ramble

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“The day was beautiful and the way was beautiful.”
Anne of the Island, L.M. Montgomery

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Late this morning I took little Sarah on a short walk through the woods and into the field, wandering about, going exactly where we wanted to go.  Underneath our feet were brown pine needles and crispy leaves.  The sun was shining.  Everything was bright, fresh, and lovely.  We ate a few wintergreen berries and Sarah talked about nothing and everything while I dutifully listened and took snapshots.

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These three mushrooms were growing up from behind tree bark; bark which was hanging off an old fallen down log.

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Thanks to Aunt Colleen’s inspiration, I am taking up crochet again.  I recently made Jacob a pillow and am almost done with a red and black striped one for David.  As I admired this tree lichen I dreamed of finding yarn in the same creamy mint color and crocheting a doily.

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I asked Sarah if I could put her in a tree and she generously agreed.

We had found a turkey feather.

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She ran ahead of me into the field and saw a man walking his dog.  I had to laugh as I wondered what he must have thought to see a tiny girl emerging from the forest, talking and laughing.  He told us that he walked there all the time and his dog, Bruno, used to be a bird dog.  Bruno caught 101 birds but is now retired because he’s old and his hips are bad.  Regardless, Bruno was having a great time wobbling around on his loose hips while his owner drank coffee from a plastic mug in one hand and carried a walking stick in the other.

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I tucked purple wild flowers and rose hips into Sarah’s ponytails.

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She was so pleased with her turkey feather.  In fact, as soon as her Dad came home from work she showed it to him.  He said it was the nicest he’s ever seen.

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While Sarah climbed a boulder, I admired a wavy, curly tree fungus.  There were different sizes growing and I pulled a small one off.  It was rubbery and strong, I could not tear it in half no matter how hard I tried.

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We made our way back home by going down the trail a little ways and then through the woods to cross our stream onto our own property.  On our way across, we saw a dear dear friend.  I took pictures of Sarah’s face as she cooed motherly greetings at him……..

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It was Billy-cat, coming to say hello to us.

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After our walk I made Sarah eat ALL of her cheese sandwich including the crust, and then I gave her a chocolate pudding cup for dessert.  She had a nice nap, and so did I.

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We breathe below, but we live above; we walk on earth, but our conversation is in heaven.   John Flavel

 

you are loved

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