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There’s just no accounting for happiness
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.
from Happiness by Jane Kenyon
It was a day of happiness and it was wonderful!
07 Wednesday Oct 2020
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There’s just no accounting for happiness
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.
from Happiness by Jane Kenyon
It was a day of happiness and it was wonderful!
12 Friday Jun 2020
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© James Currie
I can’t breathe. George Floyd
Black Lives Matter.
30 Saturday May 2020

Behind the mask @Joan Currie
We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.
Winston Churchill
Thanks to all our healthcare workers – true heroes!
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31 Tuesday Mar 2015
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All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way
Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a
garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she
must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and
cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ That was all that passed between
them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always
know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
J. M. Barrie from Peter Pan
I wish I could remember what it felt like to be carefree…
Lauren DiMarco in Ireland.
24 Tuesday Mar 2015
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Teacup in acrylic © Joan Currie
The Tea Party
I had a little tea party
This afternoon at three.
‘Twas very small-
Three guests in all –
Just I, myself and me.
Myself ate all the sandwiches,
While I drank up the tea;
‘Twas also I who ate the pie
And passed the cake to me.
By Jessica Nelson North (1891-1988)
A lovely cup of tea punctuates the day…
20 Friday Mar 2015
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Another Spring
If I might see another Spring,
I’d not plant summer flowers and wait:
I’d have my crocuses at once,
My leafless pink mezereons,
My chill-veined snow-drops, choicer yet
My white or azure violet,
Leaf-nested primrose; anything
To blow at once, not late.
If I might see another Spring
I’d listen to the daylight birds
That build their nests and pair and sing,
Nor wait for mateless nightingale;
I’d listen to the lusty herds,
The ewes with lambs as white as snow,
I’d find out music in the hail
And all the winds that blow.
If I might see another Spring –
Oh stinging comment on my past
That all my past results in “if” –
If I might see another Spring,
I’d laugh to-day, to-day is brief;
I would not wait for anything:
I’d use to-day that cannot last,
Be glad to-day and sing.
By Christina Rossetti
Savoring the signs of spring…
01 Wednesday Jan 2014
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Danielle LaPorte, Jonathan Fields, Lauren DiMarco, New beginnings, New Year's Resolutions, Photography
Design is love. Good design is love – it’s well-thought. Good design considers everybody. It considers your emotions, it considers the ecology. There’s beauty in it. Good design – there’s always some kind of elegance to it.
by Danielle LaPorte in an interview with Jonathan Fields
Designing a big, beauteous, beguiling, and bodacious New Year!
Model: Lauren DiMarco
25 Wednesday Dec 2013
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Lauren DiMarco in Vancouver © Joan Currie
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now
and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights
when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
from A Child’s Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas (YouTube reading by the author)
I will have no trouble remembering this wonderful Christmas day!
21 Saturday Dec 2013
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16 Friday Aug 2013
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African White Iris © Joan Currie
When Summer, lingering half-forlorn,
On Autumn loves to lean,
And fields of slowly yellowing corn
Are girt by woods still green;
When hazel-nuts wax brown and plump,
And apples rosy-red,
And the owlet hoots from hollow stump,
And the dormouse makes its bed;
from Is Life Worth Living? – by Alfred Austin
This poem brought me back to the delicious summers of my childhood…
