When you find yourself in the middle of perfection, breathe it all in and savour the moment. For with each ebb and flow of the casting of sand, you will find that perfection exists everywhere, and yet elsewhere. And that the freedom to define is as beautiful as each breath you build your present moment upon, with every shadow that you sculpt.
RV There Yet??
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Weaving our way to the drop zone north of Montreal, the day started beautifully with warm temperatures and sunny skies. The moat around our trailer had vanished, yet the mosquitoes remained, poised to attack. But not long after our departure, the rain set in again. Miraculously, and as if a sign, crossing the Quebec border,…
My friend Minna and I went in to town, looking to replenish our grocery supplies, whilst hoping to find a place to recycle our glass bottles (aka lots of beer from the New Year’s celebrations) and Minna’s plastic ‘Zephyrhills Water’ bottles. After much querying and driving around town, we found one sole lonely recycling centre….
Life on the farm, is filled with so many acoustic joys . The sound of silence. The morning song of birds at our windows. The musical expression of a Canadian flag, wildly beating a random rhythm against the flag pole, with the wind whistling in sweet percussion. The cadence of my footsteps as I walk…
Lou has me inspired … I really love her cre8tive style for making cards and such. I think that I want to find me an Airstream etched stamp! After a frolicking fun shop at Trader Joe’s with the girls, slaDE~ and I bid our ‘until we see you agains’ and made a pitstop at the…
Again we started out the day with intentions to head eastwards for our friends in Ceres New York. However, our start was later than expected, and by the time we were hooked up, ready to depart, it was well mid-morning. All hitched up, goodbyes completed and ready to go, but with one small glitch ……
I love going to a Farmer’s Market, especially in the height of seasonal goodness! Every Friday morning in Port Colborne, when in town, I’ve been diligent about cruising the fresh produce stands of the local community farmers, recycled bags at hand, ready to reel in my healthy purchases. And everywhere I look, glorious colours vie for attention,…