQKQtVvm6EjTfAnTYbXbrnI9L/s1280/cold-5783718_1280.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="1280" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXnJT6jTjhx4dn4qTez5wrA3dgsJK1bFSiaPdYNQ6KgRg0wAebe8lFrOC0qCnkPRYeumcvHD0TmvgCFIDHd_FlynopoPg80Y6cCRulpB-t897BuOOyEsymXCMSq51vllTxlxqQpU8QWklDgxZ_JKRoiCqEtvRjfimcOpBRQKQtVvm6EjTfAnTYbXbrnI9L/w519-h344/cold-5783718_1280.jpg" width="519" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Look out --- what you are seeing is nature,</p><p style="text-align: center;">sleeping,</p><p style="text-align: center;">calming,</p><p style="text-align: center;">restoring,</p><p style="text-align: center;">nesting,</p><p style="text-align: center;">listening,</p><p style="text-align: center;">resting.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4iOzJzCvAT1_3d-5Fq7C7hsOH4J7yUoY5rTnFCHbE128QGYp4GP8evucjd0O_mdIiqaWIT559WPzbVVNo_zmCQO7DHZEjcM5zlg41aA1DriJdnLgpD99muU0xqLO7jBidK2b87Le4AiXHSarRtbW7Wi1Iqidbch-tAkH5qwil-m1ihf8fStP85koYSle/s1280/bird-5981360_1280.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4iOzJzCvAT1_3d-5Fq7C7hsOH4J7yUoY5rTnFCHbE128QGYp4GP8evucjd0O_mdIiqaWIT559WPzbVVNo_zmCQO7DHZEjcM5zlg41aA1DriJdnLgpD99muU0xqLO7jBidK2b87Le4AiXHSarRtbW7Wi1Iqidbch-tAkH5qwil-m1ihf8fStP85koYSle/s320/bird-5981360_1280.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Listen in --- what you are hearing is nature,</p><p style="text-align: center;">singing,</p><p style="text-align: center;">praising,</p><p style="text-align: center;">calling,</p><p style="text-align: center;">speaking,</p><p style="text-align: center;">echoing,</p><p style="text-align: center;">reverberating.</p><p>Nature is asking for time away and she quietly invites us to join her. Her stillness calms when we didn't know we needed calming. What is the message? We need to breath, to listen to the rhythms of earth and walk in step with them. Nature knows.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLWdTudkURMsciWXoVyDH-cZipKc5XTBEZW8rGelxK5RnR0QM63qYWKZeyPLLPAfAvhKF7Lb7xcOEvdxsm7qIkZ4Pl32wIvczJ2O29b47WEUalnVjRdcO0I0AO_apxAHWzUDAx0H6m2oQq_bNrFR7_dYMXemLPI_4vvyxdmemu4A05MrCip4w_WGZmSZZP/s1280/mountain-6867146_1280.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLWdTudkURMsciWXoVyDH-cZipKc5XTBEZW8rGelxK5RnR0QM63qYWKZeyPLLPAfAvhKF7Lb7xcOEvdxsm7qIkZ4Pl32wIvczJ2O29b47WEUalnVjRdcO0I0AO_apxAHWzUDAx0H6m2oQq_bNrFR7_dYMXemLPI_4vvyxdmemu4A05MrCip4w_WGZmSZZP/w545-h363/mountain-6867146_1280.jpg" width="545" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-65983968245930375382023-08-13T15:10:00.006-05:002023-08-13T15:13:25.743-05:00Things I Learned From Anne<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAAYBRdD7hq09M3jxcF-28Tt_cZLXVy2qxNCotr02yktcTrPQoEnSffAjmoc-hc-9Dlox7s9KkR9FI-609lKUTbJLClNKXPuVlCJw9-wsnANalLsM_Be5TxcmDGxlN2YLSXsws8YPrv3hpuNPcNGBzE_R0SdJD5mS5ZHJzXSvJfL6hrsltJkezYfjDqPa/s2048/366994207_695885279244924_2013794985331086687_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1318" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAAYBRdD7hq09M3jxcF-28Tt_cZLXVy2qxNCotr02yktcTrPQoEnSffAjmoc-hc-9Dlox7s9KkR9FI-609lKUTbJLClNKXPuVlCJw9-wsnANalLsM_Be5TxcmDGxlN2YLSXsws8YPrv3hpuNPcNGBzE_R0SdJD5mS5ZHJzXSvJfL6hrsltJkezYfjDqPa/w255-h396/366994207_695885279244924_2013794985331086687_n.jpg" width="255" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Sullivan Entertainment<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>When Megan Follows and Anne of Green Gables came together, magic happened. The book came alive, the words from the pages became life in the person of Anne.<p></p><p><i><b>Things I learned from Anne.</b></i></p><p>1.<u> The poetry of Tennyson</u> {I actually memorized several verses of The Lady of Shalott and could recite them all at one time}.</p><p>2. To <u>see the beauty in nature</u> and adore it.</p><p>3. <u>To be positive</u> in life's circumstances.</p><p>4. To always <u>do your best.</u></p><p>5. The<u> little details matter </u>{like dressing pretty, eating ice cream, and tea time}.<br /> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-25181606470600571812023-08-05T00:57:00.003-05:002023-08-05T00:57:49.497-05:00Tiny Prayers ~ Opening Up Heaven<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivpIy2QiS3oGnYKlWDYiz7wtZuhzf9y0wYG1sCOFpuDJSpA08v7njLyklZL15ZfMYjfCuWqSxn1umwzLKz-gfDpBGj1NzM6IWQYqakEiFBmD3G3OcYzqLPdP-ApA_TUuJWpVbuOjtbMEeqGV2QmflRNDbH4iGn6M3vRLT3gne_dJcOQl1uqQV77Ao6xPCp/s1280/praying-g1fe0f8ecb_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivpIy2QiS3oGnYKlWDYiz7wtZuhzf9y0wYG1sCOFpuDJSpA08v7njLyklZL15ZfMYjfCuWqSxn1umwzLKz-gfDpBGj1NzM6IWQYqakEiFBmD3G3OcYzqLPdP-ApA_TUuJWpVbuOjtbMEeqGV2QmflRNDbH4iGn6M3vRLT3gne_dJcOQl1uqQV77Ao6xPCp/s320/praying-g1fe0f8ecb_1280.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> I used to kneel and pray long worded out prayers when I was younger. This worked for me for years. Somehow the prayers got shorter and shorter and then nearly faded out from sheer exhaustion. Finally now, I am realizing that it is okay for my prayers to be short, if I do them often enough. Just stating the basics is enough for now. This opens up heaven for me at a time when there is so much on my plate that tiny prayers like tiny houses are all you really need. <br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-41642104703146133742023-05-31T16:25:00.006-05:002023-05-31T16:25:38.926-05:00The Old, Old<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMHlaJeGPYAnrTjLlwBBvHMJE3kOZ_3Dbi0IiiT-0gXFbqykWvCFjY-bzVeyA47n9YpL2FP4IIr5bNH362tHFamjrVVHRTFRH5UD50zIZa2V0TSUjg-X9B86BCwTemjYvvPb0bH7NqtoNQ01B9AHUXsLY5eIbQ8lAr7WEbumyuGLjQtWcRbkwRHeShg/s2000/old,%20old.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2000" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMHlaJeGPYAnrTjLlwBBvHMJE3kOZ_3Dbi0IiiT-0gXFbqykWvCFjY-bzVeyA47n9YpL2FP4IIr5bNH362tHFamjrVVHRTFRH5UD50zIZa2V0TSUjg-X9B86BCwTemjYvvPb0bH7NqtoNQ01B9AHUXsLY5eIbQ8lAr7WEbumyuGLjQtWcRbkwRHeShg/s320/old,%20old.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZcLMHU7ldeKCpPxlf_5qAgnQTT71V9OpyyCYQPqWUj6npA9hICspFYBhr-hzAEDQReymICIaEkkvBk9Vqvnt-s_x_YW-Ae3_qk8LPsG5lD2gaO1m7TAgZN5WdosP2VnYWKulCJxgqDR8AvSwxID0zTdvhuFzZM9FYk9DEBGhe9pooLNKY_bb5DOBqA/s2000/old,%20old1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2000" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZcLMHU7ldeKCpPxlf_5qAgnQTT71V9OpyyCYQPqWUj6npA9hICspFYBhr-hzAEDQReymICIaEkkvBk9Vqvnt-s_x_YW-Ae3_qk8LPsG5lD2gaO1m7TAgZN5WdosP2VnYWKulCJxgqDR8AvSwxID0zTdvhuFzZM9FYk9DEBGhe9pooLNKY_bb5DOBqA/s320/old,%20old1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-78277743668083331302023-02-09T23:29:00.004-06:002023-02-09T23:35:16.456-06:00As You Wait<p style="text-align: center;">My heart is beating, trembling with sorrow, fearful you will not return.</p><p style="text-align: center;">My voice can only whisper, I dare not utter a spoken word.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">There is still hope, but it dwindles, yet still, it remains in me.</p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><h2 style="text-align: center;">"Be still, And as you wait,</h2><h2 style="text-align: center;">I will renew your strength,</h2><h2 style="text-align: center;">And as you wait, I will carry you on my wings." </h2><h2 style="text-align: center;">~Bekah Shae, Rest</h2><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">My prayers are thoughts that drift upwards to the ears of God.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My tears are soul wrenching.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My face stained with anguish brimming from my grief.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But still, I believe in miracles, I believe, I believe.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtp2In_RWzLrcFq8X2McCWzxZ8M43_cxVNZdJazYcOOgCmLGULBYdAcfLNV43y0LDheH5UWDpaXwwOJLaypC-Q5RTAnbHDdX_PguXTSS8LFB6sxAMO596J2J3S-pB1Z5JXjXGep-6WBTkAk9n2traprDnYx6iYOUFROD6spoFcJ-BzqXAOvcW0g864A/s1920/people-2592240_1920.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1171" data-original-width="1920" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtp2In_RWzLrcFq8X2McCWzxZ8M43_cxVNZdJazYcOOgCmLGULBYdAcfLNV43y0LDheH5UWDpaXwwOJLaypC-Q5RTAnbHDdX_PguXTSS8LFB6sxAMO596J2J3S-pB1Z5JXjXGep-6WBTkAk9n2traprDnYx6iYOUFROD6spoFcJ-BzqXAOvcW0g864A/s320/people-2592240_1920.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-74495174949983722262023-01-26T19:29:00.004-06:002023-01-26T19:38:56.185-06:00Winter Thoughts<p>My thoughts tonight are winter thoughts. While you might know that January is not my favorite month, you might not know that I also find January quite breathtaking in its beauty. These pictures are beautiful to me. Winter is hard on many of us, the least of which are the animals that must live rough through it's hardships and unrelenting coldness, with trees and bushes for shelter and little warmth other than the midday sun. I have such respect for them. They must search in the cold for food when it is scarce and never know when they will find food again. They just do what they must. They have so much to teach us. I would thank them all, each one, if I could. We don't deserve them. But still, they are with us. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLs-jDki4BTB9NEVAFZpzPZ7WLwzQekEp47DKEbiMkNiQsZzVotfSZhfQAMEJTCM2S4WlxHMwQAGq7cpj0JCugPZ4_Hgl0g-RUHmllAOsoVEqTFmdxSGv0C9pxkzifNC_YajWGQWNxRvepKgohBmpzyL81pKyWqvS3ah6FVQJRMeaIe3D1v09iESzRg/s1920/ornithology-g97937805d_1920.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1920" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLs-jDki4BTB9NEVAFZpzPZ7WLwzQekEp47DKEbiMkNiQsZzVotfSZhfQAMEJTCM2S4WlxHMwQAGq7cpj0JCugPZ4_Hgl0g-RUHmllAOsoVEqTFmdxSGv0C9pxkzifNC_YajWGQWNxRvepKgohBmpzyL81pKyWqvS3ah6FVQJRMeaIe3D1v09iESzRg/w367-h244/ornithology-g97937805d_1920.jpg" width="367" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7VC7o0oMwPhPJbyxgBh5_RLj_ixveMYDFBXW2LxQRBdewfgkDf7r-XXiHJt6lSTapOhvIcYo_8ZIgBx6yqvDQWtTy_qj6OHSV6QkTApdOpO8SbJ3aFy8yqifffF3xtuxd6fespTdHHP7JJkb_9ImpkAJAE409oez6vFwZz0ZDMGq5Uudhjdw3ujNhA/s1920/animals-gb1b966eb2_1920.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1920" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7VC7o0oMwPhPJbyxgBh5_RLj_ixveMYDFBXW2LxQRBdewfgkDf7r-XXiHJt6lSTapOhvIcYo_8ZIgBx6yqvDQWtTy_qj6OHSV6QkTApdOpO8SbJ3aFy8yqifffF3xtuxd6fespTdHHP7JJkb_9ImpkAJAE409oez6vFwZz0ZDMGq5Uudhjdw3ujNhA/w384-h240/animals-gb1b966eb2_1920.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGMVm4_1TeHkhrDai8gQHNQiYoLns3ZoKLfhvOcwkWvxX27wAo49NB_F8A0TpYeh3tt5-l-YJGKF1WRCMtiUr1OghSuCU_P_qT52wkJkIQhTE3EqabtZ5CbsKiX3BwMqx99fuiMzAMpstV9XPlNRooUy5v4SeFVcPBmA6Z0bfafUMGw8fUB08SREORoA/s1920/coyote-g12d7517f6_1920.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1398" data-original-width="1920" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGMVm4_1TeHkhrDai8gQHNQiYoLns3ZoKLfhvOcwkWvxX27wAo49NB_F8A0TpYeh3tt5-l-YJGKF1WRCMtiUr1OghSuCU_P_qT52wkJkIQhTE3EqabtZ5CbsKiX3BwMqx99fuiMzAMpstV9XPlNRooUy5v4SeFVcPBmA6Z0bfafUMGw8fUB08SREORoA/w449-h327/coyote-g12d7517f6_1920.jpg" width="449" /></a></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-40511965111078465612023-01-21T22:23:00.007-06:002023-01-21T22:23:46.662-06:00Quiet the Moment<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgA56fUffAkO8qwq5JjpGPcg4CGOzUixN72F_eAkZmouYWuo1K_Azs52LJX5nOi9qz4Z9V5Qa-Flx9e3Ces4EAb_fLx5HRaMM-JduK94jO0oymO_bapAaIh_ECNf8RcHgnhWzHRDPx68xdX2FPSNJGTETDxK3_WazlqnDo1ZE6rJkXLgsUIb-PdJb_pQ/s1920/pencil-drawing-gd30494bd6_1920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1449" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgA56fUffAkO8qwq5JjpGPcg4CGOzUixN72F_eAkZmouYWuo1K_Azs52LJX5nOi9qz4Z9V5Qa-Flx9e3Ces4EAb_fLx5HRaMM-JduK94jO0oymO_bapAaIh_ECNf8RcHgnhWzHRDPx68xdX2FPSNJGTETDxK3_WazlqnDo1ZE6rJkXLgsUIb-PdJb_pQ/w101-h132/pencil-drawing-gd30494bd6_1920.jpg" width="101" /></a></div> All of my life, I have struggled to sit still, be quiet, and just be in the moment while doing the little life things that are at times drudgery. I don't like those moments and I fight them. I want to rush them so they are over quickly, or better yet, skip over them so they don't even happen at all.<p></p><p></p>Today, during one such moment, the thought came that maybe God created these little moments so that we can reflect and think, be still, quiet the moment. That thoughts you need to think might not come any other way, and that maybe embracing those undesirable moments that are part of a dreaded task, might just be little gifts from heaven. <p></p><p>So, next time I have such a moment, I will embrace the quiet and see what it brings. Even if it's just to catch my breath and say a prayer and be thankful for life.<br /><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-14135678665308559272023-01-19T21:01:00.004-06:002023-01-19T21:01:48.973-06:00The Anne of Green Gables Bible <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://annemanuscript.ca/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="543" data-original-width="1338" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkP5hnO6vGXo09P-k9l2X9CShBbqHGnOmUY7ofz73P5RBjjdTGzJpZV4p2pEy08pi7FN-cO5oRJ2dtns_b-DZYUBwAdlT--Rwvsplg4uFJgYbNpjstLxuBpG_3vSTRmr-I3-5lRBbB6niOngiROH0Lphfm5TqUJJQWXdJApjcrSr34JEfDbZ1bsg1Lyw/w562-h229/Screenshot%202023-01-19%20at%2019-56-16%20The%20Anne%20of%20Green%20Gables%20Manuscript%20L.M.%20Montgomery%20&%20the%20Creation%20of%20Anne.png" width="562" /></a></div>This is a brand new project that dives deep into the creation of Anne of Green Gables by it's author L.M. Montgomery. I am calling it the Anne of Green Gables Bible. A place to read, research, and dig into anything and everything you could ever imagine about the creation of Anne and her Green Gables story that are loved by so many around the world. We didn't know we needed this, but wow, what an amazing place to devour and delve into Anne. <br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-9687467340284285082022-12-27T02:47:00.004-06:002022-12-27T02:52:32.372-06:00Maude With An E<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD54902DmrqZHMBBbAhXJiCPyxHHqcFHpZrtvRJ0dXrUQUUT3eiajW2cYv6ORIEaoiYcl63nNVyqnFgyD9QIWFubGIbMASsi9C86eQVLh7QaSs3b1H_Ofl7eGNEqdOEr-R_XO8Hc5rWLNgb_hjiKQFTvb0jkuraoemP9cnscpv4V0AZ1uSNBhAAdgCxQ/s2000/maude.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1600" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD54902DmrqZHMBBbAhXJiCPyxHHqcFHpZrtvRJ0dXrUQUUT3eiajW2cYv6ORIEaoiYcl63nNVyqnFgyD9QIWFubGIbMASsi9C86eQVLh7QaSs3b1H_Ofl7eGNEqdOEr-R_XO8Hc5rWLNgb_hjiKQFTvb0jkuraoemP9cnscpv4V0AZ1uSNBhAAdgCxQ/w230-h287/maude.png" width="230" /></a>So yeah, I'm the one who gives Lucy Maud Montgomery an e in Maude when writing her name out for quotes in my print shop, and it just occurred to me how ironic this is considering Maud herself gave a book character a name that was especially emphasized to have an e at the end of it, ... because, well you know, ... spell out M-a-u-d and it looks rather plain, but M-a--u-d-e with an e is quite distinguished. Anyhow, that's where I am at late tonight in the wee hours of a Monday stretching into a Tuesday. Just so you know, and so I have a record of me always mistakenly adding that e to Maude, where it should not be.</p><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-66525078150209574612022-12-26T16:19:00.003-06:002022-12-26T16:23:01.421-06:00Miss Scarlett & The Duke<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihapbz_8opmQqvXjDSa5fNDTz8EM_blyobA6XTmReMrpsFpXFVX6EraqB9fKuMGguTPLebZRzTkddeASLDKMjimh6vMVORTXBKHI0T7B2PM26NWhMdPkE9szUW05nmTPxOtdfGaj2sWPZ7Nxi0hcMKGmCFK6s4SJBc-YCOjYgRvsVXirpI411_soAs4w/s1200/miss-scarlet-and-the-duke-still01.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1200" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihapbz_8opmQqvXjDSa5fNDTz8EM_blyobA6XTmReMrpsFpXFVX6EraqB9fKuMGguTPLebZRzTkddeASLDKMjimh6vMVORTXBKHI0T7B2PM26NWhMdPkE9szUW05nmTPxOtdfGaj2sWPZ7Nxi0hcMKGmCFK6s4SJBc-YCOjYgRvsVXirpI411_soAs4w/w467-h315/miss-scarlet-and-the-duke-still01.webp" width="467" /></a></div>I am so fanning over Miss Scarlett and the Duke. Especially after the last episode of season 3 after the Duke and Arabella have a conversation about Eliza, and the Duke finally realizes! So much to love here. Victorian era, Lady Sleuth, The Duke. I also really like the "explosion" that they open the show with each time. I really look forward to that every sing time. A wonderful show that you can watch on Amazon Prime, through their PBS channel. <br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-70163574300543451922022-12-25T13:55:00.008-06:002022-12-25T14:26:43.721-06:00A Silent Night<h2 style="text-align: center;"> A noble Son, brought low by birth,</h2><h2 style="text-align: center;">Sent from heaven to come down to earth,</h2><h2 style="text-align: center;">A baby boy who would change the world,</h2><h2 style="text-align: center;">Come forth in a place that was wild and rural,<br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;">The presence of the animals and the silent air,</h2><h2 style="text-align: center;">Told a story of sacredness there,</h2><h2 style="text-align: center;">A silent night, A wearied world,</h2><h2 style="text-align: center;">Ready and waiting to welcome their Lord.</h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxU5Jfmy7eqgX2hbBhJMTwQbszkl345uMpnkqe7i6XRkOOz8t52yDUk3dcDCearh3kNjOvqDLpbJoUFJuWcP6Rx8fnESpvEWtiePu7OhAiqSMF0glCrxiwcm3EzBiAThApBCID7EX4hhVlTsv_k2l1eIJXCcyN3odn625pytJRS85ujTUePm5HnR0c_A/s1024/EMKugXH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxU5Jfmy7eqgX2hbBhJMTwQbszkl345uMpnkqe7i6XRkOOz8t52yDUk3dcDCearh3kNjOvqDLpbJoUFJuWcP6Rx8fnESpvEWtiePu7OhAiqSMF0glCrxiwcm3EzBiAThApBCID7EX4hhVlTsv_k2l1eIJXCcyN3odn625pytJRS85ujTUePm5HnR0c_A/w465-h349/EMKugXH.jpg" width="465" /></a></div></h2>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-15099613638641719112022-12-20T16:37:00.003-06:002022-12-20T16:37:24.249-06:00This Old Friend<p>Recently, I am craving a return to writing more here on this old friend, <u>The Bookish Kind.</u> For many years, it was an outlet for me to express my thoughts and ideas, prose and poems. Then for some reason, it waned as things do.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb58b47ZIbOHlL_eALyZ7_bkC38970OnnH7qk9PzsQ4efckezOwddbKpE4Z4-di5lrYD-DoBS2TIZy4AN4e7t5ljER5acVyNWncCGMbOEslhpj8wNfcU5IjNVNdYXqDQI8N0kXyrFPLobsvYVAUcbTf_EtBk585Oh_anzqQbK1AqbNugDBtCzJ9qiT2g/s672/young-woman-in-white-alfred-stevens_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="672" data-original-width="519" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb58b47ZIbOHlL_eALyZ7_bkC38970OnnH7qk9PzsQ4efckezOwddbKpE4Z4-di5lrYD-DoBS2TIZy4AN4e7t5ljER5acVyNWncCGMbOEslhpj8wNfcU5IjNVNdYXqDQI8N0kXyrFPLobsvYVAUcbTf_EtBk585Oh_anzqQbK1AqbNugDBtCzJ9qiT2g/s320/young-woman-in-white-alfred-stevens_thumb.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><p></p><p></p>It's an old fashioned sort of blog and it will stay that way, for I am an old fashioned girl in many ways, and as you know if you ever read this blog in the past, I should have been born in another era. I like the old fashioned ways for many reasons; things were simpler and people got to the heart of things deeply. <p></p><p>I think that is what I'm craving right now. To find deeper meanings in life, to escape the noise of a modern world that is falling apart in so many ways. Maybe to find myself again, and establish deeper roots of meaningful and good things. </p><p>I definitely want to read more and maybe explore some books or authors that I have not read before. I could probably look at my own library and find a dozen new to me books to read without trying very hard. A good place to start. That's where my bookish life began years ago in my twenties when I learned that I love all the bookish things so very much. And it all started with picking up those first books, first in my childhood with books like <u>"Little Women,"</u> <u>"Trixie Belden,"</u> and <u>"Jane Eyre,"</u> then devouring and thriving on books like <u>"Les Miserables,"</u> <u>"Pride and Prejudice,"</u> and <u>"Tennyson's Poetry,"</u> in my young adulthood days.</p><p>It's time to hitch up the book wagon, retrace my old footsteps, dust off my old book collection<br />, and write my thoughts down once again. So this new year of 2023, I hope to visit this place more and more. I hope you will join me.<br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-61483891380458502392022-11-19T21:56:00.005-06:002022-12-20T17:04:50.861-06:00Anne's Puffed Sleeves and More<p>I came across this <a href="https://www.simpleretro.com/collections/victorian-collection" target="_blank">online clothes shop</a> that has Anne-inspired gorgeous clothing. You'll need deep pockets to buy much of it, but I think you'll love it as I do. Anne would be thrilled with the ruffles and puffs. I love beautiful things.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7p4xXK-2LUQdVwlyvgiZzPWWYVQR3aH2bnBwfd-mat_FSQloncjj_M54fr-QF9-_UzgDCvvgrOjtagvSYUyTFSetKSwrFGe1ojEoOc_80HDuPoUXZP87MYMfTGl8idiiLsyutszFLoAZl4uLFtfcB65j58YcflkQNH9iLBJlDrGKXGLaDJ0yOm-kYIg/s960/7284018_720x.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="713" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7p4xXK-2LUQdVwlyvgiZzPWWYVQR3aH2bnBwfd-mat_FSQloncjj_M54fr-QF9-_UzgDCvvgrOjtagvSYUyTFSetKSwrFGe1ojEoOc_80HDuPoUXZP87MYMfTGl8idiiLsyutszFLoAZl4uLFtfcB65j58YcflkQNH9iLBJlDrGKXGLaDJ0yOm-kYIg/w535-h713/7284018_720x.webp" width="535" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6fVgoBBd5IhjikRaBiQi6Nwhzbo26MZkE0olgU1hq5RCPcFa2uiv8wdYxpzGkvabrBs9SySVJvL-qxOm4T7AkQVpkz9T014UC5xZD6tKH7aop7NNCBGj21-r_79m0nazvSqQ0kHp9_5KaARTipZuL3nMkmaps5zzcEE3dobdfrZ4FMxIGflk-Jn7uNA/s960/2_17e3b2cb-c1ad-4339-abc2-e6f022e6d46c_720x.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6fVgoBBd5IhjikRaBiQi6Nwhzbo26MZkE0olgU1hq5RCPcFa2uiv8wdYxpzGkvabrBs9SySVJvL-qxOm4T7AkQVpkz9T014UC5xZD6tKH7aop7NNCBGj21-r_79m0nazvSqQ0kHp9_5KaARTipZuL3nMkmaps5zzcEE3dobdfrZ4FMxIGflk-Jn7uNA/w540-h720/2_17e3b2cb-c1ad-4339-abc2-e6f022e6d46c_720x.webp" width="540" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWG_cOEHKaI8ZkJ4qPvG_KTbgZxJtrJc8CfMsbzQIPn8tNlZfGZ3a545EiMbLhjJyr_ocs_w-TugwS67caDWZ7TWoDEgDEULouirJyja5LbOx5Auq9l_5Avff3jJobWvAlivMt3zWwbUgz_unpp-zXzs7jEGYw_T6IuNi3_4PbFA2k8_5tmO7xwwdrg/s960/12290808_720x.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="723" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWG_cOEHKaI8ZkJ4qPvG_KTbgZxJtrJc8CfMsbzQIPn8tNlZfGZ3a545EiMbLhjJyr_ocs_w-TugwS67caDWZ7TWoDEgDEULouirJyja5LbOx5Auq9l_5Avff3jJobWvAlivMt3zWwbUgz_unpp-zXzs7jEGYw_T6IuNi3_4PbFA2k8_5tmO7xwwdrg/w542-h723/12290808_720x.webp" width="542" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">All photos by Simply Retro<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-48001378577839382952022-09-08T18:36:00.007-05:002022-09-08T18:40:47.131-05:00The Queen Has Died.<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguRjcadINU0bqaOYaObnUT6JG_JPDnSEj65QtaQMpmSYAE1QCR6bFjWDDlgjqzgTqp1E18t8kfzQkdyv1iAMi5w7yqYgrYOo5rM8qWc0zkBimqqBGx7zGq5gA0uR-uyPd-byS-WjhATwNNRpPKJT8Ejpq5lWBRKlxDl2DYph2sJ3O9_OZgiD24wsBnBA/s620/queen-elizabeth-ii-gettyimages-515984032.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="620" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguRjcadINU0bqaOYaObnUT6JG_JPDnSEj65QtaQMpmSYAE1QCR6bFjWDDlgjqzgTqp1E18t8kfzQkdyv1iAMi5w7yqYgrYOo5rM8qWc0zkBimqqBGx7zGq5gA0uR-uyPd-byS-WjhATwNNRpPKJT8Ejpq5lWBRKlxDl2DYph2sJ3O9_OZgiD24wsBnBA/w417-h269/queen-elizabeth-ii-gettyimages-515984032.jpg" width="417" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Great Britain will never be the same again. Our beloved Queen has died. <br /></div><div><p></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-37424527044476573752022-07-15T03:41:00.002-05:002022-07-15T03:41:22.370-05:00Mediocre Tears<p><span class="_aacl _aaco _aacu _aacx _aad7 _aade"><span class="_aacl _aaco _aacu _aacx _aad7 _aade">My hand extended an offering,<br />Hoping and waiting,<br />then knowing it was not accepted,<br />but brushed off as not good enough.<br />I did my part,<br />and waited for yours to impart,<br />and all I heard was the silence of<br />a thousand doves fly away,<br />and their wings beat upon my cheek,<br />and made me weep a river of mediocre tears that spilled down into nothing.</span></span></p><p><span class="_aacl _aaco _aacu _aacx _aad7 _aade"><span class="_aacl _aaco _aacu _aacx _aad7 _aade"> </span></span></p><p><span class="_aacl _aaco _aacu _aacx _aad7 _aade"><span class="_aacl _aaco _aacu _aacx _aad7 _aade"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg45m62472h3n634dX4sekuIDK6ALW1GyXygNg_1ypDFE7evELOyis404H_jF1Y6QJZ8xvl9dkVZn3ecKaGfQTjmCm6SyvKUJw2wk9F9aYPG9iDdK9EsNLuNCTtODpRMjWcThhh6B1KjRy_J-4krXHG1TIzydRVC1LNNGTLH7Er8UmSoniw_VzME9HW6A/s1920/girl-gec58fa87a_1920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1559" data-original-width="1920" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg45m62472h3n634dX4sekuIDK6ALW1GyXygNg_1ypDFE7evELOyis404H_jF1Y6QJZ8xvl9dkVZn3ecKaGfQTjmCm6SyvKUJw2wk9F9aYPG9iDdK9EsNLuNCTtODpRMjWcThhh6B1KjRy_J-4krXHG1TIzydRVC1LNNGTLH7Er8UmSoniw_VzME9HW6A/w382-h310/girl-gec58fa87a_1920.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-87463137325620247342022-07-13T03:11:00.004-05:002022-07-13T03:13:05.194-05:00A Little Gate<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGRJlu40yKja8_URoJwaa8RneTIw5rPJhFVzWPmspJ5N-EWk37ilR3sXXN6wlBJV8jVJbCS-GEGnts9RStBODxwmG52u0dfuxEZgIKLEcgLUka_OkVhAodocUMFIkuIpUYWkzyNhWTCDfV8_Z2liJYMNTBpajT5IDNPmIsppK_A3NlSutmYcFcgf1WA/s2000/little%20postern%20gate7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2000" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGRJlu40yKja8_URoJwaa8RneTIw5rPJhFVzWPmspJ5N-EWk37ilR3sXXN6wlBJV8jVJbCS-GEGnts9RStBODxwmG52u0dfuxEZgIKLEcgLUka_OkVhAodocUMFIkuIpUYWkzyNhWTCDfV8_Z2liJYMNTBpajT5IDNPmIsppK_A3NlSutmYcFcgf1WA/w446-h357/little%20postern%20gate7.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-34168610357636748022022-02-26T23:23:00.001-06:002022-02-26T23:23:18.948-06:00Prayers<p>We often tend to think of our lives, our individual situations here on earth as extended and permanent, until we are facing old age or the unthinkable, .... a crises that changes everything. In reality, our time here on earth is fleeting. Every day is a gift. We have a purpose, whether we are here eight years or eighty. Each breath counts. Praying for the people of Ukraine, and of all peoples everywhere.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrH-hl8JIkxz2c7zTyzsFi_31w83ZQTM2uNyADnMLlCUZ0rtphsl7yRmlVgcipK6IDvsnSTcJLZ1fznsFH1_M6tTxxlyG499AkkpcETf22b4bLorGn-ZB4sgiTveh5gN9Gij91BVQ8i0K7BqJR1q-r784D7hQyg4miOgTtMcgis4wn3QFLyUP3Tp52ng=s1920" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1278" data-original-width="1920" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrH-hl8JIkxz2c7zTyzsFi_31w83ZQTM2uNyADnMLlCUZ0rtphsl7yRmlVgcipK6IDvsnSTcJLZ1fznsFH1_M6tTxxlyG499AkkpcETf22b4bLorGn-ZB4sgiTveh5gN9Gij91BVQ8i0K7BqJR1q-r784D7hQyg4miOgTtMcgis4wn3QFLyUP3Tp52ng=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-57510414831671193302022-02-18T21:47:00.000-06:002022-02-18T21:47:09.443-06:00To Rest Now and Then<p>I'm not sure why this little space has gone so quiet as it used to be my wandering place where thoughts and rhymes and ideas escaped into the bigger world, and then became a part of my soul. Perhaps a wanderer has to rest now and then. I honestly forget it's here sometimes waiting for me to find it again. I'm sure that I will when the noise of the world softens, and the Annish girl in me awakens once again.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvc7ndAbU2LEhHYgQuET7MDOszutPjXD-0V34nuypAnxbLecBnZ81IJcN3-hQ4M-ufMQ-6bPCPk3NTU65KMj_eF_sR_8YZERl5O8kpgaMENzMJvWu0M_mlm6eM7NI-sA4Xj_JFbumLSFkyoa6bjX8HoQfmeKzHPsOfWrS1nTeWqPx4R2bLEUDzb7xKAA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="661" data-original-width="960" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvc7ndAbU2LEhHYgQuET7MDOszutPjXD-0V34nuypAnxbLecBnZ81IJcN3-hQ4M-ufMQ-6bPCPk3NTU65KMj_eF_sR_8YZERl5O8kpgaMENzMJvWu0M_mlm6eM7NI-sA4Xj_JFbumLSFkyoa6bjX8HoQfmeKzHPsOfWrS1nTeWqPx4R2bLEUDzb7xKAA=w557-h383" width="557" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-31114078429854101022022-01-08T17:00:00.005-06:002022-01-08T20:02:08.271-06:00Duchess<p> A beautiful set of portraits of Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge to commemorate her 40th birthday tomorrow. These will become standard, iconic photos of her, the future Queen of England, on par with those stunning photos of Queen Elizabeth as a young queen. Catherine has a beautiful character, inside and out. Just a lovely person who has come into her own. Photo is by <span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">Paolo Roversi. Very Victorian-esque.<br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_H0ipvlL0Lm5HB6TYn-SuA3Y9bpzRAArTdZMcyIibLvhSgyjzYG9OaOfo1Fld8QIuYlWsQHPsu4ugXZ19AVN8huhkE6ELMmtNT32dybkGlXyK56SlZcW6hLx98qY20JBz5CuUMnry0vyA-SIAwZXaP5UiFYspGXdDs7JxW_ntKPRquNVIPd3kxTddGg=s900" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="670" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_H0ipvlL0Lm5HB6TYn-SuA3Y9bpzRAArTdZMcyIibLvhSgyjzYG9OaOfo1Fld8QIuYlWsQHPsu4ugXZ19AVN8huhkE6ELMmtNT32dybkGlXyK56SlZcW6hLx98qY20JBz5CuUMnry0vyA-SIAwZXaP5UiFYspGXdDs7JxW_ntKPRquNVIPd3kxTddGg=w446-h670" width="446" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNwQPf1VWDMg-ay7XWmjdKel6iOXB6_yEdQHsG8Fy--5lsprjiWIFK-hFKXwIPqkVnJprGpI3Gf3O_xtsonSgR638_HM-CrZu-jYIgiPbJrfVnyscnO17diVySlRUcdmgH5uDkuJllrlF1aNl2duS7pUfMAlyQr5RLkLs7pkSrY1B4iLivkCTPhP1cqw=s704" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="704" data-original-width="563" height="553" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNwQPf1VWDMg-ay7XWmjdKel6iOXB6_yEdQHsG8Fy--5lsprjiWIFK-hFKXwIPqkVnJprGpI3Gf3O_xtsonSgR638_HM-CrZu-jYIgiPbJrfVnyscnO17diVySlRUcdmgH5uDkuJllrlF1aNl2duS7pUfMAlyQr5RLkLs7pkSrY1B4iLivkCTPhP1cqw=w443-h553" width="443" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5V4LLI_VWQDCsQSvDsLydgdSPi2L5PPSlBnFlJkORAzhmip0w0zGgjJdTJ4ZDASgEJWa-pOLklI2hI8BROql03OEkjbzPP6lF5H6iijiR30XQMyRNppl0ljDzeqx5vy3cRcw9pn-U7kVjtv66wvrF_gs_5Rj2g895oeuC5SMhiZBSd0dVB3ebVo8wXg=s1800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="548" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5V4LLI_VWQDCsQSvDsLydgdSPi2L5PPSlBnFlJkORAzhmip0w0zGgjJdTJ4ZDASgEJWa-pOLklI2hI8BROql03OEkjbzPP6lF5H6iijiR30XQMyRNppl0ljDzeqx5vy3cRcw9pn-U7kVjtv66wvrF_gs_5Rj2g895oeuC5SMhiZBSd0dVB3ebVo8wXg=w437-h548" width="437" /></a></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-71747794945559916382021-09-16T19:31:00.001-05:002021-09-16T19:51:09.220-05:00Dresses<p>Movie stills from different period films show the same dresses worn in different movies by different actresses. Love that someone took the time to notice these! And there are more at <a href="https://britishperioddramas.com/lists/reused-recycled-costumes-in-british-period-drama-series-movies/?fbclid=IwAR0fF_eHLY14c4gPwXYO7RDFc0y-TRZfz21XJii9fZGALpd1RVo16Sa06i8" target="_blank">this link.</a> These two are my favorites. Margaret Hale (Daniela Denby-Ashe) from North and South and Elinor Dashwood (Emma Thompson) from Sense and Sensibility, respectively.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNDDuomejBn3PzuxYHF5GbuHgcSIR-n_Cd9z102klm55gsverKYv5Pw22iN450W2qBOanXle_DJ3_ZfC2jw3XjoQEKAppEIH8Rr581Ku_C097RDZpfJsZLdw_YLZTuplBPsnyIi0Cawc5/s800/11-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="800" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNDDuomejBn3PzuxYHF5GbuHgcSIR-n_Cd9z102klm55gsverKYv5Pw22iN450W2qBOanXle_DJ3_ZfC2jw3XjoQEKAppEIH8Rr581Ku_C097RDZpfJsZLdw_YLZTuplBPsnyIi0Cawc5/w508-h382/11-1.jpg" width="508" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_tsZJvQ8vbfcZO56XCP8KYOFIYoRFZC5Hm_I1y5Gog-DTjNGx2PAXadfW2pT25RRWrzONvVAXa3hfn7SpbWYEnNbpEJY-R8pZLsuvk2Y2uT4ZaMwMY1YXMHTVwzgERz1v6HOH6mLfgrC0/s800/66.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="551" data-original-width="800" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_tsZJvQ8vbfcZO56XCP8KYOFIYoRFZC5Hm_I1y5Gog-DTjNGx2PAXadfW2pT25RRWrzONvVAXa3hfn7SpbWYEnNbpEJY-R8pZLsuvk2Y2uT4ZaMwMY1YXMHTVwzgERz1v6HOH6mLfgrC0/w500-h344/66.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-38772951349255431272021-07-31T01:27:00.002-05:002021-07-31T01:51:35.200-05:00Colors of Summer<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The colors of summer picked by the handfuls long ago then placed in cheap glass vases overflowing with pinks, oranges, and yellows, to sit on the table until it was time for the next grubby handfuls. Because you must recreate childhood summers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjloSdx1JgKxcf5B9CDwW_SVPu3LDfIEc98vBpveQ5-C-SBfbO3_HeiNfP6GFbTcmpxZUhsOi6FsLdYNkuGp0873MFY-_0fkeWpy4QbyH8p5F54JP9bMBKmRj-xBX8hu7oJ-bX_OHoaNH6m/s2048/zinnias.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1556" height="721" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjloSdx1JgKxcf5B9CDwW_SVPu3LDfIEc98vBpveQ5-C-SBfbO3_HeiNfP6GFbTcmpxZUhsOi6FsLdYNkuGp0873MFY-_0fkeWpy4QbyH8p5F54JP9bMBKmRj-xBX8hu7oJ-bX_OHoaNH6m/w546-h721/zinnias.jpg" width="546" /></a></div><p></p><br /><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-90049008208527125282021-07-03T15:27:00.002-05:002021-07-03T15:35:26.617-05:00Another Bookshelf?<p>July 1st at the library sale. Lucky me, look what I found. Looks like we're going to need another bookshelf soon. Oh, dear.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3QBlULHYUG7aisYlceZsjptsfo8kPHKnwVC3CVeqxeI-eM_oA1XssF0zid3e1dx0ofRMw4vsBuuTct3hK9XN_hWz6ioZnuW7InuKN749TyMkENYbwwscG0l8XvjCkL5QQuPjWVMvTA4k/s2048/20210701_173605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="367" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3QBlULHYUG7aisYlceZsjptsfo8kPHKnwVC3CVeqxeI-eM_oA1XssF0zid3e1dx0ofRMw4vsBuuTct3hK9XN_hWz6ioZnuW7InuKN749TyMkENYbwwscG0l8XvjCkL5QQuPjWVMvTA4k/w489-h367/20210701_173605.jpg" width="489" /></a></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-70624482788278431372021-05-22T13:51:00.005-05:002021-05-22T13:51:35.190-05:00Doctor Thorne<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnjldpVaN95y1muoZbs5MRZy8YpF1qUnOc48Dk53du8l9hF036soaogqKtg1UAes6h_MzBVYfVUgbLeacUHui2gmY_omFrOfpE5DCJIeR1-RAAp7Tk4scXkv0saFV8wIKkFREjJNx4YkdA/s778/thorne3.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="600" height="609" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnjldpVaN95y1muoZbs5MRZy8YpF1qUnOc48Dk53du8l9hF036soaogqKtg1UAes6h_MzBVYfVUgbLeacUHui2gmY_omFrOfpE5DCJIeR1-RAAp7Tk4scXkv0saFV8wIKkFREjJNx4YkdA/w470-h609/thorne3.webp" width="470" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGU8TIjRhaZHIFlZ6JtOg2leob0KbATzaIM3aOm-C7SQu8H6jml-fZLPZyHGwg5cKywmJW3XzkPddRheyVxIKOnEpmbTN-ejELf4U95T384XWTkDNPU-uONJ3iHXI_FLID2n8q-cnKysav/s646/thorne2.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="646" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGU8TIjRhaZHIFlZ6JtOg2leob0KbATzaIM3aOm-C7SQu8H6jml-fZLPZyHGwg5cKywmJW3XzkPddRheyVxIKOnEpmbTN-ejELf4U95T384XWTkDNPU-uONJ3iHXI_FLID2n8q-cnKysav/w518-h269/thorne2.webp" width="518" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyX-V08HeMNixWPTTD-UnRU3yz7IQIriF6y3fwfatG_Hz-5_o40h2HrXfd9siLmcWRJl_YGnR0BSYFcyQjUQ_BUg2okO828S2vw9ENXJKVFL9YVwkZlyTMsD0m284Fe4hNI4lJj5tkMjLM/s900/thorne4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyX-V08HeMNixWPTTD-UnRU3yz7IQIriF6y3fwfatG_Hz-5_o40h2HrXfd9siLmcWRJl_YGnR0BSYFcyQjUQ_BUg2okO828S2vw9ENXJKVFL9YVwkZlyTMsD0m284Fe4hNI4lJj5tkMjLM/s320/thorne4.jpg" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Do yourself a favor and watch Doctor Thorne on Amazon Prime. It is based on the novel by Anthony Trollope. Here are some one word reasons to watch:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Brilliant</p><p style="text-align: center;">Exquisite</p><p style="text-align: center;">Light</p><p style="text-align: center;">Wholesome</p><p style="text-align: center;">Deep</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-9607996515922343432021-05-15T16:41:00.008-05:002021-05-15T16:54:39.645-05:00Once Again, It's May<p style="text-align: justify;"> The older I get, the more I realize I love the days of May. The world awakens and beauty springs forward. May always feels old fashioned to me because it brings the old world's dearest things to the front again. Things like picking flowers from the garden into a vase and hearing new birdsong and thinking of rhymes. Taking long walks when it warms and opening back doors to let the fresh air come in. I rather like old world things because they are simple yet profoundly beautiful and meaningful. The old world saw such things and embraced the loveliness they brought, turning these simple things into deeply loved practices to adorn our days. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMjR9Fzt_SwiTTeucFxx50CSEbmOPaI-DK6y7YsbWQdVH7ZhGnlbw_19BRqkIKGvv_KUGJaaSUqRYnVGYeljNda_NZmolJ1D4MR-C5vk6Ak28tS6wCeMKhXIDFQqnNlyWZ28gdUpvQI-Vy/s742/flower-gatherers-ferdinand-leeke_thumb.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="742" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMjR9Fzt_SwiTTeucFxx50CSEbmOPaI-DK6y7YsbWQdVH7ZhGnlbw_19BRqkIKGvv_KUGJaaSUqRYnVGYeljNda_NZmolJ1D4MR-C5vk6Ak28tS6wCeMKhXIDFQqnNlyWZ28gdUpvQI-Vy/w504-h389/flower-gatherers-ferdinand-leeke_thumb.jpg" width="504" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962203393424657891.post-43056136244219548772021-02-14T13:03:00.004-06:002022-12-20T17:05:21.166-06:00Book Illustrations of Anne<p style="text-align: justify;"> I came across these stunning images by <a href="https://www.behance.net/gallery/21754957/Anne-of-Green-Gables-" target="_blank">artist Ji-Hyuk Kim</a> this morning. These are beautiful interpretations of Anne's story that I am thrilled many children will come to know Anne by. Anne's story needs to be handed down to the next generation and it's wonderful to see that she still inspires us today. Honestly, I have been thinking about her era and the simplicity and beauty of it. Lucy Montgomery has captured the magic of the time and the island and also the nuances of the natural world that she noticed in her lifetime in Green Gables. Life wasn't perfect, in fact, it deals with many hard things such as being an orphan. But life is meant to be experienced deeply and Anne did. So should we.<br /></p><div class="quoteText" style="text-align: justify;">
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“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.”―
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