I am grateful to my mom for encouraging my creative spirit. She wouldn’t complain if we made a mess in the name of art or cooking or building a fort. We would clean up after, but didn’t have to worry about it during the process. Getting messy still helps me generate new ideas.
Folks can sense – a contagion of spring
Touched with anticipation – of bells to ring
In his hands, the glass was magic—a thing of beauty, with characteristics as unique as a diamond. Like tarot cards, Mr. Wetherington read the glass.
How would you like one simple tool that delivers easier cooking and healthier nutrition? It’s almost a magic wand for cooks.
Turning our back on the the clarion call to shop and buy, we’re instead celebrating these days and nights of decreased light with a peaceful inner light that says seasons greetings in a more elemental way.
“Nature’s not about sanitation; it’s about balance.” I love his thought. He goes on to say that our attempted “control” of nature throws fragile systems completely out of whack.
They said it was a foot-bone from a Torontosaurus.
One problem attractive small towns face is their very attractiveness. What draws visitors and new citizens and makes for community pride often interests developers wanting to develop.
by Anne-Marie Simons Distinction Press, Waitsfield Vermont, publisher Travel books, books about moving overseas, books that examine the culture of a country and its people (how unique we all are!), and books about delectable cuisines and cooking all tickle my fancy. So it was fated that I’d love Taking Root in Provence—a single book that [...]
He cast his eye about the place, and offered the opinion that it took a strange person to want to live “in a swamp”.
… when I put on my hiking boots, he’s very attentive. Then he’s doggy-on-the-spot. Couldn’t be more helpful. Eager. Carries my car keys. Starts the ignition. Drives way too fast. Honks at cats.
To face the new year – with a renewal of our spirit
What we cannot impact – try then to not hear it
gadgets, gadgets, gadgets. But the message is always the same:
I just read one small book that allowed me to finally be comfortable with a lifetime of a gnawing need to create and a dissatisfaction with much of my culture.
Snapshot of El Olivar (EL OH-LI-Var) by Marcia Hay When you drive about an hour northeast of Madrid, Spain, and then through olive groves and farming fields, there is what appears to be the quaint farming village of El Olivar. However, if approached from the south, the village appears as a typical hill town perched [...]
If a pollster or market researcher were to solicit my opinion of the greatest invention in human history, I would answer “the library.”
Our cherished places can go away. Main Streets, for instance. But Orrin Thiessen’s proving how New Urbanism design can bring them back.
Maybe it’s the spice of the lusty pirates who hid out in these waters, or maybe it’s the current crop of wide-ranging buccaneers who moor their yachts here while passage-making on the Intracoastal Waterway (ICW) who deliver the flavor. A port city’s always a bit saucy.