Monday, October 12, 2009
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Next of course are the noodles. While boiling your water, add salt, pepper, 2-3 crushed
garlic, olive oil, oregano, & parsley. Place your noodles in when the water comes to a good boil. It seems everyone likes their noodles a different consistency... Yet I remember an old woman once told me the way to check for doneness is to take a couple noodles and throw them at the wall.. If they stick they are done.. Now I dont necessarily do that yet I found her method quite funny. Strain the noodles in a colandar. Much of the herbs added eariler will cling to them giving that much more flavor and appearance to the finished product. The olive oil also helps to keep them from sticking.
Of course no spaghetti dinner would be complete without garlic toast. Slice up a small loaf
of french bread and place on a cookie sheet. In a small bowl combine: olive oil, pepper, sesame seeds, 1 Tablespoon butter, and 1-2 crushed garlic cloves. Microwave this briefly just to melt the butter . Spread on both sides of cut bread and broil in oven until lightly brown. Turn as needed. The rest... well that is simple... sit down and enjoy. Needless to say it was an enjoyable dinner and just the right meal to start off our Fall season.
The weather this morning is cloudy and a cool 56... I may just have to bake a little.. I did promise my son a goodie box in the mail.... Enjoy your day.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
As the cooler weather continues and the sun decides to stay hidden by the clouds, the urge to bake is becoming stronger and stronger... I have tried somewhat to keep myself from its calling yet I think today I will give in. I have decided that my baking season has begun. Even if I have to give all my creations away. The urge is too strong.
Thus, today I decided to start small and make some cookies.. Usually Chocolate chip are the usual standby.. I love them soft and gooey, yet Vincent is not fond of them. So I will whip up a batch of his favotite, Peanut Butter. They also lend themselves nicely to the coolness and feeling of the coming Autumn.
This recipe is simple and usually one that is a favorite with my grandkids as they love to make the criss cross with the fork. Enjoy
In a mixing bowl, cream shortning, peanut butter, and sugars. Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Sift together flour, baking soda, and salt and add to creamed mixture. If you do not have a sifter, an easy way is to whisk the ingrediants together in a separate bowl, this works just as well.
Roll mixture into small balls, aproximately 1 1/2". Place on ungreased baking sheet 3" apart. Flatten with a sugared fork, making the well known criss cross pattern.
Bake at 375 degrees for 7 to 12 minutes. Let cool slightly and remove from baking sheet. Sit back and enjoy.
Extra note: Recently per the Domestic Witch blog ( http://domesticwitch.blogspot.com/ ) she had a delightful recipe for lavendar sugar, which I intend to use. I think that this would be perfect to use as a dusting on these cookies or possibly the sugar to dip the fork in before making the criss cross.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
There are not many who would say that they do not enjoy the rush of cool water falling over their heads. Yes at times the sudden change in temperature can be a shock, yet it can also be quite refreshing. Rain is no different. It is mother natures way of washing away the grime that accumulates, making the world and ourselves once again new.
It was a wonderful damp rainy weekend. A weekend to just sit in the house and read a good book or catch up on movies that you have not seen in some time or possibly not at all. A weekend to be still for a bit and enjoy the solitude and peace.
Although the sunlight is loved by all, occasionally it is a pleasant change to have a damp cool misty day. As the rain continues through the beginning of this week, giving glimpses of sunshine as the week progresses, I intend to take advantage of the time. It is a perfect time to capture some photography that only a foggy wet day can give. It is a perfect time to sit with a nice cup of hot tea and read a good book. It is a perfect time to run away into my imagination and work on the story I am writing for my grand kids. It is just a perfect time to enjoy.
Although I know that this slow lazy attitude can not be practiced for long, I intend to hold on to it for a bit longer and enjoy its presence. Happy Monday to all.
Friday, September 11, 2009
September 11 2001... A date that will forever be etched in the minds of millions. At 8:46 am the world was to be changed forever. Although the attacks that occurred on that day were executed on American soil, the repercussions would in time effect so many more.
A total of 3017 people lost their lives on this day. Yet the loss was greater still as fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, husbands, wives, children, and friends were also lost. The grief that would blanket us would be felt world wide. Over 90 countries were represented in the loss.
And still the death count continues. For out of this event arose another. The current death count for Operation Iraqi Freedom and Operation Enduring Freedom (Afghanistan) according to the Washington Post - Faces of the Fallen is 5130. A direct result of the 9-11 attacks, this war shows no sign of ending soon.
Thus today do not just remember the 3017 whose lives were lost 8 years ago today.... Also remember the 5130 who have lost their lives since.
And still the sobering sadness continues, as this number of 8147 does not include the others. Contractors, Journalists, Civilians of said countries, the family and friends touched by the loss, and so many more. A moment of silence.... A prayer for peace....
Thursday, September 10, 2009
It was my son who found it in his search for a good place to eat on the Internet. Seeing that I am a lover of Gnomes, we all decided to visit. Have to say we were quite glad we did... Definitely a local hang out and probably not frequented much by those who are not familiar with the area. All traits of a good place to go, at least in my opinion.
After the over commercialization of much of the Smokies, The Roaming Gnome was a much needed relaxation. After a couple pitches of beer and an array of wonderful appetizers we could easily say that we had made a great choice.
I spoke of the food... We had what was called Cheese Logs... which basically are homemade cheese sticks. Giving them the name Log was not a mistake.... as they definitely were not sticks... Coupled with fresh homemade marinara sauce that was simply to die for. We also had what was called Irish Boxies. Potato balls deep fried served with sour cream and fresh picante.
So if you are ever in the vicinity of Sevierville, Tennessee, make the extra effort to locate this out of the way place... I can assure you it is worth the trouble... Oh, and the picture of the gnome above... that is my own roaming gnome...but then that is a whole other story.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
I am quickly becoming quite a fan of this blogging. One of its many blessings are the people that you meet. A follower of "Rantings" is doing a simply wonderful thing. She has opted to give presents away on her birthday. Just wanted to drop a quick note about it as it is such a sweet thing to do as well as her blog is quite enjoyable and one that you may just enjoy. Please see the link below.
Hurry... you only have until September 14th to register as her birthday is on the 15th and this is when she is going to draw the winners....
Today is one of those days that everyone finds fascinating as all three numbers of the date are the same... Yes it is September 9, 2009 or as it is better known, 9-9-9.
I am sure there are many reasons that people find this date so fascinating and special yet for me there is mainly one.
It is the day that the Beatle RockBand is released. Like many other Beatle fans I have been awaiting this date... Although I think many of us are closet RockBand/Guitar Hero fanatics. I can hardly wait to purchase my copy and start learning. Although I usually play the bass on Guitar hero, I will need to brush up on my skills as George is my favorite beatle thus, I have to play lead. The words, no problem.. I already know them all...
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
As I am sure you have noticed, photography is one of my favorite pastimes. Sometimes I am amazed at the number of pictures that I have accumulated. Since I first received my Nikon D8O for Christmas 2 years ago, I have been taking pictures.
I recently started a pictorial blog The Picture As Janie Sees It. I wanted to be able to show more of my photography and the different areas I shoot. I would like to invite you to stop by when you have some free time to browse at the pictures. I can promise you that there will be more to come..
Friday, August 28, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Since my grandchildren have moved out of state, much of my communication with them is in the form of letters and/or phone calls. I always look forward to talking to them on the telephone. I love trying to discern what it is my grandson is trying to tell me about each time. I am learning slowly his telephone talk, as he is quick to let me know when it is that I am wrong. My granddaughter is much more articulate and we have had some good conversations.
This last weekend, once again we had our weekend talk. However this time there was good news to be told. When my granddaughter called I could hear the excitement in her voice. Something must have happened at school or with one of her friends I thought... Maybe at her tumbling class. I could not have been farther from the truth. As she took the receiver from her mother to talk to me, she quickly blurted out the news... Momma is going to have a baby. Of course she wants a little sister, seeing that she has already had the "joy" of a little brother. A little sister in her mind would just be too much fun.
She has already began thinking about names for the baby. Of course they are all girl names. I asked her if the baby would sleep with her. She stated, "Only after she is potty trained. Until then she can sleep with my brother." Speaking of her brother, he informed me that he is "super excited too." Although I have a feeling that when April rolls around and a new little one is the center of attention that he may change his mind a little.
Needless to say I am also "super excited".
Friday, August 21, 2009
When things were younger still…
When time went slowly
And love was gained by will…
A boy with eyes of dragons
That shown an emerald green…
Felt love and lust for someone
Whose face he had never seen….
Yet still he could taste her passion
And yearn her skin to feel…
And long for that one moment
His fate with hers he’d seal.
His life it seemed was destined
To meld with her as one
Yet nowhere could he find her
Her presence was but gone
For many years he sought her
Her nearness a constant need
Seeking every corner
The path to her to lead.
At last one day she faced him
Her eyes a brilliant blue
That shown with Mother Moons own glory
And beamed a love so true
His hands they finally touched her
Ran his fingers cross her skin
Kissed her lips so softly
Wishing so much more to win
Their love transcended others
Much further than all else
For time had waited for this moment
To complete and fill the self
Even when at last they parted
Something not that either wished
Love still burned and shown as brightly
As when they received the gift
Through out time they seek each other
Wishing only just to find
That one that touched them deeply
And was one of their own kind
No one else can ever fill
The void left by that they lost
Never will they yield the search
No matter what the pain or cost
They will search until they find
The one that filled them with such joy
The love, the passion, and the pleasure
The final ending to their story.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Yet also with this faster pace there have come new ways to cope. No longer does one need to grow and harvest their own food, wondering if the yield will be plenty to sustain them throughout the time needed. There are now supermarkets where one can easily go at anytime and purchase any and all they may need. Why take the time to walk in the quiet woods where the wild flowers grow freely and abundantly, gathering some to take home to admire and remind you of your solace. One can always go to the nearest florist and purchase a multitude of flowers that have been purposely grown in conditions which have been altered. Of course, the advantages that have come to us through the years are helpful and naturally one would not wish to do away with them. However they have come with a price.
We have lost our sense of wonderment. We find the need to work that extra overtime rather than come home and spend time with our family. We choose to stop and pick up take out, rather than fixing a fresh home cooked meal. We stay indoors on a beautiful summer eve as to not miss an episode of the latest reality show on television rather than sit out on the back porch and admire the uniquely beautiful sunset as it paints the sky in pale pinks, oranges and purples.
It is a choice one makes within themselves, whether to take the extra time to experience such joys. Yes, there are those times when it is not a possibility, however in most cases there is no reason that the later of the choices mentioned cannot be taken. Such action could actually help one to deal with the rat race a little more easily. It is hard to believe that one would argue that sitting in a comfortable reclined lawn chair, iced drink in hand, watching the beauty that mother nature can exhibit would be a stressful thing to endure.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The kitchen has long been considered a sacred place. In earlier times the kitchen was considered an honored place of the home. It was the first area of a home to be built as it held the hearth or home fire. The hearth fire was seldom allowed to die out as it symbolized the heart of the home. Most of us are not fortunate enough to have a true fire built hearth in out kitchens. In today's world this is somewhat impractical so we settle for a gas or electric stove. Yet still it represents the same. Although for those who have used both, (gas or electric) the use of a gas stove is preferred. There is something about the sight of the actual flame burning as opposed to an element turning red and distributing heat.
In today's society it has become a time of quickness. There seems not to be the time it takes to prepare a “real” meal. Kitchens have become smaller in some cases and the microwave has taken the place of the oven. It is the simplicity of the boxed and/or frozen dinner that has lured many away. Not to mention the wonderful fast food revolution. Restaurants where you merely stop by on the way home and pick up take out, not considering the ingredients used, the nutritional value or the cleanliness of the place or its employees. Yet there are still those who practice the old ways. They have learned that even though one may have to do a little extra work, the result of their efforts can be well worth it. Not only is the taste so much more real, the nutritional and health value is better. Plus you know whether or not you washed your hands after using the restroom earlier that day.
Cooking has long been a passion of mine. There is something about taking the time and energy to gather and combine items in a matter to create something delightful for others. A true lover of the kitchen knows exactly what I am speaking of. Growing your own items to be used, cleaning and preparing it as needed, then the actual cooking and serving the dish you have prepared. In each act it is as if one injects a piece of themselves. Thus when given to others it is as if you are presenting yourself.
The memory of my grandmothers fresh baked plum pudding, my Aunt Inez home made chicken and noodles, or the way my mother could make a potato taste wonderful no matter how she prepared it, are all perfect examples. Maybe it is just because I love to eat and the taste of some foods can just make me smile all over… And I know there are those of you out there who know exactly what I am talking about. Consider yourself lucky when you have the opportunity to either experience these moments again and/or you have the time to share of yourself and give the gift to others. It is a bit of a lost art…
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
It amazes me at times how difficult some make it. What is it? Anything really. It is almost as if they strive for discord or difference. Their lives are just not complete without a little unsettleness occurring. When it comes to the discussion of ones beliefs, this is even more true.
Growing up in a small Oklahoma town, the one thing that we were not short of was churches. It always seemed that each one was striving to boost their attendance and membership more than the other and therefore whichever one was winning at the time was the place to be. Not growing up in a church going home I was what was considered fair game. I can say that out of the 7 churches in our small town of approximately 5000 I attended all but one. I do not regret this in anyway as it truly gave me a broad overview of all the denominations and their beliefs.
The church itself gave me much comfort and guidance as a child, something I will forever be grateful for. However the people truly made me cautious. I learned to be careful and not trust completely all that was said to me. I learned to search for myself to find the answers to the questions I asked. This search led me in several directions yet always it seemed to eventually lead me to what I needed to learn. "Seek & Ye shall find" Yet some of the paths which gave me the wisdom I longed for were forbidden by the "church".
It took a great deal of time to get past this feeling of shame and guilt that loomed over me. Yet with time and much soul searching, I made it past this point. Ones spiritualism is just that... one's spiritualism. It is a personal relationship that is shared between oneself and their God/Gods. It is not for any other to dictate and force onto one. However there will always be those who do just that. I truly feel that my beliefs and path is a combination of many.
"Belief" by John Mayer is a beautiful song. If you have never listened carefully to it, I recommend that you take a moment and do so. The first time I heard this song, its words rang so true in my mind and seemed so well to explain to me why people feel so passionately about what they believe. Allowing each their own is something I truly have always tried to do.... Knowing that I am not perfect and at times fall short. Yet still I have to keep in mind that as much as I want for others to allow me my space, my beliefs, that I likewise need to allow them theirs, regardless. I am sure that still I will find disagreement in my manner of belief. That as I become bolder and step out further in regards to this side of me, many who before I could call my friends may not be as receptive as previously.
Yet I have never been more complete in my life. My life has never been more full and enriching. The path I follow is truly where I need and should be. I know there are many out there who feel much the same way. Yet when it comes down to the bottom... I remember this one fact: It will not be those that disagree with my beliefs who I stand before or who will judge me and decide my fate as I pass on into the next phase of life. Just as it will not be me what they stand before. I am at peace with my God and that is truly all that matters.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Although it is only early August, we have been blessed with some wonderfully cooler days reminiscent of early fall. It never fails when the cooler days begin, my love for cooking, especially baking rises to the top of my priorities. With the kids not as close as before I have to watch the things that I may bake as an over abundance means waste or the fact that Vincent and I may have to eat it.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
There is nothing like a summer shower to break the heat. We have been fortunate enough to have approximately 3 weeks of cooler weather with a nice rain thrown in here and there. Once again our yard is green and lush like it was at the beginning of spring. Birds are more abundant and seem to be more active. New flowers have bloomed and flourished also since the beginning of our cooler wet spell. Yet it seems that summer is not quite finished with us yet.
Although July gave us a nice break from the heat and reminded us of the wonderfulness of fall, August came in and seems to be telling us that summer is not over just yet. The 100 degree plus temperatures are said to be heading back our way this week. The added heat has already given a nice boost to the grass and mowing is going to be a chore that will need to be tended with before the week is over.
The heat has also once again urged the sunflowers to once again grow and bloom their big beautiful yellow flowers. Lifting their faces towards the sun at the start of day and turning them slowly as if to follow it throughout the day to bask in all its warmth and sunshine. Being an avid bird lover, sunflower seeds is something that are abundant at our home. Throughout the yard small seedlings can be found. Not just underneath the obvious bird feeders yet also throughout the yard from where the birds have dropped them, the seeds seem to be everywhere. Many of these seedlings are mowed over or plucked from their place in the ground. Yet this year many have been allowed to grow and bloom.
Thanks to my granddaughter, who shared her left over pumpkin seeds with me a couple years back, I have learned the joy of cultivating the seeds of many plants and using them the next year around. Thus, the large yellow flowers that eventually drop their faces from the sun and lean over as if in exhaustion due to the weight of the seeds that have grown to cover their face, are then cut and dried. When fully dried the seeds are then extracted and kept until the next year to once again start the cycle over.
Granted many of my sunflowers are not grown in this manner yet from the seeds that have dropped from the birds, yet there are a few that still are planted from the seeds that have been recycled from the years past. This is still a project in the early stages. With flowers only being on a 2nd or 3rd generation. Yet I look forward to the years when I can enjoy the flowers that have been grown from seeds that have been taken from a plant, that can claim the first seeds as a long distant relative.
Much like an aloe vera plant given to me, which came from a plant that is over 30 years old. Many a new growth has been taken from her and many have enjoyed her remedies. Imagine 30 years. Silly maybe, yet to pass something, even a plant through time excites me.
Peace & Blessings
Monday, August 3, 2009
You may have noticed that the last few days I have not been as vigilant at keeping to my promise to have an entry every day. I could make up several excuses as to why this is so, yet the truth of the matter is that I have been enjoying spending time with Vincent.
It is a grand thing when you find someone who you truly just love to spend time with. Vincent and I are that way. He had been working non-stop for the month of July and when he finally received some time off, we took advantage of it. The weather had been just beautiful, much cooler than normal late July weather. We took the bike out a few times, worked in our yard, went to the movies, and did nothing at times. It has been enjoyable and well worth the laziness. Yet once again it is time to get back to the things that need tending.
I think it is important to take advantage of moments like that. I think of my grandkids and know there were plenty of times when I let things slide just so I could sit and play with them. I would not trade those moments for anything. I have found that most things will still be there when you decide to become industrious again and tend to them.
Love & Peace
Saturday, August 1, 2009
He was a quiet child as he grew. Loving to lose himself in a thick book or spend tedious hours working on his models of world war II tanks. He seemed to be like a sponge, drawing up all the information he could. Although he did have his moments when he would follow his older brothers temptations and join in for some simple teasing of his younger sister. Although it seemed he always got the bad end of the deal.
As he grew older, his intelligence grew and he went to a advanced school in another city, which required him to be away from home. It was not a hard decision for me at all allowing him to take this opportunity and run with it. I knew the possibilities that would come from it would be more than any he could have gotten at his home school. It became even more than I had hoped for. It fed him with challenges and engaged him with others of like minds. It gave him a broader view of the world and thus made him more aware of the differences in people. It was also at this place where he met his fiance. A wonderful girl who only helped him to grow more.
Yet at times.... when he smiles... I still see that little boy I fell in love with so many years ago. Happy Birthday, Zac
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
This is a perfect salsa to make in the summer to just keep on hand to eat at anytime. It is fast and easy to make and is even good for you.
2 cans of black beans
2 cans Rotel tomatoes (Mild or Hot depending on your taste)
2 cans Corn
1 bunch of fresh green onions
1 red onion chopped
1 ½ tsp Cayenne Pepper
1 bottle of Zesty Italian Dressing
1 finely chopped Jalapeño (Optional)
1 small green and red pepper chopped
Put all the ingredients into a large bowl, chopping up the vegetables as needed. Cover with Italian dressing and stir to coat entirely. Cover with lid and place in refrigerator overnight. Before serving drain in colander to remove excess liquid and place in serving dish. Great with tortilla chips or just by itself. This can be altered to fit your taste in regards to spiciness. I have found also that squeezing a lime over the top adds a nice little kick. Enjoy.
Monday, July 27, 2009
I woke this morning to find a cloudy day. Rain came down lightly on the roof drumming softly urging me to just stay in bed a bit longer. The covers felt good snuggled up tight around my neck and I could hear my little voice telling me to just stay in bed a little bit more. Yet I knew it was time to rise and to once more start my day.
Slowly I scooted around the house in silence, as I was the only one here. Vincent had left much earlier to begin his work week. I greeted the kittens (Willow, Emma, & Turd) good morning as I entered the utility room. I opened the back door to let them escape to the cool dampness of the morning. They scampered out quickly as they do each day; stopping to greet the other cats that had already began to occupy the back porch. Ah the life of a cat. Eat, sleep, play… then start it all over again. I leaned down to pet each one a bit before I returned to the house to further continue my daily routine.
I picked up a few things in the kitchen and started a load of laundry. Ate my breakfast and took my vitamins. So many things that I can see that I need to do. It is another week and another day. I begin to work on the things that need tended to. My chores take me outdoors once more to feed the cats. They jump and run about my feet, speaking as if urging me to play with them. Seeing some stray weeds in my flower garden I kneel to pull them.
Such a peaceful day it is. The frogs are lined up along side the pond, enjoying the gentle rain as it falls. Birds congregating around the bird feeders to eat their morning snack. A beautiful flicker lands on a nearby willow, displaying all its colors. A lone hummingbird takes turns between the 3 feeders enjoying the fact that he has it all to himself. Even the flowers seem to be enjoying the slowness of this morning. The rain drips off each petal slowly, falling onto another to follow the same sequence again. I find it hard to motivate myself today. I would enjoy to just sit on my back porch and experience the quiet summer rain. And perhaps later, after “some” of my chores are finished… I will do just that.
Enjoy your day
Friday, July 24, 2009
Beginning today and continuing each Wednesday hereafter, a new and creative recipe and/or kitchen tip will be introduced. And requests, feel free to ask. I may not know yet I am willing to try and find out. Today’s recipe is my Fairy Honey Cakes. This is a recipe I only recently found, yet loved it the first time I made them. They are a spice cupcake that is simply wonderful with a cup of hot tea or coffee. The honey lends itself to create a sweet crunchy top that is simply to die for. I usually make these in cooler weather, yet recently I found some of the most delicious local honey that I just had to make a batch. Enjoy.
1 ½ cup honey (fresh local honey is best)
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
½ cup brown sugar packed
½ cup butter (real butter is best)
2 cups flour (I prefer the unbleached)
½ teaspoon baking soda
Approximately 2 Tablespoons milk
Sift flour, cinnamon, and soda together in small bowl. In large bowl cream butter and sugar. Separate egg. Add yolk to butter and sugar mix and set white aside for later. Add honey gradually to butter mix. Stirring until blended. Fold in flour mix slowly. Add milk as needed so that the batter is stirable but thick. Whisk the remaining egg white to a stiff froth and fold gently into the batter. Fill muffin tins ½ full. Sprinkle a little sugar on the tops. Natural brown sugar works wonderful. Bake at 425 for 15 -20 minutes.
Peace & Blessings
Thursday, July 23, 2009
There is that place for all of us where we go and escape when the stress of everyday life seems to become too much. It is a place that helps us to drift away and find the solace that we so desperately need at that moment. For some it is a good book that takes them away to some other world other than their own. Some lose themselves by closing their eyes and allowing their ears to do the traveling while their favorite music plays softly for some and loudly for others. Each one of us feels that our secret place is the best. And for each individual this fact is true. As we each have our perfect fit.
For myself, I feel that I am truly blessed. On an early morning, just as the sun begins to peek over the horizon, or at the end of a busy day, I can go to my special place and it always seems that all the worries just pass and life is just pleasant. I am speaking of my yard, yet to me it is my secret garden. From the moment we laid eyes on our property I knew that it was special and that it would hold a dear place in my heart.
It is a large yard of about 3 acres with a small pond just off to the side. Willow trees circle the pond while large and small bullfrogs line its bank. A variety of birds have called it home and frequent the bird feeders that are scattered through out. Our many cats and kittens can be seen running and playing in the coolness of the morning or lounging in the heat of the afternoon. The sounds are simply that of peace. Although we have a few neighbors near, we are off the beaten track of the noisiness of a city or the road of a busy highway.
As the years have passed we have worked hard on tending it. Many of the willows that circled the pond initially were damaged in an earlier ice storm. However this clearing made room for other things. Smaller flowering shrubs and scads of wildflowers now grow in their place. A tree house has been built in the large elm and a small wild flower bed is tended beneath her. The squirrels frequent the woodpile nearby as well as the feeder that is consistently filled with their favorite morsels. Large fairy rings fill the yard near the time of the full moon and gifts left under the small oak, which I tended from a sapling, are welcomed by the bunnies that also enjoy the lavender and rosemary that grow along side. We have had an abundance of wild animals visit throughout our time here. Deer, geese, turkey, roadrunners, coyotes, turtles, armadillos, to just name a few lend their presence on occasion. It is a refuge. Not only for us yet for anyone or anything that comes to visit.
It will change even more as time passes and become even dearer to my heart. For it is my place of peace. Where I know I can go and all my troubles for that time will be gone, or at least made lighter. It is a place where my head is cleared and my thoughts once again run freely and uncluttered. Yes, I do love nature and all her glory. For she is where we all first came from. Our sweet dear mother earth. How in her simplicity she shows us her wonder. And just like a mothers soft words, her beauty calms us once again.
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
This is far from the case if I experience the dogs in the presence of my friends. They are jumping, barking, and doing anything but behaving in a mannerly way. She yells at them to come to which they give little if any attention. They are consistently on all fours running circles around her or jumping to gain her attention. I often wondered what it was that made the dogs differ so in there behavior between the two. One would think that since the dogs belonged to my friend, that their obedience would be first and foremost to her. The lack of movement on the movement , one would think would lead the dogs to think that they had run of the house when she was home alone. All the things that were forbidden could be done at this time as she would never be able to catch them in time to do any harm to them.
I asked the mother recently how she managed to get the dogs to behave in such an orderly manner. She smiled at me and looked to her right and patted the cane that lay beside her on the sofa. It is because they know that I will knocked them over the head with my cane if they do anything that they are not suppose to she said boldly. She continued to say, I may not be the alpha male but they respect me as the bad ass old lady of the house. It was near this time that the daughter came into the room hearing the tail end of our conversation. Her mother than stated, she refuses to use the cane. If she disciplines them this is what she uses. She lifted a rolled up magazine off the table. And sometimes she thinks that is too cruel.
Never had I ever seen the mother hit the dogs with her cane, however they were well aware of the fact that she would if it needed to be done. Many times I had seen the daughter yell and swing the magazine at the dogs. Yet even if she struck them they continued their ruckus. Why because they knew there was little if no consequence to their action. They could do almost anything and the worst thing that could happen was a little spake with the magazine.
This comparison soon helped me to realize the difference in the personality of the mother and the daughter. Whereas the mother is brash and ballsy and has no problem saying what she feels or thinks, the daughter is timid and quiet and afraid of hurting others feelings, therefore forfeiting her own in most times. The mother is willing to do what need be to get what she wants or to get done what needs be, whereas the daughter walks softly being careful to not disrupt things around her and at times giving up things done the way she would like as to not make a fuss.
So, which one are you. Are you the cane or the rolled up magazine. At times a happy medium needs to be established. However, I think I prefer the cane. It need only be used once or twice and then only its presence is necessary. Something to think about at least... Until next time
The only adjustment to the recipe is to bake them for apx 20 minutes or until they are golden brown... The perfect peach pie just got better.