Blissful Knowledge

a random musing I jotted last week, as I found myself using the phrase "i have no idea" rather frequently 
                                                        

It's a strange phenomenon  but it seems like right when I have reached that age where I may once have thought I'd know it all, I suddenly am jolted by the discovery that the more I learn and know...the more I realise how little I know.

Not that I ever really thought I knew it all, but sometimes in the age of invincibility  our sense of understanding has not yet been disillusioned.

The older I get the more I realise that I have no idea...
                                              

I have no idea about so many things..
When my children were small it was fairly simple to know what was happening in their lives. Children are forthright and honest henceforth what they say usually comes straight from their hearts.

As children mature they develop their   own characteristics and traits and this may mean that they no longer share all of their joys and sorrows, or even some of the little things they encounter in any given day.
                                                   

I was thinking about this as I considered how  kids must feel these days with everything this techno driven society offers them. I remember the angst I felt in my teen years and can not imagine how magnified it may have been if I had to think about stats, likes, and followers. I wonder how I would have fared if there was always opportunity for contact, even in an abstract way.
                                               

 I marvel at youth and the inspiration they are as they navigate this wide, wide world that at times becomes small because of a thing called the world wide web.

                                                    

I'm thankful I share a great relationship with each of my children. Although two of my daughters no longer live here I feel I know who they are and what they do. But it would be absolutely presumptuous of me to think that they tell me everything...I really have no idea.  
                                                    

As I ponder this, I am compelled to hug them more often and tell them just how wonderful they are.  Life is a great teacher and I would never want to shelter them from truths and lessons they must learn for them selves.
                                              

The last bits of snow that a few days ago still dotted the sides of the fields are gone. I cling to to what I know...that the One who has brought us this far will never leave us and that He formed each one of my precious children. This makes me able to laugh at the days to come and trust Him for all I have no idea about. 

thank you for reading, photos from summer archives and city of Toronto.

                                       I'm off to enjoy a beautiful day!

Turning Tables or Rather Furniture

      this quote made me laugh, glad I'm not the only one who has a relationship with faithful furniture:)                                          
                                                         


My family didn't believe me at first when I mentioned that it was time to send my white couch away...

After all they likely have gotten used to hearing my occasional whims somewhere in the recesses of their brains...
But this time I may have meant it because one day it was sitting there in the middle of the piano room, looking just a little forlorn and out of place, and I was singing we had joy we had fun, we had seasons in the sun..
                                                              

It began on that sunny Monday morning in March when suddenly I wondered if I could move the chaise from the family room into the living room/piano room. 
                                                
I began the search for two chairs for the space in the family room where the chaise had been. I had considered doing this for some time to accommodate a better conversational/sitting area...

After a relatively easy search I found two chairs that were perfect in my opinion for the family room. I loved the French country feel they have and the way they complimented the rest of the room, (and quite honestly the sale price.)
                                                   

One day shortly after finding my chairs I stumbled upon this little side table.
                                                     

 I almost began dancing right there in the thrift store...it was perfect...so cute...
a future paint project perhaps but perfect just the way it is...nestled between my chairs it made just the right spot to set a cup of coffee down while reading.
                                                    

Now the chaise lives in it's new spot...in the piano room,                                              

the white couch and chair have been lovingly sent away to a new home...a friend of a friend actually ended up getting them, so I'm delighted to know they found another good home...

and my new chairs are being broke in... 
                                              

     Life keeps on turning, sometimes furniture does too.



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March Au revoir and Hello Again

all preceding photos are from the most recent ice storm, which once again knocked down trees and hydro poles, leaving many 'in the dark..' ours came back on in time for Easter!
                                                         

Hello, it's been a while! Where have I been? you ask...

Some days I ask myself that question! 

The weeks just seem to roll by, not paying any heed to blog posts or lack of time...
                                                              

                    this is our yard...so sad to see trees break...but I guess they're only trees..

Although I have been busy, I am not actually that busy! I simply have felt myself drawn to other pursuits sometimes let's say.
This morning while chatting and having coffee with a few friends one girl mentioned that her sister is SO busy that she admitted she would never have 'time' to visit with anyone for an hour.  I don't know about you but in my opinion that is simply too busy!
                                                                         

                                          a near by creek while trees bend under a burden of ice

Life is a series of choices and although we can't control all of our circumstances we certainly have somewhat of a choice in how busy we make our lives...                                                                        

                                                  our yard again, sun breaking through

I have to say that although I am the kind of person who thrives on a day brimming with activity, I hope I am never too busy to stop a while and chat with someone, or to call my mother, or to send a card to a friend.
                                                            

                               the top of our Chinese elm..

Although I know I've missed opportunities at times, I hope also I have seized opportunity.

I hope I notice people's eyes and expressions...

I hope I remember to care and pray...
                                                                                           

                                            ice coated clothes line

I had a birthday recently, and everyone was home...gathered around the table, making conversation, and laughing...Special times are treasured, but every day I can choose to hurry, or to make haste slowly.

                                                                                          

Lingering a little longer because life may not wait, and I don't intend to miss it.

Sweet Somethings

Those of us who enjoy decorating know the impact and satisfaction in creating vignettes, or switching up pictures  or chairs or lamps...you know what I mean...
                                                                               

or cushions...

Lately I have enjoyed adding a bit more greenery around my home..
               

The landscape outdoors can feel bleak and lack lustre so plants indoors help to add a garden feel...
                                                           

A few weeks ago I picked up this magazine called English Homes. Every page is filled with dreamy and idyllic photographs...I can almost pretend I too am planning a trip to England like Brenda...                                                                  

my painted hutch lends a wee English ambiance :)

Speaking of dreaming a little, I've been watching the last (sniffle) season of Downton...I ordered the DVD so we could watch at our leisure. It's such a different world and also such a similar world is it not? People are people no matter when or where they live..  Humans all have idiosyncrasies it seems..
                                                                 

I have also been making granola a lot this winter. It's such a yummy snack or breakfast...
                                                     

I don't know about you but I certainly love a clean window...they get dirty quickly out here in the country,  making me appreciate when they are clean!
                                                                 

Well I wrap up my week remembering how blessed I am. Yesterday I watched a young girl walking home from school. She had two crippled feet and walking was an awkward hobble. 
I knew I was supposed to see her...
Sometimes I get wrapped up in my own worries or concerns about my children or family when suddenly I am jolted into the realization of my gifts of health, strength and all sorts of providential blessings...
With this as my focus I wish you a blessed weekend.
                                                                

                                                      Thanks for stopping by. ~ Lucy~

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