“Look deep, deep, deep into nature, and then you will understand everything.” – Albert Einstein
Do you see the natural nature that surrounds you?
Natural Nature
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The Naked Canadian Tree
The naked Canadian tree
stands tall
waiting for me.
Her branches dance
in the night
waiting for me.
Naked with nothing
swaying at first light
She waits for me.
Third nomination | The Versatile Blogger Award
My Sardinian Life has been nominated for the wonderful Versatile Blogger Award. A splendid way to start the new year, thank you Queens new life in Canada for the nomination.
My Sardinian Life was nominated three times for this prestigious blogging award! So I am doing something right. You can read about the first two awards and the fantastic 30 blogs I’ve nominated below.
Canadian Snow
After thirteen days of hoping, wishing and praying, it finally happened. It snowed, in Canada! It was a bright green holiday season and I was hoping to get a good white covering, this morning it happened.
Throwing on my favorite Canadian sweater I stepped outdoors and snapped a few snowy pics. I hope it lasts. A Snowman is in the making.
Just a light dusting, but I’m happier than a Canadian in a canoe.
How do you play with snow?
Canadian Greetings
Greetings from Canada.
Wishing you a safe and happy new year.
Regular postings to resume third week of January. It’s a long holiday back home for My Sardinian Life. I should blog from Canada. I would blog from Canada. I could blog from Canada but little hands are grabbing me, little hearts need hugs and little eyes are shining, waiting for Aunt Jenny to play. For these few precious moments in my life that is all that matters.
Have you spent this holiday season wrapped up in little hands, feeling the love? I’d love to hear your joyous moments from this holiday season.
My Home and Native Land
Where in the world is Jennifer Avventura?
In the land of horseshoes, timbits and drive thru’s.
Oh yes, after 38 months abroad, I’ve come home to surprise my family. And what a wonderful surprise it was. I will never forget their faces when they saw me in that first moment. Priceless.
For lunch today, again, I will be going to Tim Horton’s. Yum! I’m an addict when it comes to Timmy’s. I’ll be having the soup of the day with an everything bagel loaded with cream cheese. Then I will wash it down with a few timbits! Life is grand.
I still haven’t a digital camera, but am working on buying a new one.
My posts for the next month will be infrequent to say the least. But I am still here, hear me ROAR! And I am reading your posts.
Wishing you all a wonderful and safe holiday season.
Happy Holidays from Jennifer Avventura.
Lightening Strike x Four
Am now without a digital washing machine, digital camera, dvd player AND computer. This past friday, during the day, we had a severe surge and or lighting strike.
Back as soon as possible with posts about My Sardinian Life.
Keeping you, my readers, updated.
A Falls View in Winter
Niagara Falls
Leisure is a form of silence, not noiselessness. It is the silence of contemplation such as occurs when we let our minds rest on a rosebud, a child at play, a Divine mystery, or a waterfall.
~ Fulton J. Sheen
How do you eat your artichoke?
Spinoso Sardo
The artichoke farmer stopped by the house one rainy afternoon and with him he carried freshly picked artichokes. Four spinoso Sardo artichokes and four globe artichokes.
Artichokes are my favourite winter vegetable and in Sardinia they grow in abundance. My favourite way to eat an artichoke is in risotto. Husband eats the artichoke stem, raw.
I’ve baked, steamed, and fried artichokes. They are wonderfully delicious to eat any way you like.
Love artichokes? Are you looking for a new and easy recipe? Click the following link. There’s even a few pictures of the artichoke farm, plus a super easy recipe.
Eating Made Easy | Oven Baked artichokes & Potato
How do you eat your artichoke?
Morning Runners
Yellow flashy Usain Bolt-esque runners tied and I’m out the door before the morning sun peaks over the mountain-tops. Florence & The Machine rage in my ears as I begin my warm-up. Herds of cow, horse and sheep meander on the lightly dew dropped mountain searching for their mornings feast.
I am a morning runner, therefore I run.
The mountain pulls me down her slight decline for three kilometers. The salt water breeze kisses my face and I run head on into its morning freshness.
This is how I start my mornings four times a week. Every week, summer excluded.
My turn around point is a small parking area for those wishing to text, chat or play games on their mobile devices, take a pee or watch the stunning panoramic view of the Bay of Asinara.
I used to stop and take in the view, watch the ocean crash in on this stunning island oasis. However, I’ve become stronger in my runs and want to continue on.
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