tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25041501883953210592024-03-05T20:18:00.550-05:00Morning MusingsCathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.comBlogger339125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-80836220491466664492023-11-21T16:58:00.005-05:002023-11-22T04:49:10.979-05:00The Bee Cottage Story<p> </p><p>Have you read this book yet? </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8wfnBoZNJ5Uco5lK7hcSZzK-7Bbq-2BDmT_lH4nBwBaRO9D3yhVijGl8zkc0P5VIu-ZWsM6jchjxvrR5XN6q9A2GtemObB59Er0ihuFI26X7__BZYz231sNHPj7dgh5HXKvpqO3ww_v2dJ6866Hw4Cfkrn-8JAznZxOrAXExg-QLP52UzRU_pii_azvw/s1084/Image.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1084" data-original-width="1074" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8wfnBoZNJ5Uco5lK7hcSZzK-7Bbq-2BDmT_lH4nBwBaRO9D3yhVijGl8zkc0P5VIu-ZWsM6jchjxvrR5XN6q9A2GtemObB59Er0ihuFI26X7__BZYz231sNHPj7dgh5HXKvpqO3ww_v2dJ6866Hw4Cfkrn-8JAznZxOrAXExg-QLP52UzRU_pii_azvw/w634-h640/Image.jpg" width="634"></a></div>Frances Schultz writes for Veranda magazine and House Beautiful and has written several books, as well as hosting the cable show Southern Living Presents. She also paints. The book begins as a memoir. I skimmed that part and went to the decorating part which includes decorating tips and lots of photos. I soon started over at the beginning because I wanted to get to know more about Frances. Her choice of house and decorating style told me a lot about who she was, and I wanted to get the facts about her life. It's the same the other way around when it comes to people in my life. I have the facts about them, but I also need to see where they live so that when I think about them I can "see" them in their personal space. <br><p><span></span></p><a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-bee-cottage-story.html#more"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-6541898758534420482023-10-19T20:08:00.001-04:002023-10-19T20:08:32.117-04:00Autumn Memories<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>🎵<a href="https://youtu.be/fZ3_IJtwDsI?si=_nJq09oUypZWn7Sn" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Autumn Leaves</span></a>🎵</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMyKgDo3ucZg7mLVllciwwSaKWOUYvZ6NARby0SwR0ZdDBMQ70lCs3jRcY36aas9BFbfrXJzAkkKvKd1u3N51NuV5HPSL9vc_W8tqQeC6UJsbbolTRGBJlQ4DyZztyUOTIj5t4P2GRpYFVttb8xRegqjEhgB2GoCYk-D-IenrzHFacRNF3YnJ398HOu0/s3626/IMG_6403.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1791" data-original-width="3626" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMyKgDo3ucZg7mLVllciwwSaKWOUYvZ6NARby0SwR0ZdDBMQ70lCs3jRcY36aas9BFbfrXJzAkkKvKd1u3N51NuV5HPSL9vc_W8tqQeC6UJsbbolTRGBJlQ4DyZztyUOTIj5t4P2GRpYFVttb8xRegqjEhgB2GoCYk-D-IenrzHFacRNF3YnJ398HOu0/w640-h316/IMG_6403.jpeg" width="640"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click on photo to enlarge</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tasha Tudor's book, Season's of Delight, is a pop-up book about the delights of each season. The above is her Autumn page. She has two other books exclusively about the different seasons: A Time to Keep and Around the Year. In 2015 I did a post on Take Joy Society using <a href="https://takejoysociety.blogspot.com/2015/10/october.html" target="_blank">Tasha's October photos from A Time to Keep</a>. These are from Around the Year. . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU_zAf0xOKyccSlN3nrITGmaQrI_fq0ghbyRxIRMe_v7H130pYVTA1MN6gB8arEKKcyEsodxwnFXsJ3ysgdg5wWlqFuVVJuCCsKVlPctYIv5qMptEFBSTJ5gaCwEdZhcnFU_sb7-VN9k82Ipd_yz70PHxa5jArbH9-eaSHtd6cyqVPniuCHmFFMG9_S5Q/s3896/IMG_6404.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1613" data-original-width="3896" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU_zAf0xOKyccSlN3nrITGmaQrI_fq0ghbyRxIRMe_v7H130pYVTA1MN6gB8arEKKcyEsodxwnFXsJ3ysgdg5wWlqFuVVJuCCsKVlPctYIv5qMptEFBSTJ5gaCwEdZhcnFU_sb7-VN9k82Ipd_yz70PHxa5jArbH9-eaSHtd6cyqVPniuCHmFFMG9_S5Q/w640-h264/IMG_6404.jpeg" width="640"></a></div><br><span></span><a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2023/10/autumn-memories.html#more"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-41764686320673555152023-05-13T19:31:00.001-04:002023-05-13T19:31:43.037-04:00A Walk Through My Woods and Gardens<p>Won't you join me for a walk through my woods and garden today. There was break in the rain in the beginning, but soon <a href="https://youtu.be/51EsG2BWwOc" target="_blank">a soft rain accompanied me on my walk</a>. . . </p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">The Enchanted Woods beckons us to enter...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoolecQTsn50hkbJLlduoncg4O59tGAqnegyCdlCiiSR9IpK_PvUL1sfK1BTxY8RbpiiiQEE8AOPdxsE0GCWEw_yW4qnr6-jsES76OhMLutzJKfHmFkh0pjGc37URw8mv9y14NnpDmDEB2KRQBet6ZqASKpcjVC7vR_9ciwg2DAZz2TBVdvcB-uxSk/s4608/P5130056.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoolecQTsn50hkbJLlduoncg4O59tGAqnegyCdlCiiSR9IpK_PvUL1sfK1BTxY8RbpiiiQEE8AOPdxsE0GCWEw_yW4qnr6-jsES76OhMLutzJKfHmFkh0pjGc37URw8mv9y14NnpDmDEB2KRQBet6ZqASKpcjVC7vR_9ciwg2DAZz2TBVdvcB-uxSk/w640-h480/P5130056.JPG" width="640"></a></div><span></span><a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2023/05/a-walk-through-my-woods-and-gardens.html#more"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-18976939412726067992022-08-09T15:55:00.000-04:002022-08-09T15:55:01.941-04:00It Starts With a Seed<p style="text-align: center;"> "You're like the seed from which a plant grows: Almost everything you need to be fully who you are is already inside of you---waiting for the things that nurture you, the things that bring you to life." </p><p style="text-align: center;">--<i>Magnolia Journal summer 2022</i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i><br></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Ck0EB638IWAJ54F_6OWS9seeTwJGivohlTf0Br18xlqEXVhGEGWVOd_HVZUS96U975NkWnhH1APq9SEASBimxmmytGAVujtTX-g6yZnj_bPpRvNb_c6GQqjKDqjVWGcsVj6rMf76Bp5mK9-pbJeP1md2p3VtzYTnWQeMeWX9UkfGKxAkoqrq64gq/s1600/IMG_0143.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Ck0EB638IWAJ54F_6OWS9seeTwJGivohlTf0Br18xlqEXVhGEGWVOd_HVZUS96U975NkWnhH1APq9SEASBimxmmytGAVujtTX-g6yZnj_bPpRvNb_c6GQqjKDqjVWGcsVj6rMf76Bp5mK9-pbJeP1md2p3VtzYTnWQeMeWX9UkfGKxAkoqrq64gq/w640-h480/IMG_0143.JPG" width="640"></a></div><span></span><a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2022/08/it-starts-with-seed.html#more"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-56613325016201279812022-06-23T18:36:00.000-04:002022-06-23T18:36:05.236-04:00All Passion Spent<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy;">There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy;">that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy;">--seen on a tombstone in England</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The same could be said about reading a book. This was brought home to me by a book published in 1932 by Vita Sackville-West. I was familiar with Vita Sackville-West because Susan Branch visited Sissinghurst in May 2012 and wrote about it in her book "<a href="http://shopping.susanbranch.com/A-Fine-Romance--P2538C115.aspx" target="_blank">A Fine Romance</a>." She also blogged about it <a href="https://susanbranch.com/2012/05/20/sissinghurst-castle-garden-vita-sackville-west-garden-design-portrait-of-a-marriage-wild-garden/" target="_blank">HERE</a>. This led me in June that year to read Vita's son's book about his parents, "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Portrait-Marriage-Sackville-West-Harold-Nicolson/dp/0226583570?asin=0226583570&revisionId=&format=4&depth=1" target="_blank">Portrait of a Marriage</a>," and her grandson's book, "<a href="https://www.thebooktrail.com/book-trails/sissinghurst-an-unfinished-history/" target="_blank">Sissinghurst: An Unfinished History</a>." </div><span></span><a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2022/06/all-passion-spent.html#more"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-71515617950070032742022-06-07T17:02:00.001-04:002022-06-07T17:09:03.226-04:00Shepherdstown Back Alley Garden Tour<p>Last month Ken and I went on the Back Alley Garden Tour in Shepherdstown, WV. . . </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AZQSd7ZI6RXGpSUa6vhthV2MkPbx-QQsVmRHvTVpSelJx3dvNDz6vcBdkJLjyHXjXECuufeeO8QYDQPIoNR_4NWqMZByxHpwsXfr24h0N1NvsfqzDBnk97ewq0AUXsZepP8BSOaW-1sJEFXzKa34AcCQJ0BBFIhC_pi4F9T-fDpadQdCFVXkDFtC/s3507/FB15DE1E-C9E4-4BDA-AB32-DDC63D91F0D9_1_201_a.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3507" data-original-width="2142" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AZQSd7ZI6RXGpSUa6vhthV2MkPbx-QQsVmRHvTVpSelJx3dvNDz6vcBdkJLjyHXjXECuufeeO8QYDQPIoNR_4NWqMZByxHpwsXfr24h0N1NvsfqzDBnk97ewq0AUXsZepP8BSOaW-1sJEFXzKa34AcCQJ0BBFIhC_pi4F9T-fDpadQdCFVXkDFtC/w390-h640/FB15DE1E-C9E4-4BDA-AB32-DDC63D91F0D9_1_201_a.heic" width="390"></a></div><br><p>It was a beautiful day to be wandering through other people's gardens. We parked the car and walked to all 22 gardens in a few hours, stopping to eat our picnic lunch on a bench mid-way. </p><p><span></span></p><a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2022/06/shepherdstown-back-alley-garden-tour.html#more"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-81344081073879095172022-05-21T10:28:00.001-04:002022-05-21T19:38:25.558-04:00Maryland House & Garden Pilgrimage - Baltimore County<p><br></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRFAeoeuKF0jztWI8_mQEwrszDV9yf6wE6173wC4YS_pth8Ip1-jo26mhD-YAlXzAhIou-4NvnwAKTinII64c-4XuC132rLNYKLRYWE9J5vHcIc5P6ZiL0htJTs8iD35Zdf08PqQASo75-2GLD06V6XZjYAZhvvquPlPPn__QbfJC8pqERV5U3cCaU/s1392/EDFA5C1E-70DC-4237-8D8D-680E6DBDC7E6_1_201_a.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1392" data-original-width="888" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRFAeoeuKF0jztWI8_mQEwrszDV9yf6wE6173wC4YS_pth8Ip1-jo26mhD-YAlXzAhIou-4NvnwAKTinII64c-4XuC132rLNYKLRYWE9J5vHcIc5P6ZiL0htJTs8iD35Zdf08PqQASo75-2GLD06V6XZjYAZhvvquPlPPn__QbfJC8pqERV5U3cCaU/w408-h640/EDFA5C1E-70DC-4237-8D8D-680E6DBDC7E6_1_201_a.jpeg" width="408"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div>When a garden tour includes a house tour it makes for a much more interesting time. When you get to meet the owner it is even more interesting! Last weekend we went on such a tour in the Worthington Valley area of Baltimore County. The day was overcast with misting rain but after the first house I was able to put my umbrella away. I've included the write-up from the Tour pamphlet:<p></p><span></span><a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2022/05/maryland-house-garden-pilgrimage.html#more"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-26264234032315489792022-05-09T20:29:00.004-04:002022-05-10T15:18:32.159-04:00Secret Gardens<p></p><div style="text-align: left;">Welcome to my garden! Please enter through the garden gate and find solace for your soul......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDerZ8k2m46JLBecewcj9XbKkVvMBHn1p2gy4vv_7tZ6g1jqdK1zGz0fF3LbC0R5na55lBisbdXy3BHfw4F7eqCsurZj4P9fj6uM8pUf99BVr8eyapPcE_7o9_kFn0TKFZfY95loeZzCpCSvwxiigeRHSTsU3n5glHUX0tLOlkEXwDVl7UuCuMBFsX/s4608/E6E59200-3763-486D-BCDA-67002F87D6C8_1_201_a.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="607" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDerZ8k2m46JLBecewcj9XbKkVvMBHn1p2gy4vv_7tZ6g1jqdK1zGz0fF3LbC0R5na55lBisbdXy3BHfw4F7eqCsurZj4P9fj6uM8pUf99BVr8eyapPcE_7o9_kFn0TKFZfY95loeZzCpCSvwxiigeRHSTsU3n5glHUX0tLOlkEXwDVl7UuCuMBFsX/w808-h607/E6E59200-3763-486D-BCDA-67002F87D6C8_1_201_a.jpeg" width="808"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><span></span></div><a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2022/05/secret-gardens.html#more"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-82203962728222194032022-03-23T17:19:00.003-04:002022-10-15T05:38:12.427-04:00View from My Window<p style="text-align: center;">🎶<a href="https://youtu.be/Tss_o2bpTfg" target="_blank">Rainy Spring Day</a>🎶</p><p>In 2015 Morning Musings featured a monthly post called View From My Window. It was my idea of a Discussion Group where I'd ask a question and my readers would leave a comment. By November I realized we should introduce ourselves, so I did a <a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2015/11/view-outside-my-window-november.html" target="_blank">Getting to Know You post</a>. In 2016 I changed the title to More or Less because I'd shown you every view from my windows by then. By 2017 I was writing less and less. Last year I only wrote five posts as compared to 48 in 2016.</p><p>Since the beginning of the year I've been rereading my Morning Musings posts and all the comments and realize how much I've missed all of you! So I hope to gather us all together again. I'll start with this view....</p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixSeD2A0SBeX9W1o3kPWqgZ1ffABgAp4BvE4e6uSIIolKNQMzTNQtXn512OrpZb9pLjyUtohcZay6HJ1KSefJiClftk0dd3A1LMS9iA2QMEpu8vwvslTbND-DxdTYvIeahDzsV_USkwOq0IbCktN8k47hXk5SkRTZZRF5B5kAEJoPpFTesMuhplUVy/s4608/5C854982-7F58-4094-854D-35E9BC674EDB_1_201_a.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="653" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixSeD2A0SBeX9W1o3kPWqgZ1ffABgAp4BvE4e6uSIIolKNQMzTNQtXn512OrpZb9pLjyUtohcZay6HJ1KSefJiClftk0dd3A1LMS9iA2QMEpu8vwvslTbND-DxdTYvIeahDzsV_USkwOq0IbCktN8k47hXk5SkRTZZRF5B5kAEJoPpFTesMuhplUVy/w829-h653/5C854982-7F58-4094-854D-35E9BC674EDB_1_201_a.jpeg" width="829"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from my kitchen window</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><span></span><a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2022/03/view-from-my-window.html#more"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-36812618345622614792022-02-05T12:06:00.007-05:002022-10-15T05:36:34.228-04:00Ta-Dah! Redux<p style="text-align: center;"> "Relax--You May Only Have a Few Minutes Left" --Loretta LaRoche</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvWAay1cDlKu_0oJU5KuJDNbHUmZ2Vj2dGRCFKqoXl7HC3dErYcqVP2kBxedwHZJ87gk_6ZhK5wxshgJnnxEYtmp-Od1a5Sey-od5QvXTK4oqZ3YHdEYmsGG5oQyWyXLKagv-jXKHSnepSvY0zY1J5l474aIe8h2DfxqAMb3z9MYGC8GMxOgFqCh9L=s1783" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="1783" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvWAay1cDlKu_0oJU5KuJDNbHUmZ2Vj2dGRCFKqoXl7HC3dErYcqVP2kBxedwHZJ87gk_6ZhK5wxshgJnnxEYtmp-Od1a5Sey-od5QvXTK4oqZ3YHdEYmsGG5oQyWyXLKagv-jXKHSnepSvY0zY1J5l474aIe8h2DfxqAMb3z9MYGC8GMxOgFqCh9L=w640-h212" width="640"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hank Ketcham's Dennis the Menace Wise Guy</td></tr></tbody></table><br><p>Mr. Wilson has some good advice above. With the Pandemic dragging on we may not be in the fast lane so much, but we certainly are all having to deal with the stress of negotiating life with all the changes COVID is forcing us to make. Slowing down our run-away thoughts and gaining a new perspective is what we need now.</p><span></span><a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2022/02/ta-dah-redux.html#more"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-73785273847519155622021-12-29T19:47:00.001-05:002022-01-01T11:29:53.636-05:00 If All I Have is Now<p style="text-align: center;"> "If all I have is NOW, where will I look for joy?' </p><p style="text-align: center;">-- Mark Nepo, "Book of Awakening"</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTH8ALpTZ3ZVuvJBc81osCeG9eO3ZK_tpo9sblO187MY4JIsl8eanbb33x1TCsOe-Csi8-K6mbqHRbBGcsbr5SGjwQ7plouWYWs4soFK2bqMWc7HejroTKfahc9UfmncklNAXnBEAndBMlM97LTdIp3NYEFceMegXbuDqABiBPk4AYMmncyPB_72PR=s1994" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1594" data-original-width="1994" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTH8ALpTZ3ZVuvJBc81osCeG9eO3ZK_tpo9sblO187MY4JIsl8eanbb33x1TCsOe-Csi8-K6mbqHRbBGcsbr5SGjwQ7plouWYWs4soFK2bqMWc7HejroTKfahc9UfmncklNAXnBEAndBMlM97LTdIp3NYEFceMegXbuDqABiBPk4AYMmncyPB_72PR=w640-h512" width="640"></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">This year, 2021, I've been rereading Mark Nepo's "Book of Awakening" along with Gay Hendricks' "A Year of Living Consciously." 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Is anyone else having a different sort of Christmas this year.....again? I gave leave to my three sons several years ago to stay in their own homes now that they were married and two had children. It was only right because after I left home I never went home at all at Christmas. My parents lived a day's drive away as did Ken's parents, but even if they'd lived closer I wanted to make my own Christmas traditions. </p><span></span><p>It was ten Christmases before we had a child to celebrate with us so our tradition was to go out to eat at a lovely restaurant in an old mansion that we only dined at on Christmas Day. Then we'd drive into Washington, DC to view the National Christmas Tree and all the beautiful decorations. Sometimes we'd go to see a heartwarming movie.</p><p>After we had children Santa Claus took center stage after all the church activities leading up to Christmas had taken place. I'd be up late Christmas Eve writing a poem with clues for each child's presents that I'd hid about the house. </p><p>With the boys celebrating in their own homes now, we're gathering as a family earlier in December to celebrate together. Because of the Pandemic, we are once again celebrating individually with each son and his family. It certainly is less hectic! But there is something about being all together that makes Christmas for me. </p><p><span style="font-family: "Homemade Apple"; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"> ❤️</span><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">Home is where the Heart is</span><span style="font-family: "Homemade Apple"; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;">❤️</span></p><p>Ultimately, Home IS where the heart is. Today with FaceTime and Zoom we can not only hear but see our loved ones when we can't be with them. And those that have gone on before us never leave our hearts, so they, too, are with us, only in a different way.</p><p>I'm wishing each of you a special time of your own making this year. Whether it's being with family and friends, writing Christmas newsletters and cards, baking cookies, reading special Christmas stories (I'm enjoying Louisa May Alcott's Christmas Treasury), binging on holiday movies (Loved <a href="https://youtu.be/16H37_7FdOk" target="_blank">A Boy Called Christmas</a> on Netflix), watching YouTube vloggers share how they prepare for Christmas (here's one I loved: <a href="https://youtu.be/hEdklf3ILpc" target="_blank">Girl in Calico</a>), participating in church activities or community get-togethers (hopefully, masked), or helping the less fortunate, may your endeavors bring Joy and Peace within and to all those you encounter.</p><p>If you have time to spare, I'd love to hear what you're doing this year to make Christmas special for you and your loved ones.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgrD0eOR0dx4eYxxGMCap62_015hs3I4MdIqHCHaKPmY1uNtqfLEAuD0Gu5aXsdvltFc108vo7vg5gtBoTEw3ZqOQGv2B53nm6yyNJ5kmmE5hloXhDtnV9RI3dWiBobmJfmWQljHKLTmG2zz0MCpqqECvq70IG2h4bJ3czFi8oI9MTjUt6ncVd6W5o=s4240" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4240" data-original-width="3179" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgrD0eOR0dx4eYxxGMCap62_015hs3I4MdIqHCHaKPmY1uNtqfLEAuD0Gu5aXsdvltFc108vo7vg5gtBoTEw3ZqOQGv2B53nm6yyNJ5kmmE5hloXhDtnV9RI3dWiBobmJfmWQljHKLTmG2zz0MCpqqECvq70IG2h4bJ3czFi8oI9MTjUt6ncVd6W5o=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: "Homemade Apple"; font-size: xx-large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Take Joy!</span></span></p><p><br /></p>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-19267736717345728922021-12-08T08:53:00.003-05:002021-12-23T09:09:22.736-05:00Little Women Christmas Celebration<p style="text-align: center;">🎶<a href="https://youtu.be/IBV-ERUSXQ0" target="_blank">Christmas Music</a>🎶 </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHZ4ztWECSwC-Vv6gU7uY6kBQMsuou2ieWDPCzVRgSpOwyBdmxkJpyY_6-aH6K38ilRQdB5y-GBClkMQcCdpQwcHHCSBVaug_45e3-NDb5o3priO3qzmzngEcwzfjYt5iyVgYJTaiVREFbgsn0CBnPCjQdPd6oKW3Iv6lm9RVDt7-urI0i4X2jy-Gr=s4330" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3246" data-original-width="4330" height="622" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHZ4ztWECSwC-Vv6gU7uY6kBQMsuou2ieWDPCzVRgSpOwyBdmxkJpyY_6-aH6K38ilRQdB5y-GBClkMQcCdpQwcHHCSBVaug_45e3-NDb5o3priO3qzmzngEcwzfjYt5iyVgYJTaiVREFbgsn0CBnPCjQdPd6oKW3Iv6lm9RVDt7-urI0i4X2jy-Gr=w829-h622" width="829"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><p>November 29th was Louisa May Alcott's birthday* and since she shares her birthday with me it was a perfect day for an overnight in Odessa, Delaware, to view <a href="https://www.historicodessa.org/" target="_blank">Historic Odessa Foundation's</a> recreation of Alcott's <i><a href="https://www.historicodessa.org/news/exhibit-little-women-or-meg-jo-beth-and-amy" target="_blank">Little Women</a></i>! The last time we had been there was in 2011 when they recreated Tasha Tudor's Christmas. You can read about it on this blog <a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/search/label/Historic%20Odessa%20Foundation" target="_blank">HERE</a>. The <a href="https://www.historicodessa.org/history/historic-houses/wilson-warner-house" target="_blank">Wilson-Warner House</a> each year is turned into a classic children's story Christmas celebration. Other years have been Beatrix Potter, Madeline, Snow White, Secret Garden, Alice in Wonderland. I missed all of these! So I'm <a href="https://www.historicodessa.org/newsletter/subscriptions" target="_blank">signing up</a> to receive their newsletters.</p><span></span><a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2021/12/little-women-christmas-celebration.html#more"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-84472071324445774142021-06-27T09:18:00.002-04:002021-06-27T09:18:15.196-04:00Email Notification Ending <p><br></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhOeTCIKOIxtSQ3ztNW2NHpWbKxS_Kp6WV5OP0n695bGUlbyilJZQ_TnFzIiGmNjBvtEyFRZOZB475R0IvPfMm0piK8V3OfiPbQJDAvuZm4M20ybrT6zP14VHkef5llJPn0Pp7wC-r6U/s1134/8825CFFB-7A31-41CF-AAE5-38BF3A4C5663_4_5005_c.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="265" data-original-width="1134" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhOeTCIKOIxtSQ3ztNW2NHpWbKxS_Kp6WV5OP0n695bGUlbyilJZQ_TnFzIiGmNjBvtEyFRZOZB475R0IvPfMm0piK8V3OfiPbQJDAvuZm4M20ybrT6zP14VHkef5llJPn0Pp7wC-r6U/w853-h199/8825CFFB-7A31-41CF-AAE5-38BF3A4C5663_4_5005_c.jpeg" width="853"></a></div><br><p><br></p><p>In September 2019 I wrote a post called <a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2019/09/now-what.html" target="_blank">Now What?</a> concerning whether to continue blogging or not. I had a wonderful response that encouraged me to keep at it. But those who follow this blog know that I made an attempt, then petered out. </p><span></span><a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2021/06/email-notification-ending.html#more"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-28584602093388067682021-02-11T15:22:00.001-05:002021-02-11T15:22:18.493-05:00Perfect Moments<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>IDEALISM: The practice of forming or pursuing ideals, especially unrealistically</i></b></span></p><p>This pretty much describes me. The Pandemic is helping me give up my idealist ways because it has limited my pursuit of the ideal life in many ways. It has also forced me to re-evaluate many of my ideals. Just this morning, through reading inspiring messages by others further along the way than me and then writing about it in my Morning Pages I've decided to change my whole view of life! Instead of seeing my life as a whole-----and judging whether it was a success or not------I'm going to start looking for, and creating whenever I can, my own "Perfect Moments" such as this one.....</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0L1_6Wvvv5OI_2kb6a3XfB4bjjJTHEfM3GohH2RHDTzUueSvdv_lcHHZjshWTtnUrwWbpluWYT4cwBHvjUNOgpy3AiWZQgz1NSm82jT2OkHegEiyDfwbgzm-FUlUQjsFM_3Rpe78s9fA/s2048/PB262635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0L1_6Wvvv5OI_2kb6a3XfB4bjjJTHEfM3GohH2RHDTzUueSvdv_lcHHZjshWTtnUrwWbpluWYT4cwBHvjUNOgpy3AiWZQgz1NSm82jT2OkHegEiyDfwbgzm-FUlUQjsFM_3Rpe78s9fA/w480-h640/PB262635.JPG" width="480"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from the swing in my woods on a winter's day</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><span></span><a href="https://cathy-morningmusings.blogspot.com/2021/02/perfect-moments.html#more"></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504150188395321059.post-59203048681295015412020-04-28T15:48:00.000-04:002020-04-28T15:51:32.790-04:00Life Strategies or Putting Together a Puzzle<div class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
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When we made our plans back in August for our New England Leaf-Peeping vacation we checked the Fall Foliage forecast. It said "near peak" for the four days we chose--October 7 to 10. As you can see that rainy Monday afternoon when we arrived at the <a href="https://www.redlioninn.com/" target="_blank">Red Lion Inn</a> in Stockbridge, Massachusetts the trees had not gotten the message. . . .</div>
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The last time we were in <a href="http://www.oxfordmd.net/history.html" target="_blank">Oxford, Maryland</a> was 1975. Oxford is a very small village (pop. 607) on the eastern shore of Maryland along the Tred Avon River which empties into the Choptank River which flows into the Chesapeake Bay. After 44 years, we thought we should visit again. This is a post card from that visit. . . .</div>
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Oxford was officially founded in 1683. In 1694 it was mandated by Maryland legislation the first and only port of call for the eastern shore of Maryland. Anne Arundel (later called Annapolis) would become the second port of call and was located on the western shore of the Bay.<br>
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Before the tender age of three I had gotten lost twice, according to my mother. The first time was in a soybean field behind our house when I was two. The second time I took my little red wagon and my dog, Tuffy (above) with me. I don't know how long I was gone or how far I got, but the police found me plodding along down the sidewalk. I don't know why my mother says I was lost. I knew exactly where I was going!<br>
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