Seems my life has been so busy lately. On this last day of September, I thought I would toss up a bunch of pictures here and see where they land... just to say HI!!!
RIGHT CLICK HERE AND OPEN IN NEW WINDOW FOR AUTUMN HYMNS TO PLAY IN BACKGROUND
RIGHT CLICK HERE AND OPEN IN NEW WINDOW FOR AUTUMN HYMNS TO PLAY IN BACKGROUND
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| Today 9/30/2016 is the anniversary of the writing of Little Women in 1868, per the click here--> Louisa May Alcott Orchard House museum. I adore this story. |
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| I have not had this, because I do not favor plain green tea but I think the idea is really cool! :-) CLICK HERE FOR THE LOUISA MAY ALCOTT TEA |
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| Find Garden Dolly by clicking here |
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| Sherry at The Charm of Home blog posted this photo, which inspired me to write the following poem. Check out her inspiring BLOG and IG some time. |
*by me, Heather G. 9/3/2016
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Off to the woods, wild and free, that's where I wish that I could be. Picking an apple, dipping a toe, not caring which direction I go. Oh, for a breeze, and pine-scented trees. Ducks bobbing in ponds and birds that sing. A plaid thermos of tea I happened to bring. Perhaps a book in a secret nook, or a pad and a pen to write my thoughts in, my dreams, my prayers and doodles. Oh to look up in wonder, content in all that surrounds, knowing He who created it, shall never fail or let me down.
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🍃🌼💜 A MOSSY SPOT 💜🌼🍃
There is nothing like a mossy spot,
To lose yourself in quiet thought.
Contemplating on art you've seen,
Knowing you're a daughter of the King.
Contentment comes easy,
In moments like these,
Ever so softly upon the breeze.
9/10/2016 -Heather G.
My beautiful Heather doll sent all the way from Essex by the lovely @garden.dolly on IG & @gardendollys on FB. Many of her dolls have flower names & she named this one after me :-)
We collected leaves in the park today. We discussed how they look, smell and feel. The backsides were a soft, fuzzy texture, which was really cool!
"Come little leaves", said the Wind one day, "Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; for summer is past, and the days grow cold." - George Cooper
"Father God,
Thank You for this food,
Thank You for this day,
Bless our food
And bless our friends,
In Jesus name we pray.
Amen."
Orange/Cranberry
& clove muffins I made to go with our Poetry Tea Time to welcome the 1st day of
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I started The Vicar of Wakefield by Oliver Goldsmith last month, but paused to read a book for a book review I agreed to do. Hoping to get back into it because it is very good. My copy is thought to be from the late 1800s and is notated in the front cover, Grace M. Marks, Nashua, Iowa, Dec. 25, 1897. Originally published in 1766, the amusing style reminds me of Jane Austen.
Ch.2"When we had dined, to prevent the ladies leaving us, I generally ordered the table to be removed; and sometimes, with the music master's assistance, the girls would give us a very agreeable concert. Walking out, drinking tea, country dances, and forfeits, shortened the rest of the day..."
Ch.5"Here too we drank tea, which now was become an occasional banquet; and as we had it but seldom, it diffused a new joy, the preparations for it being made with no small share of bustle and ceremony. On these occasions, our two little ones always read for us, and they were regularly served after we had done."
Well, friends, I do hope you have enjoyed my ramblings and pictures. I pray you have a very pleasant October filled with crisp air, God's grace, wonderful reading, friends and family, and lots of tea. (-smile)
🍁🍂🍃🍎☕🍯🍎📖✒🐦🌲🍃🍂🍁
Off to the woods, wild and free, that's where I wish that I could be. Picking an apple, dipping a toe, not caring which direction I go. Oh, for a breeze, and pine-scented trees. Ducks bobbing in ponds and birds that sing. A plaid thermos of tea I happened to bring. Perhaps a book in a secret nook, or a pad and a pen to write my thoughts in, my dreams, my prayers and doodles. Oh to look up in wonder, content in all that surrounds, knowing He who created it, shall never fail or let me down.
🍁🍂🍃🍎☕🍯🍎📖✒🐦🌲🍃🍂🍁
🍃🌼💜 A MOSSY SPOT 💜🌼🍃
There is nothing like a mossy spot,
To lose yourself in quiet thought.
Contemplating on art you've seen,
Knowing you're a daughter of the King.
Contentment comes easy,
In moments like these,
Ever so softly upon the breeze.
9/10/2016 -Heather G.
My beautiful Heather doll sent all the way from Essex by the lovely @garden.dolly on IG & @gardendollys on FB. Many of her dolls have flower names & she named this one after me :-)
We collected leaves in the park today. We discussed how they look, smell and feel. The backsides were a soft, fuzzy texture, which was really cool!
"Come little leaves", said the Wind one day, "Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; for summer is past, and the days grow cold." - George Cooper
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| From the book: Tea Party Today, Poems to Sip and Savor |
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| My kitchen shelf decked out for Autumn. |
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| This is the prayer I made up, and I have taught my daycare Littles for years :-) |
"Father God,
Thank You for this food,
Thank You for this day,
Bless our food
And bless our friends,
In Jesus name we pray.
Amen."
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| From the book: A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson Art by Tasha Tudor I just ordered this book here and can not wait to receive it! |
Orange/CranberryA U T U M N
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| Lately it has been far too hot, but I enjoyed some breezy Bible time last week :-) The berries are a dark orange, but soon turn bright red. |
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I started The Vicar of Wakefield by Oliver Goldsmith last month, but paused to read a book for a book review I agreed to do. Hoping to get back into it because it is very good. My copy is thought to be from the late 1800s and is notated in the front cover, Grace M. Marks, Nashua, Iowa, Dec. 25, 1897. Originally published in 1766, the amusing style reminds me of Jane Austen.
Ch.2"When we had dined, to prevent the ladies leaving us, I generally ordered the table to be removed; and sometimes, with the music master's assistance, the girls would give us a very agreeable concert. Walking out, drinking tea, country dances, and forfeits, shortened the rest of the day..."
Ch.5"Here too we drank tea, which now was become an occasional banquet; and as we had it but seldom, it diffused a new joy, the preparations for it being made with no small share of bustle and ceremony. On these occasions, our two little ones always read for us, and they were regularly served after we had done."
