Autumn · home · Monday

An acorn from the house next door

A sweet blue runner on the kitchen table makes a rather cheery statement along with a set of diminutive salt and pepper shakers and a pot of tiny chrysanthemums.

The small bowl is filled with gatherings from walks around the neighborhood.

Eastern Hemlock pinecones from the big tree that grows just at the edge of the driveway, Beech nut shells from the giant tree in the playground where I work, some chestnut shells from the tree at Crocker park just above the swing where Joe and I sit to watch the sunset, and a few acorns from a white oak tree which grows along the roadside on my way to the market.

When my daughters were very young we started the tradition of having a bowl or pretty serving platter in which we would place a few natural things we that we had found outside. It was either on the dining room table or on a table in the entryway. Nature has such beauty and so I have continued this tradition even though my daughters are now all grown up and in their own homes.

Make it pretty Monday

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Autumn · Hopie · Monday


The fun

My grandson has a swing in the side yard of their new house. He thinks it’s pretty fun to swing away on a sunny afternoon.

The good

My granddaughter is healing well from her cleft palate surgery.

The random

I haven’t seen a praying mantis in years but this one was on the deck at work one day last week. They are so prehistoric looking.

The good, the random, the fun

Autumn · Seeking Sabbath

Seeking Sabbath

No foul language should come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for needed edification, that it may impart grace to those who hear. And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with which you were sealed for the day of redemption. All bitterness, fury, anger, shouting, and reviling must be removed from you, along with all malice. And be kind to one another, compassionate, forgiving one another as God has forgiven you in Christ.

Ephesians 4:29-32

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Autumn · kinfolk · Out and about

Joe’s sons

Joe and I got a chance to go out for a bite to eat at the Barnacle. We had Bloody Mary’s, a cup of chowder, and we shared a seafood platter. The food was delicious and the view of the harbour was stunning.

Joe’s oldest son , Ryan, came up for a quick overnight visit. It was wonderful to have all three of his boys in the house on Sunday!

The leaves of the chestnut at Crocker park are falling now. I noticed that the chestnuts are very few and small. I wonder if it is because the tree is old or if this is a bad year for chestnuts in general.

My granddaughter had surgery to repair the cleft in her palate. All went well and she will be able to go home today.

I love this old book and put it into a place of prominence every autumn. It was published in 1937 and has beautiful illustrations at the beginning of every chapter.

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Autumn · our house


I believe this book was a library cast off. It’s entitled Leaves Their plans in time and Legend. It was written by a man named Vernon Quinn and published in 1937.

I can’t say that I have ever read through the entire book but it is beautifully illustrated with pen and ink drawings at the beginning of each chapter and little doodles of leaves interspersed throughout the pages.

It is, in actuality, about leaves and has chapters on shapes of leaves, curious leaves, fragrant leaves, and even poisonous leaves.

In Robert Frost’s poem, October, he writes:

Begin the hours of this day slow,

Make the day seem, to us, less brief…

Release one leaf at break of day, at noon release another leaf,

One from our trees, one far away.

Instagram and Pinterest are filled with posts about how to live a slow life. It seems to me that all one has to do is find an old, discarded book and sit under the shade of a tree of an afternoon.

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Hopie · In the garden · kinfolk · Out and about

A view of the harbour

The good

Joe and I walked around the corner to have lunch at the Barnacle. I had a cup of lobster bisque, he had a bowl of chowder and we split a seafood platter. We also had bloody Mary’s. The view of the harbour was outstanding as usual and the food was delicious!

The random

I happened to catch a butterfly on one of the sunflowers across the street as I was walking into the house the other day. There are two butterfly bushes in the neighborhood as well so they have plenty of choices as to where to eat.

The fun

We went to visit Bonnie, Dad and the children last weekend. Verne is deciding which kind of ice cream is available to me at his “ice cream stand.” He finally told me that strawberry was all the ice cream that he had.

the good, the random, the fun

Hopie · kinfolk · summer

On a Sunday in September

Sunday morning in my mum’s kitchen. My mum, Joe, and I went up to see Bonnie, Dan and the children on Sunday. I popped downstairs to see what time she wanted to leave in the morning and her kitchen looked so pretty.

When these two apartments in old town Marblehead first became available both she and I were a bit apprehensive about living so close to each other. It has turned out to be such a blessing though. We each have our own space and yet we are close enough to keep an eye on one another. We share dinners, we help when needed, and we are able to enjoy the company of one another as well.

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kinfolk · our house · summer

Mum’s kitchen

At the beginning of the summer season Joe and I moved into a second floor flat and my mum moved into the first floor flat just beneath us. They are a mirror image of each other and we often laugh at how similar our decorating styles are. It wouldn’t be that far a stretch for a visitor to get confused about which apartment they were in.

At first we were all a little hesitant about living so close to one another. Everything is turning out well though and our worries were for naught.

Last weekend we all went to visit my daughter together and it was very sweet for my mum to be able to visit with her great-grandchildren.

Last night I had to make a few stops on the way home from work and my mum texted my cell to make sure I was Okay…

At the end of the day it’s the little things that we do for each other that make us feel loved and appreciated…and while I got a bit of a chuckle out of the fact that I am 56 years old and am getting calls from my mother when I’m late coming home…it’s truly a blessing to be here with her and know that we are nearby if she needs us.

And if I get into an accident on the way home and fall into a ditch where no one can see me and all I have is a half a bottle of water and one small candy bar…and I don’t have clean underwear on…I know I can depend upon my mum to text me and save my life…because she loves me.

Little things Thursday