Spent another night in our tiny cottage on the Lake, as Summer rapidly winds down up North.
We have always named our habitat spaces.
I’m pretty sure this stems from all those years growing up reading books perched amongst the branches of my parent’s Chinese Chestnut trees. Laura lived in The Little House on the Prairie, Scarlett O’Hara lived at Tara, and The Cleary Family lived on the sheep ranch, Drogheda. And so it goes for Cuppycake & I that there has been The Duplex, Springland Terrace, True North, and our current home – North Star.
Along with this rather new (special) cottage space, Cana.
“Be like a duck, paddling and working very hard inside the water, but what everyone sees is a smiling and calm face.”― Manoj Arora
by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.” Romans 12:2
hugs n’ blessings for staying calm & colorful & enjoying gingersnaps all live-long-day!