Make sure...

Every minute someone leaves this world behind.
We are all in “the line” without knowing it.
We never know how many people are before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.

So while we wait in line -

Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to tell your people they are loved.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.

~Joe Becigneul

For my littles♥

 

Go, Go, Grow

Heading out to the garden
(Heading out to my garden)
With your seeds in your hand
(With my seeds in my hand)
Got your goulashes on
(Got my goulashes on)
And your watering can
(And my watering can)

Find a sunny spot
(Find a sunny spot)
Dig a little hole
(Dig a little hole)
Plant your seeds right there
(Plant my seeds right there)
And watch them go, go, grow

Little seed, what will you be
A daisy, a pumpkin or an apple tree
Little seed, one day you may be
A poppy, a carrot or some broccoli
Little seed, what will you be
A watermelon or some strawberries
Little seed, just what will you be

Take your watering can
(Take my watering can)
Give it a little tip
(Give it a little tip)
Not too much water
(Not too much water)
Just a little bit
(Just a little bit)

In a couple of days
(In a couple of days)
A little sprout will show
(A little sprout will show)
You gotta cheer it on
(You gotta cheer it on)
Come on, go, go, grow!

Little seed, what will you be
Some roses, tomatoes or some celery
Little seed, one day you may be
Corn, cucumber or some rosemary
Little seed, what will you be
Some squash, snapdragons or a vine of peas
Little seed, I can’t wait to see

Hey, did you know
That we are all just like these seeds
That need to grow
So make sure that you,
Eat your fruits and vegetables
And little seeds, take care
And you will know
That everyday you’ll grow, grow, grow!

So, little seed, what will you be
A baker, a dentist or a hockey goalie
Little seed, what will you be
A nurse, fire fighter or a secretary
Little seed, what will you be
A gardening parent with a family
Little seed, what do you want to be
Oh little seed, I can’t wait to see!

~Bobs and Lolo :)

We Will...

There are 15 days until the Spring Equinox... 

My little ones will once again relish in the joys and freedom of mud and puddles...

They will run wild in the wakening forest to speak the language of trees...

They will create sweet music echoing the songs of the birds...

They will inhale deeply refreshed with a morning breeze filling their lungs...

They will help the busy bees pollinate a new season by letting dandelions grow...
They will happily dance along gathering wishes to scatter on the wind on a lazy evening...

They will sip the sweet syrup freshly made from the sap of the majestic maple...

They will treasure and revel in the blooming of each fresh new spring blossom...

They will dance in the rain and marvel at the power and beauty of nature...
They will bask in the light of millions of stars and blow a kiss to follow a wish...

They will be wrapped in the warm, loving glow and blessings of family and friends...
They will share in memories and values in this beautiful, hygge moment of spring renewal♥ 

~Sherry Johnson, 2019

Preparing the spirit...

“I think the human spirit is like a daffodil bulb, preparing for the spring by refreshing its roots, so it can bloom again when the time comes,” the poetic musings of Stafford Whiteaker

I'm back to reading poetry with my babes and enjoying the hibernation part of winter... January was a difficult, challenging month for my emotional well being, my mental state and my spiritual health... I am definitely ready for renewal...

"The best way to cheer yourself up is to cheer somebody else up" ~ Mark Twain

What a wonderful thought and theme for February.  Immersing ourselves in act of spreading joy will fill the buckets of others and in turn fill our own buckets.  Here's to hygge thoughts, feelings and actions this February... we raise a cup of cheer to you♥

Autumn... slow down... hygge with family♥

Autumn and back to school has been a busy season.  

Many new experiences in new grades with new teachers...  Many familiar beloved traditions to renew our spirits and fill our days.  Each Autumn I'm filled with nostalgia and the desire to slow the pace of life.  Curl up with the kids with a hygge fire, warm cocoa and good books♥  

 

Autumn Wind

When autumn wind goes running
It does some magic things.
It gives the shadows dancing shoes,
It gives the bright leaves wings -
When autumn wind goes running.

It curls the bonfire's tail of smoke
And shares a little whispered joke
With cornstalks who delight to prattle,
It turns a seed pod into a rattle -
When autumn wind goes running.

 Boo! is a favourite with our clan for Halloween :D

 

 

An Autumn Greeting

"Come," said the Wind to the Leaves one day.
"Come over the meadow and we will play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold.
For summer is gone and the days grow cold."

 

 I like pumpkins is a fun, whimsical read for your little's... a good book to curl up with count some pumpkins :D

 

 

We had much to be thankful for this thanksgiving and much to look forward to with all the holiday fun ahead.  Wishing you all a splendid holiday season with relaxing, peaceful moments with your loved ones♥

The Wooded Path...

I Must Walk Again The Wooded Path;
I must stroll the country lane
Where sunsets fall like summer plums
and stardust falls like rain.

I must chase again the firefly
on the honeysuckle vine.
And watch an eagle spread its wings
above the tallest pine.
I must see once more a hummingbird
where hollyhocks grow wild.
And run barefoot through the Autumn leaves
like I did as a child.
I must stand atop a mountain
when the valley's white with snow.
And linger there till purple haze
spreads twilight far below.
I must do these things lest I forget
how precious life can be.
I must walk again the wooded path
of quaint simplicity.
~Clay Harrison

I Opened A Book... one of my favourite poems... by Julia Donaldson

 

National Library of Scotland