Nonfiction is the factual truth. Fiction is the emotional truth.
– Carlton Sweeney, a character in Rita Mae Brown’s Furmidable Foes – A Mrs. Murphy Mystery
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Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people.
– Admiral Hyman G. Rickover “father ” of America’s nuclear navy
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Where flowers bloom, so does hope.
– Lady Bird Johnson
Town and Country Mag.com – (photo credit)
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May your neighbors respect you, trouble neglect you, the angels protect you, and heaven accept you.
– Irish saying
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An optimist may see a light where there is none, but why must the pessimist always run to blow it out?
– Rene Descartes, philosopher
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What is objectionable, what is dangerous, about extremists is not that they are intolerant. The evil is not what they say about their cause, but what they say about their opponents. – Robert F. Kennedy
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Most of the successful people I’ve known are the ones who do more listening than talking.
– Bernard M. Baruch, businessman, statesman.
Cozy Comforters in Bright Colors – Bring Solace on Drab Late Winter Days
Can anyone help? Google is failing me this morning.
This photo of a comforter in a local vintage store triggered memories of the comforters that sat on a closet shelf in our home when I was a child. My mother told me my grandmother made them years before, but I can’t recall the construction method she described for sure.
I think they were stuffed with shreds of old rags, but I’m not certain I remember correctly. They had little strings tied in the centers of the squares as in this photo, presumably to hold the layers stably together.
Online searches don’t bring up anything specific to this type of construction.
If anyone know for certain how these old comforters were put together please share your knowledge in the comments section.
However they were made, there have been a lot of days lately when all I wanted to do was curl up under one with a good book, like my latest favorite read, Overkilt, by Kaitlyn Dunnett.
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Animals don’t exist in order to teach us things, but that is what they have always done, and most of what tehy teach us is what we think we know about ourselves.
– Helen Macdonald in her book: Vesper Flights
How Conifers Scent the Moist Air After a Shower
Have you ever strolled through a forest after a rain and enjoyed the fresh scent of pine? An aroma simultaneously soothing and invigorating. A smell reminiscent of vacations spent in the mountains, or evening walks through groves of conifers in a city park.
A feature in DownEast – The Magazine of Maine, recently shared how balsam, fir, hemlock, spruce, pine, cedar infuse the air with their tonic of resinous scent after storms or showers.
It seems in the fleeting fraction of a second, when the raindrops hit the ground, they flatten into pancakes and trap miniscule bubbles that rise, pulling with them the smell of the needle-strewn ground beneath the trees and then burst, bathing the area in their own perfume.
Nature’s own atomizer.
