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Slow dinners beneath the new crimson umbrella.
A mini greenhouse.
Pots of petals.
What does Spring look like at your house?
p.s. Weekend blogging over here.
I’m nesting. The urge begins to stalk me about this time every year and 2010 is no exception. Only this year, I’m more focused. More determined. Convinced that less means more. More space. More time. More us. So as I scurry from one corner to the next, purging, clearing, and scrubbing, I remind myself of the goal. It’s not a clean house. It’s more time. These posts have helped me to prioritize and gather steam for the task. Thought I’d pass them along.
20 tips for finding your routine with kids – Tsh | simple mom
how to reclaim your attention – Leo | zen habits
intentional cleaning – Jamie | steady mom
Maegan is simplifying as well and at least, for a time, will be closing her shop, Madeleine Bea. Her prices are unbelievable! Tiptoe over and take a peek at her beautiful soaps and scrubs.
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These dairy-free lemon poppyseed drop cookies have become a family favorite. They freeze wonderfully and I actually prefer them cold instead of straight out of the oven. Try them. You won’t be disappointed.
3/4 cup sugar
3/4 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup margerine (I use Earth Balance)
1 cup applesauce
1-1/2 tsp vanilla
3/4 tsp baking soda
3/4 tsp salt
1 tsp lemon zest
2-1/2 cups flour
1/4 cup poppy seeds
Cream together both sugars, margerine, and applesauce.
Add remaining ingredients.
Drop SMALL spoonfuls onto a cookie sheet.
Bake 8 to 10 minutes at 350 degrees.
Makes about 3-1/2 dozen
Trimming away the day-stealing excess.
Doing one thing less, not one thing more.
Learning to ignore.
Establishing a daily routine rather than a schedule.
Cleaning smarter, not better.
Less time at this keyboard.
More time scrawling in ink on paper.
And loving it.
How are you simplifying these days?
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Spring birthing red and fuzzy just beyond the kitchen window.
The Word coming alive in John’s first epistle – marinating in it, day and night.
Short, unexpected chats with my not-so-little brother, defending freedom in a far off country.
Her ever-expanding vocabulary: pwobabwy…unapwopwiate…cowwect.
Braeburn sweetened breakfasts.
The afghan my grandmother crocheted, warming us at night.
Candlelit dinners for no reason at all.
A newfound romance with paper and ink.
Simplifying (more on this later).
Sunshine on a stem.