No Worries

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Shared from behave.neTt

 

 

 

 

In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength and my refuge, is in God.

Psalm 62:7

 

 

Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us.

Psalm 63:8

 

 

 

My grandmother Gould (who I called Nanny) was a constant worrier. She worried about car accidents and snow storms. A mere rain shower would unravel her composure and she wore the little plastic hats over her hair because she was worried about her hairstyle being messed up. Even though I remember all this, I also reflect on happy and joyful times with her. 

 

 

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First photo is of my mom, myself in my early twenties and my nan Gould. Second is of my mom, brother David, myself and Nan at the pancake house in North Haverhill.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It seemed to consume her and I really noticed it once I grew up and after my grandfather passed away. I think I’ve been passed down her worry genes! I remember even as a little girl worrying about things. Once when my mom was bringing us home from my favorite aunt and uncle’s house , it was really foggy and I opened the car door to get my mom’s attention. (stupid, huh?) I was worried about her driving but looking back, I’m not sure why I thrust the door open…what would that accomplish?

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s taken me years to recover from and control it but I believe I’m doing it. I am aware that I’m not the only one with the anxiety fight. Many people crawl their way through life with the constant cloud hung over them, worry. It surely affects decisions, plans, relationships and adventures. How can one truly enjoy and indulge in an adventure if worry taints it? Spontaneous adventures are meant to be carefree and fun, without pressure, anxiety or stress.

 

 

 

 

 

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My boys and I

Now when I start to worry about my boys and what they are doing, I put it out there and then squash it. Instead of dwelling on it, I hand it to God and pray. Then all the negative worry and energy transforms into positive thoughts. I let Him shoulder the weight and He pulls through for me EVERY TIME, in one way or another.

 

 

 

 

What a relief it is…to let go of worry and channel it into something healthy and good! I only wish that my nanny would have done this…let go of worry and trusted the Lord instead. I write this post thinking of her, despite her worry she was a champion of grandmothers and loved me dearly. As a matter of fact, I was named after her. 

 

 

My latest motto is  “no worries!” It’s a blessing to say it and pass it on when communicating with others who are worried or apprehensive about their situation. It also conveys the message to “don’t sweat the small stuff.” Instead give it to God.

 

 

 

All My Best,

 

Heart and Soul ❤

 

 

 

200 Posts!

Good Saturday Morning to you all! I just received a Word press message that announced that I have written 200 posts within the last 15 months! I have truly enjoyed every moment! Thank you for reading my posts, which is an act of faith in me and your genuine interest in my topics. It means the world to me and fuels my fire to keep writing and sharing my thoughts.

 

God Bless you all and have a wonderful day!

All My Best,

Mary aka Heart and Soul ❤

I am a Writer

 

 

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Picture taken from Willard Beach in South Portland, Maine. It looks like a perfect place to write!

 

 

 

Hello fellow bloggers and readers!  As I write this post today, I’m asking myself why do I write and continue to do so? My inspiration has always been to get the thoughts and ideas out. I feel that writing has saved me, for I am a talker. You know those type of people…those gabby people who incessantly talk about themselves and their lives. I confess that I may be one, but writing it down saves the spoken words. I think many people prefer a writer over a talker. Don’t you agree?

 

 

 

 

I write because it feels free. While typing away furiously, I experience a euphoric burst of joy. Have you ever felt that hypnotic rush while practicing a hobby? It’s that one special thing that you live to do and you can hardly wait to indulge in it.  If you haven’t stumbled upon it yet, try new things to seek your niche. Everyone has that special talent or hobby that brings out the best in them. I strongly encourage you to attempt to discover it!You may not know right away but keep seeking it with silent faith.

 

 

 

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One corner of my yard in our country town

 

 

 

My personal journey that I’m traveling on has truly spanned much of my life. As I continue on my path, I hope to bring readers along for the ride. Most times my writings are a plethora of rural moments, family togetherness and magical nature encounters. They may seem simple and plain, but to me, they are mountainous! As I live in every moment and soak it all in, I hope to share the wonder of the country to you all. Perhaps my writings can touch a heart and teach people why country  life is so special. 

 

 

 

 

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the nearby Pearl Lake and mountains

 

 

Lastly, I write because for some reason God placed it in my lap, to pursue and to mold words into meaning. I realized that as a third grader, when I started penning creative writing stories on yellow lined paper. I don’t take this responsibility lightly, as I express my ideas I hope to affect people even in small ways. Maybe a few words may shine a positive light on someone and make them feel good about life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To fellow bloggers, why do you write? Maybe you’ve never been asked that before and you need to ponder over it. I hope that it’s an enjoyable endeavor for you, for if it isn’t you need to question if you really do WANT to write. It’s a hobby and vocation for people that feel that need in their gut…the desire to get the words out or the ideas will be lost forever.

 

 

 

 

 

To readers, why do you read and what topics interest you the most? What draws you to my blog and what would you like to hear about in the future? Do you enjoy the northern New Hampshire posts, in the kitchen or inspirational food for your soul?

 

 

 

 

 

All My Best,

Heart and Soul ❤

 

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Another special spot to write, Ogunquit, Maine.

Rhubarb Custard Bars

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Shared from thelocalbeet.com

 

 

Recently I read a post from Plainsimplelivingblog.wordpress.com The author’s post was focused on rhubarb and how many rhubarb recipes are riddled with sugar. It brought me back in time…years ago when the boys were little and Tom took Dylan and his dad to Maine for a special fishing trip. I made rhubarb custard bars to welcome them home. I remember vaguely that the recipe had sugar but wasn’t overly sweet.

 

 

 

 

It was early spring, in May and the rhubarb patch was thriving and ready to pick. I picked the smaller stalks, as they were deep red and I knew were rich in flavor. I stumbled upon a recipe online and decided to surprise Tom with a yummy dessert.

 

 

 

Here is the recipe I made so long ago and I believe that within a day or two, they were long gone but not forgotten. What I love about this recipe is the subtle orange juice sweetener. It does have quite a bit sugar but you could experiment with it to find a balance that would work.

 

 



Rhubarb Custard Bars
shared from twosisterstherecipes.blogspot.com

 


Pre-heat oven to 325 degrees
lightly oil a 9×13 pan
For crust:
in stand mixer, or by hand:
2 cups flour
1 cup rolled oats
1/2 cup cold butter cut into pieces
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon salt

mix together until the texture of frozen peas. press firmly into pan and set aside.

for filling:
6 eggs
1 3/4 cup granulated sugar
1 cup orange juice
1/4 cup flour
whisk all above ingredients together well… then stir in 3 cups of fresh rhubarb- chopped
pour over crust. bake 45 minutes to 1 hour until center is firm. Cool completely before cutting.

 

Hopefully your growing rhubarb hasn’t gone to seed so that you can try this! If you try baking these, let me know if you enjoyed them or if you cut the sugar and your results.

All My Best,

Heart and Soul ❤

Lilac Beauty

 

A Lilac beauty…

stands in a pristine state.

It’s glorious perfume is divine.

Purple petals open to the sun.

Clusters of a grape tinge,

are immersed in a sea of green.

So lovely and delicate!

Early June days commence

as beautiful lilacs fade away.

Happy June days to all!

All My Best,

Heart and Soul ❤

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Geranium Love

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This dark red color has an orange tint to it. I like their glow for my boxes!

 

 

 

I simply love geraniums but it’s a rather new adoration for me. My early memories of geraniums date back to relatives’ porches and upon graves in cemeteries. As a young girl they didn’t impress me that much.  As an adult I was reintroduced to them by my husband’s former employer, Mrs. Geneen. She had Tom plant several box planters on her deck. Patriotic red geraniums were boldly the focal point of each beautiful arrangement. There was a staunch beauty in those geraniums…and so my adoration of them was born.

 

 

 

 

 

Last year Tom built me window boxes and we planted Mrs. G’s flower mix as a tribute to her. The familiar flower mix brought us back to the summer days she and her family visited the farm. They looked amazing and grew even better than we expected. Vibrant colors of dark purples, rich patriotic reds and pure white flowers greeted everyone passing by. We planted two geraniums, two petunias, two white bicopas and a gorgeous spike in the middle to balance it out.

 

 

 

 

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Newly planted, the purple petunias have yet to grow, but with time and patience they will.

 

 

Geraniums are hearty and easy to grow. They are far from fragile and thrive whether the weather is rainy or hot. They withstand heat pretty well and don’t need to be watered as often as most flowers. In our old house, it was pretty impossible to hang petunias or any other flowers in our back yard. With no trees or forgiving shade, planters cooked in a matter of weeks and never survived the entire summer season. Not willing to give up, I resorted to geraniums in pots! Tom said they were strong and seemed to be heat resistant and so I decided to give it a go. He was right…the deep red flowers did well in the heat and made it to September.

 

 

 

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Our simple but lovely window boxes add a splash of color and beauty to our house front.

 

 

Yesterday I visited the nursery at Sullivan’s Greenhouse in Lancaster, NH, where I bumped into Landaff neighbors Stephen and Annette. While flower and plant browsing, I noticed geraniums come in a variety of colors now. There were bright red with a flashy eye popping hue and dark red, which I prefer. The dark red reminded me of the  patriotic red flowers I picked up last year and was close enough in color for me to snatch them. Other colors were pink and coral with an pinkish tone. They even had pink and white striped variegated geraniums for a different color scheme ( maybe someday I may try these to go for a new theme).

 

 

 

As this lovely and tranquil Sunday morn awoke from it’s nightly nap, I waited for my husband to return from early day chores. We ventured out and shopped for Miracle Grow soil, cedar chips and cow manure for our gardens. The day warmed up nicely in the 70’s with a blazing sun cooking us as we gardened. First we visited Tom’s dad grave in our little town cemetery. We were content to plant red geraniums on each side and a spike plant in the middle. After saying a prayer and us being silent for a minute, Tom and I left our new flowers with his dad.

 

 

 

 

 

It took us just a few minutes to screw the boxes on and fill with the soil. From then on, I took my time planting my flowers and soaking up the beautiful and healing sun. A faint lilac scent from my nearby tree almost put me in a trance. By day’s end the window boxes were planted and watered, as I breathed a sigh of contentment.

 

 

 

 

How great gardening is, especially after a 8 month hiatus! The time in between is a quiet period of reflection, dreaming and hoping for the sweet spring days to arrive. As I grow older in mid-age, I cherish these moments more than I did in my 30’s. Gardening is a healing practice for the soul, the mind, and the body. It’s a hobby that does me more than good and I never want to live without it.

 

 

 

 

How is your planting going? Do you have geraniums as well? Do you plant window boxes? I do hope you are enjoying your planting season and soaking up that wonderful sun!

 

All My Best,

Heart and Soul ❤

 

Love is What We are Born With

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The innocence of children. 

 

 

From Marian Williamson’s book, A Return to Love

 

 

 

“Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learned here.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you have early memories of innocent and courageous times, the moments before you were taught fear?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s a dynamic characteristic of most children that I’m in awe of. They live with a carefree and free fall fearless attitude. The reason is that the harsh world hasn’t taught them fear yet. If only children could keep that precious courage and use it to thrive in life.

 

 

 

In my new life I’m striving to live with an innocent clean slate. Trying to reinvent myself, I want to truly LIVE in love and light and without fear. With God’s help, I’m living with a brave spirit now and it makes life richer than before.

 

All My Best,

Heart and Soul ❤