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High in the mountains the dye was cast
by our forefathers in the past
vows of eulogy peace were made
in a highland cathedral where the pipers played. Raising a glass with Scottish ancestors past and present tonight.

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And sometimes I’m a jeans and white T-shirt; messy bun, drinking while making dinner kind of girl. How was your day?

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When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,

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Lady of the Golden Woods

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Doing Nothing

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Spring: a lovely reminder of how beautiful change can truly be.

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When in doubt wear red.

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The struggle for ideas is real the last two days. Behind by one day.

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Typical Canadian spring weather. Sun, Snow, Hail and drops in temperature that require some kindling collecting!

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She waltzed past me in the woods.

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Just as the sun is about to set you get those lovely shadows.

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He’s home from fifo and making me dinner.

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Virtual Day. Virtual wedding , virtual crafting with friends. Now some virtual snacking and drinking with the new Gin Smash rhubarb and raspberry from Georgian Bay Spirits.

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A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees.

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Having a virtual perfect weekend (crafts,snacking, texting, sharing ideas) with old friends in Kamloops and some new ones.

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There may or may not be any fresh vegetables left in this house. Grocery pick up day tomorrow.

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On the limb of an oak sat a cunning old crow,
And chatted away with glee,

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Every forest has a story to tell.

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And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

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Instead,
she's as still
as a leaf-littered pond,
dark water evaporating,
waiting desperately for rain.

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For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.
Martin Luther

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Photo Bombed!

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It’s National Beer Day! Fun fact there was a beer made with my maiden name until 1930’s. Cowbrough’s Nourishing ale. My aunt got the recipe and had a brew master recreate it some years ago. It’s thick....

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Twelve highlanders and a bagpipe make a rebellion. I missed National Tartan Day yesterday.

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It's a couch kind of day.

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And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams-- In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams! - Edgar Allan Poe

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Creative collaboration with daughter.

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Her memories, like bokeh effect, Out of focus but always beautiful-

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“And though you should live in a palace of gold, or sleep in a dried up ditch,
You could never be as poor as the fairies are, and never as rich.”
― Rose Fyleman

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Just out enjoying a sunny spot with the cat.