It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. -… Continue reading And then Spring speaks
Tag: Irises
Embracing the reality of imperfections
This is my year of embracing or modifying imperfections in my life. Yeah, it's part of my MAD MAD MOM month, too, but seriously, if at 54 years of age I can't get past my imperfections, I'd be doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed like my unicorn horn and my barnacle are - gone forever, leaving… Continue reading Embracing the reality of imperfections
Hunting me some curves, ya baby
If only birds could be caught by the smell of a small dog's nose, this pup would be a world-class-award-winning bird dog. Don't let the yawn fool you, he's just pretending to be bored. He's a clever one. At the sound of birds squawking through the open window, Copper can go from sleeping comfortably at… Continue reading Hunting me some curves, ya baby
How I’m choosing happiness
I'm still smiling from my discovery of this little book about Hygge. Not so much that I've finished the book, because, I'm still reading it. Nor is it that I'm a complete convert since starting to read it, but it's more so the idea that there is a country where over 96% of the population… Continue reading How I’m choosing happiness
My spring memory garden
If she were here today, I'd ask her to join me in a cup of coffee, no froth on our cups either, we loved to drink it black. We'd sit together and laugh, and catch up, and share what was new in our lives. Mom had an opinion to share, a quirk to chuckle about, or… Continue reading My spring memory garden