A Thought For the Upcoming Year
“Let go or be dragged.” ~American Proverb
Perfect Harmony
A special thank you to Doug Frassa for this lovely photograph. “Peace begins with a smile…” ~Mother Teresa
The Weekly Bleat: Goodness and Light
“Do You Hear What I Hear?” is a song written in October 1962, with lyrics by Noël Regney and music by Gloria Shayne Baker. This song was written as a plea for peace during the Cuban Missile Crisis. “Said the night wind to the little lamb, do you see what I see?” “Pray for peace, people everywhere.” ~Noël […]
Tuesday Tunes: Holiday
Originally posted on fourth generation farmgirl:
As a child of the 80’s, I grew up listening to Madonna and Cyndi Lauper as well as other artists; however, in eighth grade, I was probably more of a Cyndi Lauper fan. Much to my mother’s chagrin, I occasionally sneaked out of the house wearing iridescent pink and green eyeshadows applied in a…
Tuesday Tunes: Silent Night
Tuesday Tunes: Something Festive
The house is decorated, the Christmas tree is up, and things are starting to look merry and bright on Green Hill Farm. Instead of trimming the tree in the usual sheep and chicken theme, I pulled out my antique ornaments that I’ve collected for many years. Most of them are circa 1940s and 1950s, but there are a few gems […]
Tuesday Tunes
Tuesday Tunes
Here are some shots of Clementine Kitty breaking in our new braided rug. She’s demonstrating more of a slide than a strut, but you get the picture. I think she may have worn herself out in the end. At least, she did a thorough job of leaving her scent…EVERYWHERE. Oh well, the joys of cat parenthood! 😉 Happy Tuesday! […]
Happy Anniversary, Farmguy!
Nineteen years ago, Farmguy and I were married near a town in Virginia called…wait for it—Farmville, at a charming bed and breakfast surrounded by friends and family. Today’s Tuesday Tune is the song we danced to on our special day. Love you, Farmguy! xoxo
Tuesday Tunes: Unconquerable Soul
Bermuda “Invictus” Victorian poem by English poet, William Ernest Henley 1849-1903 Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Because….. sometimes, life is a little like a difficult relationship. “Knock me down it’s all in vain, I get right back on my feet again.” ~Pat Benetar
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