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This was supposed to be the end of a road trip birthday for this little man.  We found a tiny deli, about the size of my living room, in a fishing village.  We got hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows to warm up and homemade rocky road brownies and raced back to eat in the car which was a whole lot warmer than the street. 

And then we decided to make one more stop to see if we could get Colin closer to the ocean before he leaves. Good call. It was nearly dark when he flew down the boardwalk at Wells Next the Sea and you could just barely make them out.  There they were though….

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Out on that sandbar were several of the local grey seals. Sadly there was only the nifty fifty on the camera but you can see the dark outlines dotting the sand in the distance. Can't say that everyday. 

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Boxing day road trip to see the church of St Peter and St Paul in Lavenham, all decked out for the season. It was a rare sunny winter day and the light poured in through the stained glass. The church has been there in some way, shape or form for centuries which meant the headstones in the cemetary were fascinating. 

One thing I most love about England is their preference for natural seasonal greenery.  The wreaths on the doors and tables are usually local holly, evergreens, and real candles. It takes time and much care and can't be kept over to the next year so the net result is a few high quality decorations.  

Another favorite thing?  The needlepoint cushions common here. Needlepoint has fallen out of favor a bit in the crafting world but I still love the texture and color. Those cushions represent hours and hours of stitching. 

The effect is natural, simple, and timeless.   This is exactly what I pictured all the years I dreamed of English Christmas and inspires me for the future.  

 

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Laura Ingalls Wilder kept me company the other evening as I waited for the last of my dancers to finish their classes.  This slim volume is a quick read, but full of little gems that are best understood when taken in small bits and really thought over.  

This passage articulates an idea that a dear friend and I have encouraged each other to embrace and to put into practice.  I lapsed a bit this week and once more, the truth of these words came back to me.  So I regrouped and am redirecting my attention. Once more I realize that the wisdom of days gone by runs contrary to what is widely circulated today.  Once more, I am amazed by how much better life goes when I follow it. 

"It is truly surprising how anything grows and grows by talking about it.  We have a slight headache and mention the fact.  As an excuse to ourselves for inflicting it upon our friends, we make it as bad as possible in the telling. "Oh I have such a dreadful headache," we say and immediately we feel much worse. Our pain has grown by talking of it. 

If there is a disagreement between friends and the neighbors begin talking about it, the difficulty grows like jimsonweed, and the more it is talked about, the faster it grows…

The same law seems to work in both human nature and in the vegetable kindgom and in the world of ideas with the changes caused just by talk, either positive or negative. Even peas and cabbages grow by cultivation, by keeping the soil "stirred" around them.

Now it isn't enough in any garden to cut down the weeds. The cutting out of weeds is important but cultivating the garden plants is just as necessary. If we want vegetables, we must make them grow, not leave the ground barren where we have destroyed the weeds. Just so, we must give much of our attention to the improvements we want, not all to the abuses we would like to correct.

If we hope to improve conditions anywhere, we must do a great of talking of better things."

Some frames of the "better" things right under my nose this week…

 

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Yes, the weather has been all over. And yes, somehow we are still spotting a few stray insects.  There have been many butterflies in the house this fall – perhaps from the chimneys?  

Brendan is holding one of the giant sugar beets recently harvested on the farm. 

Reading book here.  Little Bob readers here.  Puzzle here.  Similar pillow here

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My journal lately consists of many notes. I always think I am going to expound upon them. I never do. Maybe they might also mean something to someone else, or they may lose a lot in translation. But am going to record them here when I can and we shall see how it goes. I can promise no well thought through essays, only these random thoughts I mull.

 

Reading: Mirror of True Womanhood   Inspiring. That's all I can say about that. Will likely be sharing more from this one.

Listening to: traditional Irish music. The children had a feis this weekend. The music is usually one of the best parts, but I admit seven hours of accordian tunes can tax the most ardent fan.

Enjoying: film photography. At least in theory. Finding myself following more and more old school photographers. After three years of studying contemporary portraiture daily I can say that much it is beginning to run together. The faces change but the poses and props…. not so much. When done well it is inarguably beautiful and requires tremendous skill.  But my heart is someplace else these days.

In the kitchen: Alannah has discovered she enjoys making menus. This is a really good thing. Shopping for thanksgiving tomorrow. We don't need a menu for that though. If the usual family thanksgiving dishes do not appear on the table on Thursday, it would be unspeakable as far as my children are concerned. At least the one who is now making menus….

Thought to start the week:

"If my children or myself ever seem to totter on the brink, without a severe word or reproachful look (she) supports them with the hand and me with the heart."

-from above linked book and originally quoted by Digby in Compitum

Sharing:  walking a local trail before Kieran's football game…

 

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