Thursday, November 10, 2011

Thankful for...


Our daily home baked bread and our eggs from our new hens - so glad we bought some new chicks this past spring because our "old ladies" are not laying at all right now.



This growing girl - all of seven weeks now - holding up her head and smiling away at all of us.



the beautiful weather yesterday that brought us all outside - even without sweaters



washing and hanging out to dry our bed quilt in the warm fresh air



the moon's fullness reflecting in our pond last evening

11 comments:

  1. Mmmm, deep sigh. Love these kinds of posts!

    Thank you.

    Mary
    http://lundkids.blogspot.com

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  2. Those views across your pond are always so lovely! And so is that sweet little girl!
    I am grateful for our home baked bread too. And for any bright sunny days we may have in between these dark cold snowy ones (which are of course nice also...)
    Sendign love to you dear Tonya, Renee <3

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  3. Your bread looks delicious and your Emily is adorable. I have an Emily of my own, only mine is 19 years older!

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  4. Love that moon! We too had a glorious day here in Maine yesterday. I'll take those days whenever I can get them.

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  5. these days before winter sets in are truly one of the greater gifts of natures bounty! glad you all enjoyed it so fully!

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  6. beautiful photos...your little one is precious. I can't believe how big she is getting. wonderful blessings for sure!

    lisa q
    stitching under oaks

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  7. The photos are all refreshing and soothing - lovely! :)

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  8. Beautiful bread, makes me hungry!! Emily is, as all Emilys are, simply perfect ;-)

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  9. Great photos....love the sweater on Emily!

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  10. great photos!!! your homemade bread looks so good.
    i love the sweater !!!
    blessings regina

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  11. I am thankful for your blog. I read it nearly every day and it always makes me happy.

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