via mush.room studio

good morning dear ollee n bee ~

gosh golly, i think the season is finally turning and soon it will be you scream, i scream, we all scream for ice cream! hee hee ~ i've always loved that little ditty when the weather warms, the toes are bared and one's only desire is to lick a cone leisurely. 

mmm, the lazy crazy daze of summer are just about here ...

we have had some really warm days. cooler today, but the birds are singing their sweet spring songs and fluttering about the tree tops. the air smells divine. the grass is taking on that delicious, fresh new green and just yesterday morning i saw the very tippy top of a tulip poking its way up.

oh, tis glorious.

wishing you many moments today of simply seeing and feeling spring!

screaming for scream,

xxo

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goodness goodness gracious me, dear ollee n bee ~

where on earth does the time go in a day?

so much to share, but for now just a lovely collection from the murmuring cottage to gaze at and hopefully bring a smile.

lalue,
xxo
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sonder

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own _ populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries, and inherited craziness _ an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you'll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

dear ollee n bee ~

some thoughts to think about.

i took this image while visiting london a couple of summers ago. one doesn't have to go that far to experience random people passing by.

to those passerby's, we are passerby's.

and we carry on our way ~

xxo

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ps. so grateful to my pal, miss dorothy for sharing the meaning of sonder.

pss. there's good in this world, mr. frodo, and it's worth fighting for.

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hello again, dear ollee n bee ~

what do you say we poo poo all the white that surrounds us, kick off our boots and have a green party!

a get down, get messy, get outrageously glorious green-as-green-can-be feast for our eyes.

ready?

let's do it.

the beauty collector . rain will fall, but sun will rise . sunflowers and searching hearts

the little corner . sweetly surreal

ah, that feels better, yes?

smiling,

xxo

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oh my, dear ollee n bee ~

i've just got to get back on my horse! isn't this the perfect start?

thanks to mademoiselle poirot : )

i will be back with another note today, promise!

happy sunday morn,
xxo
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dear ollee n bee ~

every day, every moment we have a choice what to do with each moment. 

these few words are a lovely reminder to tuck in our heart pocket as we begin each day ...

when you arise in the morning

think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive,

to breathe, to think, 

to enjoy, to love.

~ marcus aurelius 

with a little warm porridge in our bellies, we will be off to a very good start indeed.

til tomorrow,

xxo

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via the little corner

hello hello dear ollee n bee ~

goodness gracious! so sorry to be away too long ~ but i know you know you are always with me : )

here we are into a new month and a season of hope and promise and growth. i am especially hopeful that the april showers promise to wash away this long winter and bring us apple blossoms and may flowers.

walking about the yard today, one could almost see the snow dropping and i realized that when it does melt away, we really will have instant spring and the gardening will begin presto! in a wink, it will be time to get out the tools and plan what to plant where. soon, so soon, we'll be digging in the rich, warm earth ~ mmmm.

breathe it in deep ~ i believe spring has finally sprung!

lalu,

xxo

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