It’s amazing how the smallest taste, scent or sound can flood the mind with memories. Peach rings and cinnamon rolls do that for me. Cinnamon rolls—the words simply spoken bring memories of mom to the forefront. Mom rolling out the dough, sprinkling cinnamon, and lining up the bread to rise overnight. The aroma of baking … Continue reading
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Tossing the Weeds – A Season of Growth – Part 3
TEND = to care for or look after; give one’s attention to. It’s planting time and one of the first steps in caring for the soil is looking at what’s in it. Is something lacking or needing to be taken out? —Tending the soil. The boys were all busy tending the soil in our garden. … Continue reading
Just for Fun Friday ~ Going Barefoot
I have a rule in my house and the only reason this rule exists is because my mother enforced the same atrocity upon me so I feel it is my duty to pass the insanity onto the next generation. That rule of cruelty is : “No bare feet until May 1st” —I’m not sure why mom set that for the date but May 1st … Continue reading
A New Season of Growth (Part 1)
This year the cold seems to be holding on for far too long…too far into April. Yet the sun peeked out the other day and I took full advantage. I pulled out the patio table, set the chairs around and took in the warmth. I set the glider swing in place and it was soon occupied with books and young ones reading. Bicycle tires were … Continue reading
My Love Relationship with the Microwave
My beloved microwave has been with me now for 14 years— Large and increasingly non-energy efficient…by todays standards…yet it is still near and dear to my heart. The digital numbers are gone and no longer does it encourage me to “Enjoy!” after the popcorn is popped! It’s a skill to know when it will beep, how much time is left or even what … Continue reading
Do I just need more coffee???
A good mamma would scold me and say: “Honey… you got out of bed on the wrong side. Go back and crawl out the other side!” I’m irritated at everything and nothing — all at the same time. The coffee isn’t doing it and nothing else works either. A week of weakness…I’m not strong. I feel weak and beaten. I’m aware of … Continue reading
The Morning Came…
The morning came with fresh cinnamon rolls, baked breakfast dishes and fresh fruit. The table decorations were complete and the celebration ready to begin! The new dress was donned with sandals complete!… What was I thinking with these sandals?…I mused to myself as my heels sunk into the muddy ground at the egg hunt! Through the … Continue reading
Tripping Over Typeset 