LIVING A VERY SIMPLE LIFE
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart. (Helen Keller)
|Hello lovely people, how are you? Mom and I are fine. We are cozy and warm, staying inside on a very cold day, Living a VERY simple life. 19 F, for us, here on the coast of Maine.|
The wind is whistling through my window even though it is cranked shut, but not locked so it's not tight. I actually like that sound. I can hear yet another red squirrel upstairs (I do not like that sound) and I am hoping he goes into the trap I set for him. The new trap I brought with me from home is great, so easy to use, just a flip of the handle. I have caught 3 of the little buggers in the past week. There must be a hole somewhere with a sign that says "enter here". The joys of living in a very old house. 😑
Well, here is a better capture -I threw out some apples. My aim is very bad and they didn't go very far from the deck with the exception of one. Only one deer had the courage to come close enough to get the treat. I wish I could enlarge the video but I haven't been able to figure that out...yet!
Yesterday was lousy here. Wet slushy snow and a dampness in the air that ate into my bones. So, I had to pry myself from our cozy abode, shovel, clear my car off and head for the pharmacy and to do the shopping at Burnt Cove Market. I had a huge list but I later learned that Mom's Folgers decaf coffee bags (as in teabags) were not on the list! So, I shall have to go back. Roger told me I need to pay better attention. 😯 (Husbands, they should talk!) I don't drink coffee so didn't think about it. It's 10 miles one way to Stonington (or there about). Anyway...Today the slush has frozen so with my track record of falling I am staying in the house. My back is killing me as it is. I sound like a broken record as I repeat that a dozen times a day. 😐
In other exciting news, I have made two batches of fudge this month! I can't believe that I succumbed not once but twice to that little devil that sits on my shoulder saying "aww, go ahead, you know you want to." Mom has been in fudge heaven.
I was looking back through my photos to determine which ones to delete. This one is a keeper. It used to be a church. It's built on a rock.For many years it had a thriving little congregation in the town of Stonington.Eventually they built a larger church elsewhere. It reminded me of the parable of the wise and foolish builders in the book of Matthew and the importance of being grounded in the teachings of Jesus. When the winds and rains come our "house" (we) will stand firm if our faith has a strong foundation but the house built on sand will wash away.
And I added text to this one...
A new hobby...
Through My Kitchen Window
PS: Thank you all for your heartfelt comments on my last post.💕 I don't often get too personal but I felt led to write it...so I did!