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Monday, 7 March 2016

The Story Of A Day

I am sitting in a sunny spot outside on my front porch. The novel I am currently reading is having a hard time competing with my surroundings. There is nothing exquisite about them. The traffic is a little too loud, without a leaf barrier on the trees. I hear black birds chirping to be heard above the 4:00 din on the road.                                         


Soon the yellow school bus will stop and drop off my last elementary child. The two little girls who normally come after school are sick today, so there won't be the usual shrieks as they run in the lane. Leaving a composed 13  year old to herself as her siblings arrive home ahead of her. 
I will do my big wave to the bus driver and he will reply with a friendly honk.

                        who knew black birds enjoy puddle jumping?                                                       

My thoughts are abstract in contrast with the crisp, afternoon shadows. 
I hope the tenderloin that was still partially frozen gets done in time for a 6:00 supper.
Today like many days, didn't go as planned. The original plan to go downhill skiing today was eradicated when the forecast was for unusually warm temperatures.
Instead a trip to a thrift store and a walk with a friend took place. 

                    yesterday this field was white, today it had melted to a gold hue

I had also planned to stop by the store for some fresh pork chops, but after arriving home later than first planned, I decided to pull out the tenderloin and crank the heat in the oven.

Isn't that the story of our lives? Alteration of plans, ideas.
Aligning our agenda with The Designer of our souls is a life long learning. 
So while we write our stories, our stories write us; leaving a rare composition of life's finest notes.                                         

my 'new' rubber boots.perfect for puddle jumping:)

and for the record; the tenderloin was perfect:)

tenderloin,green beans, sweet potato, salad.

After I wrote this, I hopped on my bike for my first ride of the season. I really should of had my camera with me, because everywhere I  turned I saw spring!
(also Kate Morton's latest is to be continued for sure.)


  1. Oh how lovely that you are getting glimpse of Spring in your corner of the world. And the tenderloin meal looks most inviting.

    I really like the line you wrote "So while we write our stories, our stories write us, leaving a rare composition of life's finest notes."
    Something quite lovely about that.

    Wishing you a beautiful week ahead...

  2. We are having glimpses of spring here as well and that makes me so happy. Happy week!

  3. Sounds like a perfect day and a yummy supper!
    Greetings to my southern Ontario friend!!
    Hugs from here xoxoxoxo

    All my heart,

  4. Hello :)

    I found you via Laura at White Spray Paint. You have a lovely blog and your words are so poetic, I had to read more.

    Nice to "meet" you and I'm glad the tenderloin turned out :)


  5. Neat post. :)

    I like the way you've recorded your thoughts and sights for the day.

  6. Lucy, the rubber boots are so cute. Sometimes regular days are the best days, and you make them sound lovely with your special words.

    I appreciate your blog, Lucy, and just wanted you to know that. :)

    love, ~Sheri


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