Archive for 'Environment'
5 Minutes Of My Day – Noticing the beauty all around us
Taking the time to stop and notice with small and beautiful things all around us.
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| 2017 Celebrating the wedding of our niece and our anniversary |
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| 2016 Traveling in Utah such a beautiful place |
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| 2015 Out for a walk on this the first day of fall |
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| 2014 Getting flowers from my beloved. |
Grandma Snyder
©twosnydergirls 2018
5 Minutes Of My Day – Sitting in small rooms
Sitting is described as the new danger to our health and today I can believe that. Sitting in small rooms with no opportunity to walk around is soul crushing.
Government waiting room or break out rooms were never meant to spend to spend a day in. No pictures, no reading material, no window!
This is one part of my job I will not miss when I retire.
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| 2017 Just enjoying a a chocolate bar with no guilt |
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| 2016 Watching the girls receive bibles from the Sunday School teachers |
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| 2015 Beauty in the sunset |
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| 2014 Watching a storm move over the landscape |
Grandma Snyder
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Sue’s Butterfly Junk Journal
Sue’s Butterfly Journal.
We will never know the impact we have on people.
Sue is a soft spoken gentle woman with the spirit of a lion.
She sees people and that in a world of social media is rare and wonderful all at the same time.
On a day when the world was imploding, one of those days when all of the joy has been pulled out of the spirit she saw me.
Since that day when asked to think of a time you experienced kindness it is of the moment Sue saw me I think of.
Making this journal was a labour of love as with cut of the scissors, stitch on the sewing machine I thought of Sue and the many ways she has influenced my life.
There is a video flip through of the complete journal at the bottom of this post.
Grandma Snyder
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5 Minutes Of My Day – Mist On The Lake
The weather has cooled off and with the change in temperature comes mist off the warmer water. Today the mist raising into a sunny blue sky transported me back to a memory of a trip to Newfoundland where morning fog rolled at its leisure off the ocean and onto the land, stopping traffic until it passed. Thoreau’s would have had similar memories as he speak of the Newfoundland mist in his poem.
Mist
Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain-head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,
And napkin spread by fays;
Drifting meadow of the air,
Where bloom the daisied banks and violets,
And in whose fenny labyrinth
The bittern booms and heron wades;
Spirit of lakes and seas and rivers, –
Bear only perfumes and the scent
Of healing herbs to just men’s fields.
~ Henry David Thoreau
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| 2017 Driving to work under a rainbow |
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| 2016 Watching storm clouds gather |
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| 2015 Loving our late blooming dinner plate hibiscus |
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| 2014 Story time at church how quickly they grow up. |
Grandma Snyder
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