Birthday Daybook

Time is such a funny thing; one minute it’s forever and the next, it’s gone.

Susan Branch

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Hello Friend,

I’m looking forward to our midsummer visit today. After all the rains, the sun is shining, and every kind of flora and vegetation is flourishing. By this time of day, the front veranda is in shade so we’ll sit out there in the breezy warmth. The rain is supposed to come back soon so let’s enjoy this while we can.

The rhubarb has erupted in big bushes – I’ve frozen some and baked with some. Today I made a rhubarb coffee cake. It’s a family favourite and I hope you’ll like it too.

I have coffee, hot or iced, on offer today. The Cowboy and I have taken to enjoying an iced coffee with a flavoured coffee enhancer in the hot afternoons. It’s so refreshing. Which would you prefer? As always, cream and sugar are there on the little table.

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Image by Nguyên Trần from Pixabay

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I had a birthday this week, and I decided to celebrate all week long. Every day, I did something to observe the occasion. From drinking Dr. Pepper out of a crystal goblet, to getting a pedicure. It was soul refreshing to do something a little extravagant every day; to be aware of things I love to do or see or hear, and make them happen. For someone who has spent most of her life catering to others, it was a blossoming exercise, and I highly recommend it.

Today

A little bit of this and a little bit of that …

I am wearing …

An orange sundress with white polka dots.

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You can’t have a bad day in polka dots.

Anna Kendrick

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Outside my window …

Pale blue skies, dark green evergreens, trembling aspens whispering to each other. The wheat field across the road is in the middle of its transformation from pale green to feathery blonde, a lush backdrop to the vibrant magenta petunias mushrooming out of my big pots on the corner of our property.

In the garden …

The Cowboy’s Grandma’s Hollyhocks are spreading. In a few years they should fill that flowerbed, just like they did at Grandma’s.

In the vegetable patch, I’ve pulled out all the overgrown radishes. They were bountiful and bushy. And tasty! But now they’ve become overgrown and not good for eating. For me, radishes are a vanity vegetable because they sprout quickly and always grow, in all conditions. They make you feel that you are a wonderful gardener. So I always make sure radishes are among the seeds I sow in the spring. They give me a boost when those little sprouts shoot up before anything else.

Birthday delights …

My birthday week began with a book in the mail from a dear reading and writing buddy. In A Year of Wonder, Clemency Burton-Hill tells a behind the scenes story of one classical piece of music each day. And you can find a soundtrack online to go with it. If you know me at all you know I love classical music, and I’m learning something new every day.

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Music, which extends across cultures and boundaries, which requires no translation to be understood, is the most uniting language we have.

Clemency Burton-Hill

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Mom made me something new for every day of my birthday week: quilted fabric baskets in lemony gingham, raspberry jam, crocheted potholders and a dishcloth in rainbow cotton. The amazing thing is that each thing she gave me, she had made that day!

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And of course, all the other birthday greetings were really lovely. From poetry shared by text to the Happy Birthday song sung over the phone, I felt special all week.

In progress …

Writing – A guest blog post on the topic Seasons of Life is in the works. So many ideas have been jotted down. So many ways this could go. I’m also working on a short story for an anthology: a grandma, a little girl, and a three-legged dog. It may or may not be ready to enter into a writing contest this month. And of course, I’m always working on Mom’s story, even if only in my head.

Quilting – I’m working on a new quilt that I chose because I think it’s pretty. It’s full of colourful butterflies on a background of white. I don’t know if it’s for me or someone else, but it doesn’t matter because the reason I quilt is for the joy of sewing and creating. Of course, like any serious quilter, there are a few others on the back burner…

Meanwhile, to switch things up, I’m attempting to make a handbag. We’ll see if I have any talent for this, but it will be fun to find out.

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Summer reading …

There is a temperate zone in the mind, between luxurious indolence and exacting work; and it is to this region, just between laziness and labor, that summer reading belongs.

Henry Ward Beecher

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I would recommend any one of these books, but I’ll highlight only a couple.

I spent a long time reading The Mitfords. These are actual letters exchanged between six sisters born between 1904 and 1920. They were prominent members of British society in the 1930’s and 40’s. Their lives are so interesting because the paths they took couldn’t be more polarizing, and I found myself wondering how these astoundingly unique personalities could have been raised in the same family. Among them are a lifelong fascist, a communist who became an American, a friend of Hitler and who moved in his closest circles, a successful author with a biting tongue. The least prominent sister became a farm manager; the youngest became the Duchess of Devonshire (she lived until 2014). The fascist and the communist didn’t speak or write to one another for over 30 years, but the others’ letters show a warmth for each other despite their radically individual views and life paths.

There are many documentaries on the sisters that you can find online, and BritBox just released a new series on the Mitfords entitled Outrageous. But I like this book because the letters are unfiltered and real, a glimpse into the authentic Mitford sisters.

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Of course, Hilary Mantel will always be one of my favourite writers, for her seemingly effortless ability for clear and beautiful writing. This book was published posthumously, and it’s a collection of some of her essays, articles, and lectures written throughout her life. “Compelling, often very funny, always luminous, it is essential reading from one of our greatest writers.”

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Ink is a generative fluid. If you don’t mean your words to breed consequences, don’t write at all.

Hilary Mantel

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I’m listening to …

The Year of Wonder soundtrack quite a lot over the last week.

But today I’m listening to a jazz playlist, and this. This! Is the epitome of summertime. Turn up the sound to hear all of the instruments clearly. And … is that someone humming in the background?

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Closing thoughts …

Here in Canada we have just come through a long weekend. The holiday Monday is called different things in different provinces. In Alberta it’s Heritage Day, but I think most Canadians just refer to it as August Long and look forward to the extra day off work. The Cowboy and I went to the parade in the little village near us, and from home we could hear the nightly performances taking place all weekend at the Music Festival there.

Well, I hope you enjoyed the coffee and the cake, and the rather long and lazy visit. Do come back soon. Stay safe out there, and see you next time.

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Feature image by Jill Wellington on Pixabay.

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©Joy Bailey scrapsofjoy.com

Dawn, Wind, and Becoming

If you were a bird, and lived on high,

You’d lean on the wind when the wind came by,

You’d say to the wind when it took you away:

That’s where I wanted to go to-day!’

A.A. Milne (from The Complete Poems of Christopher Robin)

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Hello Friend,

What a lovely day for you to stop by. Not too hot, not too cold, the perfect day for a chat on the verandah. Why don’t you have a seat on one of the old-fashioned rocking chairs and I’ll go get us some tea and cookies.

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Image by Irina Savchishina from Pixabay

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I made chocolate chip cookies. Will you have one or two with your tea? There’s cream, sugar, honey, and maple syrup there on the tray for indulgent additions – whatever you prefer.

When I got up this morning, the sun had risen just above the horizon. It cast a golden glow on the trembling aspens, and through the trees long slices of it shimmered on the lawn like soothing light radiating through cathedral windows.

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Adrian Campfield from Pixabay

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The wind has diminished into an oh-so-slight breeze. We’ve had wind for several days, and one evening it was so alarmingly strong that it took down trees in the neighbourhood. The Cowboy had to go hunting for a couple of lawn chairs, but my wind-whipped flowers survived, proving themselves stronger than I would have thought.

I love getting up in the early morning on days like this. I often sit out here on the verandah with my coffee and Morning Journal. Stillness, quiet, meditation. Gratefulness for grace given, in all its forms.

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Grace comes into the soul, as the morning sun into the world; first a dawning; then a light; and at last the sun in its full and excellent brightness.

Thomas Adams

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In the garden, all the vegetables and flowers are planted. Radishes, cucumbers, zucchini, carrots, potatoes are well on their way. Tomatoes look strong and hardy. Tulips have finished their last blazes of colour and I’ve left the leaves to die back, which is good for the bulbs I’m told. To my great joy and satisfaction, the perennials I planted last year – daisies and delphinium – are growing for all they’re worth. And (magical wonder!), the cosmos has reseeded itself and is springing up in little feathery bursts. As each tiny seedling pops up it seems to peep, “Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!”

I’m a seasoned vegetable gardener, but a becoming flower gardener, so these things thrill me to my core.

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Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

Walt Whitman

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Image by Nadine Doerlé from Pixabay

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In the last seven days The Cowboy and I have attended a baptism, a wedding, and a memorial for the son of a friend. Despite affairs happening on the world stage which capture everyone’s attention just now, these life passages carry on, as ever they have done throughout time. We rejoice and we lament – these mere words hold such simplicity, such complexity. In the case of my friend, not only the loss of her son, but the loss of her life with him in it.

Each of these life passages spotlighted young people. Don’t you think that the older we become, the more we understand the significance of these milestones? We contemplate the ripple effects, the ramifications, the actions that lead up to that point. Joy and sorrow, pain and scarring, hope and prospect. Looking forward, looking back.

Each passage, a becoming.

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Praise God in the mystery of our grass-like lives, brief as a wind gust, with storms of pain and arid tracts of sorrow. Praise the soaring, disabling dawns that reach for eternity, last a second, leave a scar of joy.

Stephen Berg

https://growmercy.org/

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Image by Joshua Woroniecki from Pixabay

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Curiously, I haven’t been able to land on only one piece of music to share with you today. So, I’m sharing all three of the songs I couldn’t decide between. If you don’t have time to listen to all three, I believe you will be drawn to the one your soul needs.

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Thank you so much for stopping in today; it’s been wonderful to have this front porch visit. Stay safe out there, and see you next time.

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A night can never defeat the sunrise.

Sumit Sharma

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Feature blossom Image by Екатерина Гусева from Pixabay

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©Joy Bailey scrapsofjoy.com

Flourish

May all the happenings of my life prove useful and beneficial to me. May all things instruct me and afford me an opportunity of exercising some virtue and daily learning and growing toward Thy likeness, and let the world go which way it will.

Susanna Wesley (from The Prayers of Susanna Wesley)

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Hello Friend,

You are a brave one to be out in this cold! Come in, come in! What a treat to have a visit from you on a day like this. Please have a seat by the fire, and feel free to cozy up under the comfy quilt draped over the wing chair.

We had a delightful six-day visit from our youngest grandson, Little Munch. Now that he has returned home and the house has reshuffled its feathers, The Cowboy is back out in his shop working on his antique tractor, refurbishing it so it’ll be ready for work in the spring. And I’ve been sitting at my desk reading and writing, with gentle acoustic guitar playing in the background, and a glorious winter vista out my windows.

I’ve made chamomile tea. Among its many benefits, it helps to reduce stress and anxiety. And we all need a little bit of that in our lives these days. Will you have some with a piece of coffee cake? I made some for Little Munch while he was here (he does love his coffee cake), and there are a few pieces left.

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Image by Erika from Pixabay

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Somehow, January has gone and I don’t know where it has gone. I usually like to spend January reflecting on the year past and thinking about the year ahead, but this year life was unusually busy. And here we are halfway through February!

We’ve had a very cold snap recently, but there is magic yet to be found in -32º weather. The chickadees still call, “Hey Sweetie,” while the frost on twig and branch and ground sparkles in a myriad of diamonds. It looks like everything is charged with tiny twinkling snow fairies. Look! Isn’t it enchanting?

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Image by Anja from Pixabay

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The voice of Nature loudly cries,

And many a message from the skies,

That something in us never dies.

Robert Burns

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Image by Nicky from Pixabay

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I wonder if you’ve been feeling the heaviness that seems to permeate the world lately. There’s tension and combativeness in the air; people are quick to lash out at the smallest idea or action or opinion. So many think their way is the right way; there is no sense of compromise, of love, of kindness. It makes one want to hide away until the universe resolves itself.

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The world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. — W.B. Yeats

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Hiding away may serve your mental health for a time, but hiding away is not the answer. If the pandemic taught me anything it was that, as the world felt crazier, bigger, and more out of control, I had to look closer at the happenings in my own sphere, and those beings within my realm of influence. I looked for scraps of joy that revealed themselves the more I looked for them. They are there; you just need to look on purpose.

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In a world gone mad, small things turn big bad wheels.

In my little corner, gargantuan things happen:

The hollyhocks are blooming.

Joy Bailey

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There are ways to flourish in times like these. Kindness, for instance. Kindness is so remarkably rare that people are surprised by it when it happens to them. They’re so conditioned to the current atmosphere of teeth-clenching and fighting back, that kindness takes them off guard. In a world gone mad, where we want to do something that makes sense, kindness is something we can DO.

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Life is short, And we do not have much time to gladden the hearts of those who make the journey with us. So … be swift to love, and make haste to be kind. And the blessing of God, who made us, who loves us, and who travels with us be with you now and forever. Amen

Henri Frédéric Amiel

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Image by Karl Egger from Pixabay

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I’m so very glad you stopped in on this wintry day. I hope it’s a little warmer for our next visit. Stay safe out there, and see you next time.

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Feature Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay

Favourites on Christmas Eve

Christmas is a together sort of holiday.

Winnie the Pooh

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Hello Friend,

I wonder if you are spending this evening with friends and family. If you are, how blessed are you! If you’re alone this evening, you’re welcome by my fire. Please, come in!

Leave your snowy boots by the door and let’s hang your coat right here. Here’s a basket of cozy slippers, please help yourself to whatever suits your fancy. Would you like the easy chair by the Christmas tree or the wing chair by the fireplace? Feel free to wrap up in the cozy Christmas quilt too.

Now, I’ve got hot apple cider, or the punch I make every Christmas; either one in a festive cup. Which would you prefer with your Christmas cookies?

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The tree is lit and decorated with my favourite ornaments, gifts wrapped and arranged under it. Flameless candles and twinkle lights flicker here and there, and soft music plays.

I thought I’d share a few of my Christmas favourites this evening, things I love or keep returning to.

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Favourite Punch Recipe …

THE BEST PUNCH
2-1/2 cups pineapple juice
1 qt. lime sherbet (I can't seem to find lime anymore, so I just use whatever flavour available)
1 qt. softened vanilla ice cream

Put in punch bowl and fill with 1 large bottle gingerale or 7-up
Makes 20 8-oz. servings.

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Favourite Ornaments …

I have six pairs of booties on my tree, one to represent each grandchild. Every year when I hang them on the tree, my mind goes back to each of their births, and the years that have followed. Little Man, our eldest, is now eleven. How time flies!

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Grandchildren are living reminders of what we’re really here for.

Janet Lanese

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Favourite Christmas Books …

The fact that I’ve read each of these before, and am now reading them again, is testament to how much I love them, especially at Christmas time.

Shepherds Abiding is from Jan Karon’s Mitford series. If you’re familiar with Father Tim and the delightful, quirky citizens of Mitford you’ll understand why this is such a cozy Christmassy read.

Christmas Bells jumps between two eras: present-day Boston where a dedicated music teacher faces struggles with her music program, and 1860’s Cambridge, Massachusetts, where Henry Wadsworth Longfellow faces his own deeply personal grief during the civil war. The two stories become entwined around Longfellow’s poem, I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day. The novel reminds us why “we must continue to hear glad tidings even as we are tested by strife.”

Once Upon a Wardrobe tells the fictional story of Megs, a brilliant Oxford physics student who becomes acquainted with C.S. Lewis because her young dying brother is enamoured with the new book, The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe, and has questions for the author. In the end, “the gift she thought she was giving to her brother–the story behind Narnia–turns out to be his gift to her, instead: hope.”

I recommend any and all of them.

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… humanity’s most precious commodity [is] time–Not love, … not because it’s less important, but because you can run out of time, while love can be endlessly replenished.

Jennifer Chiaverini, Christmas Bells

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Favourite Christmas Puzzle:

We have done this puzzle every Christmas for almost thirty years. Amazingly, it’s not missing any pieces, although one piece was once glued together but now isn’t anymore, and another piece bears the teeth marks of one of our cats from years ago. In our house, A Charlie Brown Christmas was a staple Christmas show, and we waited every year with anticipation for a night when everyone was home to watch it. It didn’t quite feel like Christmas until Charlie Brown and his friends had sung Hark the Herald Angels Sing.

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And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, ‘Fear not: for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the City of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.’ And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.’

[Luke 2:8-14]

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That’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.

[A Charlie Brown Christmas]

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Favourite Christmas Carol

Most Christmas Carols are my favourites, but this year I keep returning to this one. It has become my favourite rendition of Away in a Manger.

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Thank you for this special Christmas Eve visit. It’s been wonderful to have your company. Merry Christmas! Stay safe out there, and see you next time.

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