A note on perfection
Many of the posts featured on this blog are about doing household chores the correct, or so to say perfect way. My intention is not to make readers feel that the way they are running their households are wrong. So if making the bed, or ironing shirts in a certain way doesn't fit your lifestyle, do not feel guilty about it. But by learning the correct way of doing things it might just come in handy for those times when special guests are staying, or when you need to iron that shirt perfectly for a job interview. So enjoy the learning, but skip the guilt and LOVE your homes. x
4 comments:
I thought we both lived in the same village looking at your lovely fete photographs. We too have celebrated our festival, my daughter was one of the morris dancers.
Thank you so much with all my heart for sharing that wonderful and moving poem. It explains everything I feel and am very touched that you posted it. Thank you :)
His little birthday passed peacfully and happilly and the cake was indeed yummy ;)
Hope you are well and happy
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looks like a great day. i'm jealous!
well done on being green-fingered :) nice to see the seedlings storming along. i should plant some more myself as i have still got lots of space in the allotment. we shall have to see who has the best tomatoes! haha! ;)
Here is a little poem for you, sending hugs X
Dreams
Some dream of big houses
Or shiny new cars,
Ours is to someday
Hold a baby that’s ours.
Some dream of more money
To hoard and to keep,
Mine is to someday
Rock my baby to sleep.
Some dream of careers
In buildings so tall,
His is to someday
Toss his kid a baseball.
Some dream of great power
To be strong and tough,
Ours is to someday
Have a child to love.
Some dream of things
Such as silver and gold
Ours is of the day
Our child we’ll hold.
~Susan Reardon
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Oh my gosh! Are you from a story book? LOL
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