Tuesday’s Child is Full of Grace

First printed source of the Nursery Rhyme was in 1838 in A. e. Bray’s Traditions of Devonshire (Volume II, pp. 287-288)

Although it was first printed in 1838, the tradition of fortune telling by days of birth is much older. Thomas Nashe recalled stories told to young children in Suffolk in the 1570s, known as fortune-telling rhymes.

What does it mean to be full of grace? Googling it reports that a child of Tuesday will be gracious, agreeable, refined, and polite in manner of behavior. (From The Free Dictionary) idioms.

That sounds wonderful. Could we all try it for today, being it’s Tuesday?


Nature’s Artwork

A spider worked all day,

While I took many breaks,

His finished product a masterpiece,

Of symmetry with no mistakes.

But never satisfied,

And with his food to procure,

He kept at it and at dawn,

I saw that there were more.

Each web was different,

Some as yet not complete,

It seems the standards were high,

To catch exactly what he could eat.

It seemed like if the finished web wasn’t perfect, he moved on. Not bad advice is it?

The Wonders of Wednesday

Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand.”

Neil Armstrong

I wonder why the rabbits picked on my lupines that I just planted.

I wonder each morning and evening at the incredible beauty in sunrise and sunset.

I wonder what my dog thinks as she watches me in a yoga pose.

I wonder if the scientists are right about the COVID-19 spreading more by air and less through surface droplets.

I wonder if the small things I do, in an attempt to make my corner of the world better–matter.

I wonder what my mother would say about all the things that have occurred in the last 24 years since her death.

I wonder if I’ll ever stop caring what people think of me.

I wonder why I am so blessed at this time in my life–and I am in awe.

I wonder why➖to so many people➖things are black or white only.

I wonder why sometimes it’s easier to hold my “see the other side”attitude in than it is to find words to defend it.

Thursday’s Travels

I’ll start the day by gathering the blueberries,

I ordered with excitement,

Freezing some and eating many,

Blue lips will serve as indictment.

Next I’ll travel a few miles south,

To help a friend whose husband’s in hospital,

I’ll feed and play with their beloved cat.

Hoping he’ll only nip me a little.

Then on to pick up a gift I have bought,

Hand-thrown pottery made for a shelf,

I’ll be doing well to give it up,

I really would like it for myself.

“Adopt the pace if nature. Her secret is patience.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

On a more serious note today: A venture into Haiku

Only God could paint,

Such power and light as this.

Who can even name,

The colors He has chosen.

Make a Rhyme Monday

Dear Monday, I want to break up. I’m seeing Tuesday and dreaming about Friday. It’s not me, it’s you.

The reason Monday is so hard to face,
Is because it starts on Sunday night.
It lurks around like a unwanted guest,
Till the first rays of new daylight.
You might as well rise and dress,
Monday’s here if you’re ready or not,
Think of it as pre-pre Wednesday,
And half the battle will be fought!

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One Word Sunday – Patchwork

As I thought about what I could add for Patchwork, I looked over at my dog and I saw it–patchwork.

A neighbor in my building lovingly made small quilts for all the dogs in the building. I barely knew her at the time and it was a thoughtful gesture. They were supposed to be for the dog to use while lying on the sofa, but Lola prefers hers on the floor.

She’s always been my “pug on a rug”.

  • Pug on a Rug

Thankful Thursday

The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but the thankful heart will find, every hour, some heavenly blessings.’

Henry Ward Beecher
Gentle breeze billows curtains,
Blue sky, clouds of fluff.
Sometimes the beauty is missed,
By a narrow gaze.

Take joy in the little things.

From a walk through Talleyrand Park–the first peony of the season.

Monday Motivation

“life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”

Albert Einstein

What moves you and stirs you to action each day?

What reason is there to get up and hit “replay?”

Your job may not be that challanging,

But your children are your everything.

So you get up and start your day,

So your kids will have an easier way.

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Saturday Moring Coffee

I discovered your space and agree with so much of what you said about the slower pace, etc. these days.

Today I am realizing that for the first time in a long time I am caught up. Being home so much is great because we are getting so much done. I feel like I am adulting like never before. We have completed a big decluttering project (believe me it is only phase one of many), getting ready to put a gym in the garage , making big plans for redoing the garden since the property line was ripped up by my neighbor. So now is the time to tackle redesigning the garden. I am keeping up on my jobs, chores and spring cleaning. Plus, I have been doing regular exercise and cooking a meal here and there. I feel like I have checked all the things on my to do list and it feels really, really good

Garden that a big makeover is planned

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On Recycling

Resurface. Reupholster. Repaint. Refinish. Make something old new again!

Natalie DiScala

I’ve thought a lot about recycling. My building does a good job, but there are somethings that can’t be recycled–black food containers, plastic straws, etc.

I am thankful that God can take all our ugly sins and the trash of our lives and assure us that we are a forgiven people. That is if we give the garbage to God totally. What is returned to us is a new clean heart. This is what I have learned over the years and finally came to understand.

All is fresh and clean after the rains today. Thoughts, soul, spirit