Reflections in Paint

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The power of attention, composing of thoughts, gifts of art, history and geography reflected on paint, sun wrapped around learning moments.

These are the elements

That fills my school, my students with wondrous beauty.

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Mayflower

Sometimes for me life steals away to extraordinary

For me always when my Mayflower arrives for a visit

My Little Sister

When she is around my days feel lighter, more pleasant, filled with sweetness.

She engages the littles in the wonder of Aunty.

She brightens our lives.We were blessed to have her with us for such a nice long visit, and hearts ached when goodbyes were said.

Beloved Beauty

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Somehow time slipped away my baby girl and grew her into a wondrous new age.

She whirled and twirled into the dance of five.

Miraculous is the sweetness that surrounds our beauty’s life

Our Dear Davina Beloved and Beautiful!

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Cloud Nine

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 They came from the land of heat and red dirt, crossed the continents to brave these cool northern woods

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We joufully shared our lovely land of white and the nature all around.

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Pinned prints of wild animals to trees and thrilled the kids with a wild ‘cap’ hunt.

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Spent time sharing in the joys of friendship, treasuring

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 each single moment. 

Gasping with thanks for these added memories.

And now I fear ordinary life has been wrecked for me…

How does one come down from cloud nine?

Love

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For each one of us, for you and for me, it is necessary first of all to love those in our own family. Maybe we have the suffering and the lonely and the crippled and the mentally ill in our own family: and we ha e no time – no time to smile at them. And love begins at home. If you really want to be God’s love in the world of today, begin to be God’s love in your own home first. And then you will become the sunshine of God’s love to everyone you meet.

Mother Teresa

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Bundled in Love

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Under a grove of cotton trees an early nineteen- hundreds one room schools house resides, now converted into our local post office. The floors creek with history and always builds the anticipation of a package or newsy letter. On a hard day, wrapped in cardboard was hand sewn love. Scalloped knitted edges, fabric of soft blues and white, warmth for my babe stitched up of all my favorite details.

Such pleasure comes when my babe is bathed and blessed and bundled in such a gift.

Nicola, Thank you! Your gift will always be treasured, used to warp pure love in pure love!

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Eggs

~ Heritage Breeds lay lovely eggs, coloured and speckled and each one different from the next. It is a joy to hear my hens clucking and my girls collecting with excited wonder at the blues and the greens.   Brings back nostalgic memories of my childhood farm days and the gifts of a simpler life.   My sister lives in a small farming town of B.C, she read to me from today’s local paper. I think this man had dirt under his nails and life in his soul. George wrote his own obituary he wished to be cremated and scattered on his farm, he was ninety years old. I am Just a Farmer Plain and Simple I’m just a farmer plain and simple not of royal birth but rather worker of the earth, I know not of riches but rather patches on my britches. I’m just a farmer plain and simple I know of drought and rain, of pleasure and pain I know the good the bad the happy and sad, I am a man of emotions, a man who loves this land and the beauty of its sands. I’m just a farmer plain and simple I know the spring’s fresh flow and autumn’s golden glow, of a new borne calf’s hesitations and an eagle’s destination. I’m just a farmer plain and a simple I know of tall pines and long waiting lines, I know the warmth of camp fires and agony of flat tires. I’m just a farmer plain and simple. I’m a man who loves his job and the life that I live I am just a farmer plain and simple, I am reaper of a harvest, I’m the sower of seeds and I’m the tender of stocks.  I’m just a farmer plain and simple I know of planting corn and bailing hay and animals going astray, I live in a complicated world but my faith guides me. I’m just a farmer plain and simple. ~

Marion

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Our oldest darling increased her age to eight this last weekend.

She was delighted with her celebrations of treats, gifted crafts, and pierced ears.

She truly is a treasure!

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