Sunday, June 5, 2011


It is a beautiful sunny, fresh morning. As I sit on my front porch having my coffee (fighting off my dog Penny, she loves the smell of coffee) I realize that most of my favourite things are connected to generations of my family.

My great grandmother's Victorian wicker chair.

The bowl that sat on my grandmother's table since I was a little girl.

The beautiful painting given to my grandparents from my grandmother's aunt.

My grandmother's treasured folkart Canadian Goose. She was an antiques dealer but she could never part with this.

The block print my grandmother gave me for a birthday gift. I look at this everyday and know that when there are some down times inside me I have wings and can fly.

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