At Anna’s Kitchen Table

Sometimes it does me good, amongst the worry of daily life, to stop and remember that it’s the little things that are important. A healthy, happy family (including Lucy here of course) a sound roof over our heads, food in our tummies and flowers springing up around us.
Everything else will follow when it should.

To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
A time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance …
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent and a time to speak;