A Garden Fair!

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A Garden Fair

I will sing you a song
Of a garden fair,
Wherein were sown seeds
That brought blossoms rare.

Love, joy and kindness,
And hearty good cheer,
Were the seeds that were sown
And flowered here.

The garden fair
Was a little child’s mind,
And the seeds were these thoughts,
Just the very best kind.

By Helen A. Fussell

Artist Beatrix Potter.

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Good morning 🌅🌄

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Count your good deeds every morning
and fill your mind with positive thoughts.
That is secret to being happy and inspired all day long.

  • Voile Corine

photo credit: https://www.flickr.com/people/m-louis/

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New Week Inspiration ❤️☀ . . . Cherish moments as they happen

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Cherish moments as they happen and do not wait until they are a memory to truly value them.
Appreciate and recognize the value of each day you are given and the value of each minute you get to spend with the people we love. Don’t wait till it’s gone to know what you’ve got.
Sometimes we will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

May your week be full of positive energy and your Monday be filled with the anticipation for a blessed week.

Text and image source: Mitra Shahidi https://www.facebook.com/100007738899262/posts/2911032039164731/

Half of the world is composed of…

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“Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can’t, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.”
Robert Frost

Howard Sochurek – Robert Frost standing in a field in Herefordshire with his hand over his face, 1957.
(The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images)

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Happy Mother’s Day!

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“The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Is the Hand That Rules the World”

By William Ross Wallace

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“Being a mother means that your heart is no longer yours;
it wanders wherever your children go.

By George Bernard Shaw.

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Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face

George Eliot.

Beautiful art by Liane Collot d’Herbois

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