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So many things to give thanks for … having my daughter home and her lighting up the room with her wit and love of life … being able to host the meal yesterday with turkey, stuffing and all the traditional extras, gathering around the table sharing laughter and tears … being blessed with a warm…

It is chilly again today. Blustery and snowing. I am tucked up warm looking forward to the coming days. This last week was full. We gave our sofa (that was gifted to us two years ago) to somewhere that needed it more then we did. So i have been doing a bit of rearranging in…

I very recently came across Miss Tristan’s beautiful blog ‘Besotted‘. A calming, curated collection of loveliness. I then happened upon the Inspiration Rx series started by Michelle to coincide with the beginning of a new learning season. I couldn’t help myself but do all the prompts in one sitting during some quiet time I had…

S        savor breezy bug-free days U        under bright blue sizzling skies M        make merry of idle pleasures M        mud pies, picnics, cat naps and dreaming E         escape routine and busyness R         reawaken a sense of awe…

W       white snow glistens in the sun I          inside we are snug and warm N        natures pace is slow and calm T         tender shoots, deep in the earth E         evening closes round us quickly R         renewal is just but underfoot dawn r terrizzi 2.13.13

So, here we are nearing the end of another year. Time is ever passing. The past three years have been unexpected, unpredictable and at times small slivers have seemed nearly unbearable.  I love the idea and application of intentional simplicity, but I will say that at times life moves us onto a road that brings complexity…

“Thanksgiving Day is a jewel, to set in the hearts of honest men; but be careful that you do not take the day, and leave out the gratitude.” E. P. Powell “Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man,…

A          apples crisp upon the tree U          upturned colored leaves T          trodden paths through windswept fields U          under bright clear skies of blue M          memories of school days past N          nighttime hearth-fires smolder dawn r terrizzi 9.22.12

It was just a week ago today I enjoyed the festivities of midsummer day at the lovely open air museum Gammelgarden in Scandia. The weather called for rain, but it was a perfect day. In this everso tranquil setting sits the only museum of its type in the United States. Gammelgarden means ‘old farm’ in Swedish…

It would seem I can not make it through spring without a major overhaul from the nesting instinct of winter. So, I have been spring cleaning bit by bit for weeks now, getting back to the smaller things that slipped through the net the last couple of years. It always makes me feel better, as…