
“The unthankful heart… discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!”
-Henry Ward Beecher


“The unthankful heart… discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!”
-Henry Ward Beecher


Some days–doesn’t it just feel like there is so much on the plate–in so many directions?

So much to do—a couple of lessons to prepare, hats and slippers to make, packages to mail,

pants to sew and a ton of grocery bags to sort, cut or recycle.

So much to think about–books to read, letters to write, dates to remember, lists to make.

But, on the other hand, there is so much to see–the beautiful leaves, the shedding trees,

the snowy mountains,

and Autumn working it’s delicious magic everywhere we go.

So much to plan–all the baking, all the meals, all the treats and gifts and pies and candy that Thanksgiving and Christmas bring.

So much to be thankful for—my sweet babies—the big ones and the small ones,

and kind friends who make the planet so much better of a place.

Best of all…
this–our most favorite month—made especially for counting all our blessings.

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Week #35 Food Storage Prompt: 10lbs. powdered milk

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
~~~Albert Einstein

There’s a magic feeling about…

pretty colored string.

a pile of it…

a spool of it…

or a carton of it.

Doesn’t really matter because it’s always the same with ambitious stuff like string.

It wants to do more than sit on the shelf or on the spool or in the box.

It wants to BE something…

or a lot of somethings.

Either way—I like to believe it’s the wish of all miller’s straw…

to be spun into gold.
left.
After all, there are still…

toes to squirt…

lemony drinks in the fridge–sort of…

roses in the yard…

floats to pour…

brave knights in castles…

marshmallows to toast…

cute guys on the beach…

new crayons to break…

chocolate zucchini cake to eat I mean, make…

fair maidens to rescue…

fresh corn to nibble…

sweet babies to picnic with…

and this blue sky to ponder.
Yeah.
I’ll let you know, when we’re ready to come in.