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But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day. ~Benjamin Disraeli
Inviting you to join me in my Monday ritual with your own then.and.now
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We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. ~Thornton Wilder
-- Harvesting... more to come!
-- Sharing a little watermelon after a late dinner with these marvelous friends/neighbors.
-- Why not take a run through the sprinkler in your pj's after doing chicken chores?
-- Chickens and their gracious eggs.
-- Last year, this tree gave us hmmmm, six? apples. This year... Woot!!
-- These two sharing a snack after a bike ride.
-- Despite the lack of sun in the garden, our kale harvest has been non-stop!
-- "Wear Ema's gloves"
-- To know and love this little dreamer.
We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. ~Thornton Wilder
-- These beauties ... growing to the next size but still baby feet.
-- Lately, I've been consumed by wanting to live near the water... then I came across this quote on someone's blog (was it yours? let me know so I can link)...
"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for." - Epicurus
Ruminating so obsessively about being someplace else, I almost missed the beauty in the moss growing between the flagstone in our front yard. I miss the water, but I do love where I live.
-- Plans to climb a 14er (14,000 foot mountain) with my Mom and siblings to celebrate her 70th birthday were thwarted when she sprained her ankle and knee five weeks ago. So instead, we did this...
-- ...and this. This game ties our family together and has for many generations. Here Avi getting his first taste of Euchre from his Uncle Rick and Uncle Gene.
-- Uncle Gene's whiskers.
-- Our vacation rental included a treasure map.
-- Our visit to the county fair. Making Grandpa Berner Proud.
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-- Two weeks ago, a tired Ema at her wits end (as the going-to-sleep-process was once again weighing heavy on us all) drags the futon mattress from the spare room into Avi's room. And this is how his room stayed...
-- ...until Sunday, when Avi and I took the crib apart together, using "tools" and the futon became his temporary big boy bed. The going-to-sleep-process is down from 3-4 hours to 15-45 minutes! Woot!!! I guess he was ready!