Perhaps the seeds of living gently were planted in me by my grandmother, Stella. The biscuits we made together on the porcelain top of this old china cabinet were the lightest and most wonderful delicacy of my childhood. She was a quiet woman and calm. I never saw her her ruffled or hurried. She raised eight children, gardened and preserved food for the family , and still found time to love her grandchildren as if they were the only thing in the world she needed to give time and attention to. May we find our way back to that sweet spot. I can still smell granny's biscuits and taste Pa's wild honey. What could be better?
Lucretia
If you think your life is too complicated, you’re right! It’s time to live more gently in this frenzied, chaotic world.
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LOOKs like a wonderful blog site you have here. I'll get back to it soon my friend.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carolyn. We're already having fun with it.
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