I buy cardamon in bulk from one of my favorite stores, New Seasons.
I love the fragrance and taste.
Running low, I added it to my grocery list.
Without thinking, I put a few large scoops in a plastic bag.
When I weighed it and saw the price, I was shocked.
It’s almost $50 per pound. Continue reading “Sticker Shock”
I awake early to a dark and cold house.
Downstairs, I flip the switch on the gas fireplace in my living room. I am rewarded with heat and light.
I keep the blinds closed. There is nothing inspiring about looking out into the dark. Continue reading “A simple breakfast”
~Foggy Lake Photo by Gabriela Palai/Pexel.com~
This is what I am thinking about this morning as I sit by the fireplace.
“We join spokes together in a wheel,
but it is the center hole
that makes the wagon move.We shape clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside
that holds whatever we want.We hammer wood for a house,
but it is the inner space
that makes it livable.We work with being,
but non-being is what we use.”
— Tao De Ching
Be pretty if you can, witty if you must, but be gracious if it kills you. Elsie de Wolfe
Elsie de Wolfe lived and died a long time ago.
Her words are timeless. Continue reading “But be gracious”
I have not wanted to write this post.
Writing the words would make it true.
There is no escaping that my sweet Ginny is gone.
Eight days after my post Loving an old dog she collapsed and died.
Probably a heart attack. Possibly a stroke.
It doesn’t matter. She is gone.
She was always with me patiently waiting in the car while I ran errands, going on walks, strolling though Home Depot, sunning herself on the patio and, in the last few months, sleeping by the fire.
I miss that sweet face, that wagging tail, her big head resting in my lap.
I miss hugging her and talking to her.
I miss taking care of her.
I miss her.
I slept in on the first day of the New Year.
That is, until 6:30.
Usually I am up by 5:30 to read and relax by the fire on wintry days.
I headed downstairs to start my day. I turned on the gas fireplace.
As I was settling in with my book and coffee I realized my dog Ginny was missing. Continue reading “Loving an old dog…”
As I was walking out the door this morning for an 8:30 appointment, my phone rang.
It was my 3-year old granddaughter calling for a video chat.
Of course I took the call. I was prepared to be late or miss my appointment.
A minute later her sweet little face popped up on my screen. Continue reading “Little Girl in Distress”
One of the joys of travel is meeting interesting people.
Such random encounters enrich my life.
Be pretty if you can, witty if you must, but be gracious if it kills you. Elsie de Wolfe
Elsie de Wolfe lived and died a long time ago.
Her words are timeless. Continue reading “But be gracious”
Last minute grocery shopping for Thanksgiving.
Her first Thanksgiving without her Mommy.
A bright, feisty,adorable, inquisitive, strong-willed three-year old.
My heart breaks when she talks about Mommy being in Heaven.
As we went around the table at Thanksgiving to share what we were each thankful for, she loudly affirmed that she was grateful for her Mommy.
It is good that she still feels the love of her Mother.
Her little face shines with the radiance and faith of an innocent child.
My sweet granddaughter who has my heart.
Lori Greer in Portland 