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Jada and I have been going for long walks in a historic neighbourhood that runs along the river. It only takes five minutes to drive there and is full of ‘scope for the imagination’ as Anne (of Green Gables) would say. It’s peaceful, and beautiful homes, gardens and large trees abound. While walking Ravine Drive, we stopped to sit on a bench (well I did!) and enjoy the view. When I got up again, I saw this plaque:

I loved this! I went home and did my part to make life beautiful. . .

Set a pretty table

Local, pasture raised, roasted chicken with a garlic, rosemary, lemon zest, and crushed red pepper flake rub under then skin.

Add homegrown beans

Flowers from the garden, homemade applesauce and a good bottle of wine (or red brisk if, like Morgan, wine isn’t your thing.)

Butter, locally made bacon for bacon bits and homemade bread on a serving plate I painted myself many (many!) years ago.

Life really is beautiful isn’t it? Of course, I could have set a pretty table and served spagetti and meatballs and it would have been just as lovely. In the end it’s about my attitude more than about what I have. God has already given me the most precious gift there is. The rest is just gravey. . .

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