an evening spent in song

Music is an unavoidable aspect of our home, whether you want to hear it our not. Strains of classical from the kitchen, the squawk of new violinists, the attempt at quiet strumming drifting downstairs, a whistle, a plunked out chord...

constant babble around the dinner table, shrieks of laughter from outside, running footsteps, the creak of doors and hardwood floors...


All nature sings, and 'round me rings the music of the spheres.

touching the sky with your toes

it's the small things

the real stuff

"Do not climb into a cannon when they are shooting it.

Do not open the drawbridge for strangers."

in preparation

Vivaldi, a mug of steaming tea, and apple pie to go along with the homework. Add a quiet home and the sound of rain sifting through the trees.

What more could you want?

open window

Autumn is drifting back with clear blue sunny skies and crisp breezes.

surpassing knowledge

"how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ ...

that you may be filled to the measure

of all the

FULLNESS

of God"

as we keep spinning

The colours are returning to their natural state once again with the rich gold and reds. Routine is settling down yet seeming not to slow down.

Do we ever stop to see the plastic bag dancing in the wind, to see the beauty in simplicity? The early sun playing with the dew?

How much is missed and gone unnoticed?

big things in small packages

I love getting mail. Cards, letters, even bank statements, but especially packages that hold books. Space is becoming scarce on my bookshelf.

They smell good as well. :)

bay