Harvest celebration reprise

You might remember last year’s Harvest Celebration. I sure do.

This year things went much more smoothly.

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My newly confident Emilie, bursting with Yr. 1 pride,  sung beautifully with her class in front of a sea of eager parents wielding iPhones and Samsungs and Blackberries, oh my!

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My harvest contribution. Green beans in a can. My kiddies wouldn’t eat them but there are some grateful kiddies out there who will. I constantly remind my children to be thankful for what we have, never take things forgranted, and to share with others.

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My lovely Emilie wore a red flower that I had crocheted for her hair. Such a pleasure to see her smiling and confident! A complete metamorphisis from last year’s nail biting and nose picking 4yr old.

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Very proud of my gorgeous girl,  growing up so fast!

Love Lane

The morning school run rarely differs from day to day: speedwalk 15 mins down the hill near our house and slowly trudge back up the hill which is a 25 min foot-dragging debacle.

Yesterday, however,  once I had safely seen Emilie (and poor Tarquin) off through the school gates, I decided to take a different route home. A shortcut.

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An old footpath that meandered behind mansion houses and bordered on a meadow of docile horses.

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As I began my walk down the muddy lane, the thought did cross my mind that I was the perfect target for a crazed early morning axe murderer hiding in the damp bushes. I started to look more closely at my surroundings out of mild paranoia and as I did I saw some lovely things…

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The path eventually led me to graveled road called Love Lane. A fitting name for the sentiment I felt while strolling along and observing the beauty of nature.