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A Bundle of Myrrh

"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13

Archive for the ‘Daybook’ Category

Daybook – Summer

Saturday, July 7th, 2018

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Living Seasonally

Summer seems like it would the season to kick back and relax a little. It’s not. The schedule fills up, Phil is still busy as ever and the days fly by. But at least there’s ice cream and watermelon and iced tea on the porch.

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Daybook – Winter

Wednesday, February 14th, 2018

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Living Seasonally

You can ask my Mama if you don’t believe me, but for years I did not very much care for seasons like Spring or Easter. I’m not really sure why, they just weren’t the ones I looked forward to. But I can say now having lived where there is a true season of Winter, the coming of Spring is a welcomed gift. I’m always ready for Spring once it arrives and I have Winter to thank for that.

I do enjoy the Winter while it’s here. Well, some of it not the dangerous horrible parts of it, like driving on ice or getting a chill down to your bones.

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Winter Daybook – Turning Pages

Sunday, February 11th, 2018

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It’s a particular delight of mine, seeing my babies reading. And when I see one baby reading to another baby my heart is fit to burst. I don’t know if there’s really a way to “make kids readers” and I don’t know if they will always like reading but I’m so thankful that for now this is one way they all enjoy spending their time alone, with one another and with Mama.
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Daybook – Fall Again

Wednesday, October 4th, 2017

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Living Seasonally 

Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!
Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne,
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand
Outstretched with benedictions o’er the land,
Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!
Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
So long beneath the heaven’s o’er-hanging eaves;
Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers attended;
Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;
And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!

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The Fall decorations are going up in the house. A new cozy throw is on the couch. Our weather is back and forth. When Fall began it was too HOT to even think about cozy throws, I held off on putting that out so I wouldn’t gag.
But our days are finally starting to be more pleasant, warm or cool and rainy, but pleasant. And as always as I begin to prepare for this next season my brain shorts a circuit from excitement and too many wonderful ideas I know I’ll never get around to.

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