Friday, November 29, 2013

November Babies

Two of three baby finches posing with their parents. 
The finches will get the orange beaks and 
definitive markings within a few weeks.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Luscious Lemons

It's finally time to pick the lemons. 
They are so much better than those in the grocery
because they are allowed to ripen on the tree.
They're juicy, not nearly so sour, and big! 
Thanks to the friend who gave me the small tree
 when they were moving out of town
(and that was just two or three years ago).
There are still twice this many on the tree, not yet as ripe.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

So Many Blessings

I noticed the little boy sitting on books to help him reach the table...
At my Grandma's house, I remember sitting on Sears catalogs when I was about this size. 

Monday, November 25, 2013

I'm Taking Orders!

Just in time for cooler weather, 
these lovely ruffled scarves will accent any outfit!

Light, but cozy. Dressy, but casual. Trendy, but timeless.

They would also make awesome gifts for friends, 
neighbors, co-workers, mothers, daughters, sisters...
you get the idea! Who wouldn't love this?

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Zippy Zinnias

The summer crop of zinnias is gone, 
but seeds fell, so a new crop sprang up to replace them. 
When the rest of the yard looks shabby and spent, 
these wondrous lil' flowers are fresh and new.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Sunshine Colors

There came a nice shower in late afternoon.
The sky darkened.


hues of 

in lemons 
and mums,

shimmering wet with raindrops.

Thursday, November 21, 2013


Retrieved from a neighbor's cast-off Halloween decor :-)  

Scooped out the seeds. Baked it. Pureed it. Froze it.
Anticipating some pumpkin pies soon.

The ugly pumpkin is called a "Red Warty Thing" Pumpkin.
The seeds are for sale at this link

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Thank You, Lord...

"Jesus Christ, the same 
yesterday, today, and forever."

Hebrews 13:8

Monday, November 18, 2013

The Odd Life...

Not that it could actually happen. 
But it's a clean, heart-warming story...
you should be prepared to shed a tear or two. 
We rented this DVD from Redbox. 

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Grateful Praise

Lord of all, to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.

Saturday, November 16, 2013


My husband is preparing to paint the house, 
so these plants had to be moved.

The roots, though not lovely themselves, 
hold the potential of loveliness. 

So I will have transplanted them elsewhere, 
expecting them to flourish and burst forth 
with beautiful lillies again next year. 

Friday, November 15, 2013

Seeing Red

I have enjoyed looking out my kitchen window at the remaining "bounty" of the season. I must admit, our raised beds are not very fertile, and the pitiful little "garden" is nothing to brag about... but it's nice none-the-less to see the colorful zinnias that remain and the bright red bell pepper that are loving this cooler weather. 

We've gathered these crunchy treasures by the handfuls over the past few weeks. They are just wonderful to munch on fresh, or to saute with onion for whatever I'm cooking.

To make a variation of fried rice, I sauteed: 1 chopped onion, 1 sliced red bell pepper, 3 stalks celery, and 1 lg. grated carrot in 1/2 c. butter. Then I added 3 c. of left-over cold rice and covered w/ lid till rice was heated through. No extra seasoning needed, and it was yummy!

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Poem #2

~The First Thanksgiving~

Children, do you know the story of the first Thanksgiving Day
Founded by our Pilgrim fathers in that time so far away?

They had given, for religion, wealth and comfort, yes, and more,
Left their homes, and friends, and kindred for a bleak and barren shore.

On New England's rugged headlands, now where peaceful Plymouth lies,
There they built their rough log cabins, ‘neath the cold, forbidding skies.

And too often e'en the bravest felt his blood run cold with dread,
Lest the wild and savage red-man burn the roof above his head.

Want and sickness, death and sorrow, met their eyes on every hand,
And before the springtime reached them, they had buried half their band.

But their noble, brave endurance was not exercised in vain;
Summer brought them brighter prospects, ripening seed and waving grain.

So the Governor, William Bradford, in the gladness of his heart,
To praise God for all His mercies, set a special day apart.

That was in the Autumn, children, sixteen hundred and twenty-one;
Scarce a year from when they landed, and the colony begun.

And now when in late November, our Thanksgiving feast is spread,
‘Tis the same time-honored custom of those Pilgrims, long since dead.

We shall never know the terrors that they braved, years, years ago,
But for all their struggles gave us, we our gratitude can show.

And the children of this country, if they feast, or praise, or pray,
Should bless God for those brave Pilgrims, and their first Thanksgiving Day.


Reprinted from The Youth's Companion, this poem dates from the late 19th century.

And I want to recommend this lovely book again! I found it at my local library :-) 

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Poem #1

~~Thanksgiving Visit~~

I went to see my Grandma one cold Thanksgiving day.
I shooked and freezed and chattered all along the way.
Grandma was knittin' stockins, so I tried to knit,
Got ahold of the wrong thread and undid ever’ bit.

Next day I tried to tackle a piggy for a horse,
I tumbled into the pig pen… Whew! wadn't Grandma cross!
Guess I wadn't to blame cuz my new dress was white, 
If Mama’d made it pig-color t'wouldn't a showed a mite!

My Grandma’s got a brick room filled with pans of milk.
One day I let in Pussy, she's jest as soft as silk.
And Pussy likes the thick cream the best o’ anythang,
I set her down aside a pan, you'd oughta heard her sang!

But sometimes pussy's naughty. One day she catched a mouse.
She shooked and chased and bited it all around the house.
I hit her with a tater masher every time she'd turn,
I got away poor mousie and hid him in the churn.

Who ever thought that cream would drown??  I thought ‘twas only rivers!
But when my Grandma churned next day, that mouse was drowned to slivers.
She fed the butter to the pigs and putted me to bed,
And spanked poor pussy awful …right on her perty head.

Oh! One day I saw a tub of milk (we keeps ours in a dish)
I thought was good for nothin, and so I’d catch some fish.
I'd just got seated down, my feet was nearly freezed,  

When in came Grandma screamin' “That fella's in my cheese!”

She jumped me out, I tell you, right on the cold stone floor.
She called my new boots “dirty” and locked the cellar door.
Now I's been awful good to Grandma, ain't raised a speck o’ dust,  

But I'm goin’ home tomorrow, cuz Grandma says I must.
~~~Author unknown

Tuesday, November 12, 2013


My Grandmother is still very dear to me...though she has been gone to Heaven now for many years. She made such an impact in my life, and all my memories of her are good ones. Even the one time she scolded me remains a sweet recollection. From the time I was born, she was old. Very old. She lived to be almost 103, and died when I was newly married. I saw her three to four times a week all my growing-up years. When she was in her late nineties, I stayed with her thru the summer as a caregiver M-F while my aunt worked. We enjoyed those times. Here are a few things that come to mind immediately when I remember her. 

She loved Jesus most of all. She still sang "Jesus Loves Even Me" when her voice was so shaky you could hardly understand the words. And if she ever missed church it was absolutely necessary.

She and her husband had seven children and many, many grandchildren and great grands, and great, great...

I can't remember her ever complaining. On those days I stayed with her, she used to ask me to massage her swollen ankles, and I took that as an honor because she so rarely drew any kind of attention to herself. 

I don't recall her ever saying anything negative about anyone. No gossip. No criticism. She genuinely loved.

And folks loved her in return. They all spoke of her endearingly. They treasured her.

She had more "book-learning" than many folks her age. She used to ask me to read to her. If I came across a word I didn't know, I would spell it, and she'd tell me how to say it and what it meant. 

Even when she was in her nineties, she could bend from the waist (without bending her knees) and pull weeds or dig dandelions out of the yard. I was NEVER that flexible!

She always wore long or three-quarter length sleeves, even in summer. And when she was home, she wore an apron...all the time, every day...and a sweater if she was cool. And cotton stockings, and black shoes. And overshoes if it was wet. And a scarf if she was going somewhere. No matter the season. 

She loved to watch the birds, the squirrels, and occasional deer in the yard. She knew the names of most birds and flowers common to her area.

She ate fresh green onions with her eggs for breakfast :-) Some say that was why she lived so long...but she contributed her longevity to the fact that she had honored her parents, as the Lord commanded.

She fasted every Friday. I don't know when she started this, or all the reason why, but I know she was disciplined to do it till her mind failed and she no longer realized it was Friday. It definitely didn't hurt her. 
She was very healthy and fit for her age.

She loved to recite poetry that she'd learned as a schoolgirl. Which brings me to the reason for this blog. There are two Thanksgiving poems I've learned from her, and have not found on the internet anywhere. I will share these with you on the next couple blogs. She learned many poems from the McGuffey Readers which they used at school, though I don't know if these originated there or elsewhere.

This pictures my grandparents in 1958. They had been married over 50 years at this point. 
I never knew my grandfather as he died before I was born. I so wish I would have known him.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Cheesy Potato Soup

5 lbs. potatoes
 1 large onion
1/2 stick butter
2 tsp. salt 
1 tsp. black pepper

1/2 c. flour + 3/4  c. water

1 lb. Velveeta or similar processed cheese

Peel and cube potatoes and onions. Add enough water to cover all + 1 inch. 
Add butter, salt & pepper. Cook until all is tender. Now pour flour in a bowl, 
and add half of water, mixing so there will be no lumps, then add rest of water 
to make a thin paste. Add to soup. Dice cheese, and add to soup. Allow to melt. 

We like this served w/ cornbread, crackers, crusty bread, or sandwiches.

Happy Veteran's Day!

Thankful for freedom, for America, 
and for those who protect it! 
Happy Veteran's Day

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Last Ounce Of Courage

My husband and I watched this tonight on Netflix...
we recommend it! 

A story of faith, family, and freedom. 

Friday, November 8, 2013

Let Them Know

We all have people in our life that mean a great deal to us, 
and this is the perfect time to tell them so!

Let them know they are one of your favorite blessings!

These handcrafted greetings are for sale in my Etsy shop! 

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Peach Crumble

 Another easy dessert...not too sweet, not too rich...just right to serve w/ ice cream or cool whip :-)

2  (15 oz.) cans of sliced peaches in light syrup

1 rounded cup of self-rising flour
1/2 c. sugar
1 stick butter

Pour peaches into ungreased pyrex casserole dish.
Cut butter into flour & sugar mixture w/ pastry blender till all is a fine mixture. 
Sprinkle over top of peaches and bake @ 375 for 30 minutes or until top is golden brown.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Grandbaby Blessings

Now isn't this precious? 
So thankful for our grandbaby blessings #1 and #2.  

Tuesday, November 5, 2013


Ah, when the leaves are falling down
 All yellow, red, and orange, and brown
And crisp wind blows them all around
That's Autumn-Time! 

And when the kitchen smells of spice
Of cinnamon cookies and pumpkin pies
And turkey dressing and everything nice
That's Autumn-Time! 

And if all year I've failed to see
The blessings great surrounding me
Then I must surely grateful be
This Autumn-Time! 

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Quilt Festival

Enjoyed the International Quilt Festival with a friend. 
And enjoyed coming back to Home Sweet Home!