Chancy Nancy
If one hears a story from Nancy,
It will surely be riddled with fancy.
She’s a poet of sorts,
But the truth she purports,
Is in general thought of as chancy.
Category: Everyday Life
After Tallahassee
We drove to Lakeland.Had a great visit with friends, with family and with the turkey.Some of you will be shocked to know that we even went to the beach. Yes…there was sand, and yes it’s still in the van. Yes, I didn’t like the grittiness, but…
Ever in Joyful Song
Little Belle has a hymn that she sings,
She wouldn’t trade it for loftier things.
She’s inclined to ignore,
Her distinction as poor,
And grows rich on the joy her song brings.
I’ve Been Home HOW Long?
Wow…we got back from a great trip to Florida a week ago yesterday and I haven’t posted at all. I was so proud of myself for posting while I was gone, only to miss it drastically when I got home. Next time I’ll prepare two weeks worth of posts for a w…
Ivan (5)
Ivan is five today. What a blessing he has been. His unique outlook on things is a never ending source of entertainment. Love that kid.Things started out a little crazy with his early arrival, immediate departure and strong recovery. I mentioned…
a great proficient
There are few people in England, I suppose, who have more true enjoyment of music than myself, or a better natural taste. If I had ever learnt, I should have been a great proficient.
Garbage In, Garbage Out
A seldom wrong teacher named Gripe,
Ate spoiled fruit he called ripe.
As his innards would churn,
He was stubborn to learn,
And appended his menu with tripe.
Tea for Me
This tea helped me so much last week. Amy gave it to me over a year ago and I love it. I have rationed it so that I can have it during my most needy moments. Sore throats are comforted by this orange yumminess.
Merry Merry Stationery
Anyone need Christmas cards this season?You don’t have to buy them from Etsy…you can get them from me directly. I have four printed designs and in two weeks will have a few fabric cards to choose from as well.
Holiday Let-Down
Sweet June with her great expectation,
Labored weeks on the feast preparation.
Days spent on looking,
Hours on cooking,
Mere minutes on real celebration.