Saturday, September 3, 2011

On the Seventy-Fifth Day of Summer

Oh, how I love our family.  A day full of love.
Playing on the backporch

My sweet daughter-in-love with her sons.

Watching Dad and Papa paint the back of the house

Safe and secure on mama. Some good sleepin'

Oma loves to hold me...Can you tell there is an Appalachian State football came on right now?

Cousins looking eyeball to eyeball.

Little sister with big brother and his boys..

I hear OMA! OMA! from the street. I know I better pick up the camera from the shouts, I look outside and see aunt and nephew coming down the street in the double stroller.  

Story time with Papa...Jesse still listening to his dad read a bed time story.

What a wonderful crew...OK,  we are waiting Papa for the next page

Really intent on the story

Love all the action in this picture

Papa, Really? 

Friday, September 2, 2011

On the Seventy-Fourth Day of Summer

 I've been thinking AGAIN about STUFF. Seems I think about this quite a bit. First song I heard this morning. Sure rang a bell in my spirit. Enjoy.

(Hank Williams)

People steal, they cheat and lie
For wealth and what it will buy
Don't they know on the judgement day
That their gold and silver will melt away

I'd rather be in a deep, dark grave
And know that my poor soul was saved
Than to live in this world in a house of gold
And deny my God and doom my soul

Jesus said, come on to me
I’ll break sin’s chains and set you free
I'll carry you to a home on high
Where you'll never, never die

What good is gold and silver, too
When your heart's not good and true
Sinner hear me when I say
Fall down on your knees and pray

Jesus died there on the cross
So this world would not be lost
Sinner hear now what I say
For someday you'll have to pay

What good is gold and silver too
If your heart’s not good and true
Sinner, hear me when I say
Fall down on your knees and pray

Thursday, September 1, 2011

On the Seventy-Third Day of Summer

YES!!!  We are out of August! Except for the family birthdays and anniversaries, August is my least favorite month of the year. #12 out of 12.  Glad to be in September. I have still been harvesting herbs from David's garden.  We have so many chives! I will harvest and dry more tomorrow. I continued doing my favorite things today. I love to homestead. Here are a few shots of drying basil and chives.
I hung up the basil until I could get to it.
Basil and Chives

The basil is in the dehydrator. Now I am working on the chives.
 While the herbs were drying I "harvested" from the refrigerator and cabinets for dinner.  Pressured cooked pintos and blackbeans together.  Gathered up a couple of yellow squash, one red potato, chives, parsley,tomatoes,green pepper from the garden. Some carrots, celery, onion from the refrigerator.  Chopped everything up. Added cumin, chili powder, garlic, black pepper. Then added ALL the beans plus some of the bean stock. Cooked it in the crockpot.  Cooked some brown rice using the remainder of the bean stock. Ladled the bean-vegetable medley over the rice. Very satisfying.

Still more herb drying and cooking to do.  Love working at home. Fills my soul.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

On the Seventy-Second Day of Summer

Today was a day of my favorite things.

I hung out clothes
I enjoyed wearing a comfy dress while harvesting herbs.

Snipping some parsley

Herbs in my grandma Emma's egg collecting basket

I sat the basket down by the flowers David brought in from the yard. I love the colors and the green.

Grandchildren with their mommies sitting on the front porch watching the gas man. The driver thrilled the children by blowing his horn as he left.

I made three loaves of honey wheat bread
aaaaaahhhhhhh        ~click honey wheat bread for recipe~

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

On the Seventy-First Day of Summer

Today I worked until 5:30.
Introduced myself to a new neighbor. I like her. Her daughter's name is Olive.
Sit with my husband in the back yard. Flowers and woods all around, we chat about the day.
Mosquitoes all around us and dinner time calls us into the house
Fresh tomato sandwiches and left over pasta salad fill our bellies. 
Phone call to a friend which turns into over an hour.
Getting dark.  David goes to bed.
I stay up for awhile.
My eyes are getting heavy. Think I will call it a night. 
Thankful for a bed and safety for a good nights sleep.

Monday, August 29, 2011

On the Seventieth Day of Summer

 A full day.  It is late. The household is asleep. The hum of a fan in our bedroom is surrounded by the night sounds of crickets and cicadas filtering in from the open window. 
Resting and reading a little from George MacDonald. Here are a few quotes from this evenings reading.

It is only in GOD that the soul has room.

When GOD draws lines, they are pure lines, without breadth and consequently invisible to mortal eyes, not walls of separation such as many Christians are fond of constructing.

Wherever there is anything to love, there is beauty in some form.

Just a picture I found in the archives

Sunday, August 28, 2011

On the Sixty-Ninth Day of Summer

I am sharing something personal today. I love to share life on this blog with pictures so family and friends can connect to my everyday. Well, my everydays include fibromyalgia.  My family knows that I deal with this. I am in a flare up.The fibro never goes away. Sometimes it roars a little louder. It has reared it's loud hurtin, muscle burnin' head the last few weeks. I have been doing a little research on any new info out there. Found a new study out of Korea that rings true to how I feel. Today I watched youtube videos from people that have FMS. Somehow hearing others say out loud exactly what I feel brings me some comfort. Someone else knows how it feels. I am thankful for my loving family that takes me just the way I am.

In the video below she says it well.

This doctor gives a good overall description of fibromyalgia

And this one

Thanks for listening.