Sweet Reflections
Reflections of life and love. The past, present and hope for the future.
Very happily married to the man who captured and still holds my heart after many years.
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We walked down the aisle a newlywed couple filled with hopes, dreams, a bright future, and love.
Our hopes and dreams changed over the years, but the deep, abiding love became stronger each day.
As we celebrate our 35th wedding anniversary today, we look back at the best day of our lives and forward to more hopes and dreams for the rest of our marriage.
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ITunes is having a sale on selected albums today. I bought Queen’s Greatest Hits for $6.99.
The search continues later.
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Something cute for your Sunday.
My brother lives in Western Canada and met this little fawn on his walk last evening.
It didn’t bolt away and stayed by him for several minutes.
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Good morning world. It’s a cool and rainy Sunday in my section of it today.
Steve’s golf game was cancelled and he’s gone back to bed. I am wide awake and drinking a big mug of strong Irish Breakfast tea.
I wish my breakfast was as elegant as the first photo. No, just a mug of tea and half a whole wheat sesame bagel.
Since Steve will be home for Sunday lunch for the first time in two months (insert golf widow frown here), we’ll have a treat of buttermilk waffles and sausage. Calories be damned.
Have a great day.
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Photo reblogged from Holden-and-Camille.com
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Blondes and cigars. Thinking of a tumblr in particular.
(Source: marlakeller)
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I’m in a country mood today and am listening to Alan Jackson.
This song, “Drive,” always makes me think of my father, uncles, and older male cousins.
The uncles who took me on drives through farm back roads looking for cattle and horses.
My cousins who taught me to drive a boat around the lake, and Jake, who one weekend when I was 16 taught me to drive a stick shift.
My father, not the most patient of teachers, taught me to manoeuver a big Chrysler Imperial into parallel parking spaces on busy downtown streets.
As Father’s Day approaches, I think with love and fondness of these men.
Especially my late father. My God, I miss you, Daddy.
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Good heavens, I can’t show the following to Steve. He’d be packing a bag, setting the GPS, and hitting the trail. He LOVES butter tarts.
Butter Tart Trail – Wellington, Ontario Here’s a self-guided, 100km road trip for those with a sweet tooth. The Butter Tart Trail is a celebration of one of Canada’s favourite pastries, the sugar-syrup-egg and butter delight, that became a staple of pioneer cooking. Butter tarts are one of a few recipes credited solely to Canadian origins, which you will learn all about as you explore the township of Wellington North. As you taste your way through dozens of different butter tarts, you might enjoy some local variations like the butter tart sundae, or even butter tart treats for your dog. Rustic, home cooking-style restaurants benefit from farm-fresh produce available at their doorstep. Wellington North is about a two-hour drive from Toronto.
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I am reconciling my personal and client bank statements today (databases will wait until Monday).
It’s boring work and so not Friday friendly.
I cranked up Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffet’s ‘It’s Five O’clock Somewhere” to bop along to while I work.
Give me a martini with Pierce Bronson and I would be a happy little worker bee for the rest of the afternoon.
It is five o’clock somewhere. The vodka awaits for late afternoon.
