Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
The dawn of day was witness to,
"He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes."
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
All this talk about cocoa has me craving a nice hot mug! Anyone care to join me?
"How sweet are Thy words to my taste!" Psalm 119:103
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Pictures were taken by my dear Daughter, Michele, in the girls' sweet little bedroom sanctuary. Don't you just love the color of the walls and the beadboard wainscotting that Son-in-Love, Christopher did for his precious little girls.
There are a few useable pieces left from my gown, perhaps I should make a bonnet to go with the Christening Gown. I think it will be for the next grandbaby! *hint hint* (Shannon, if you are reading this, the hint is for you, too! *grin*)
"Train up a child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness gentleness and self~control." Gal. 5:22~23
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
One waddled off and then there was one.
"Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you shall not enter the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 18:3
Monday, November 24, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
2 cups Bugles brand corn snacks
2 cups small pretzels
1 cup candy corn
1 cup dried fruit bits or raisins
1 cup peanuts or sunflower seeds
1 cup M&Ms brand chocolate candy
16 Hershey's Kisses
In a large bowl, gently mix all ingredients except Hershey's Kisses.
Place 1/3 to 1/2 cup Mix in small cellophane treat bags. Add one Hershey's Kiss to each bag. Close bag with chenille stem or twist tie.
Make 16 gift tags with the following wording:
Thanksgiving Blessing Mix
Bugles: Shaped like a cornucopia or Horn of Plenty, a symbol of our nation's abundance.
Pretzels: Arms folded in prayer, a freedom sought by those who founded our country.
Candy Corn: Sacrifices of the Pilgrims' first winter. Food was so scarce that settlers survived on just a few kernels of corn a day.
Nuts or seeds: Promise of a future harvest, one we will reap only if seeds are planted and tended with diligence.
Dried fruits or raisins: Harvest gifts of our bountiful land
M&Ms: Memories & Memories of those who came before us to guide us to a blessed future.
Hershey's Kiss: The love of family and friends that sweeten our lives.
Cut out tags, and attach one to each bag.
Makes 16 Blessing Mix gift bags.
(Found at http://organizedchristmas.com )
"God hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ" Eph. 1:3
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Turkey was introduced to the early Pilgrim settlers by the Native American Wampanoag tribe after the Pilgrims arrived in 1620. The first year for the settlers was bleak, with many dying from the journey. Their seeds, aside from barley, did not produce any usable crops. The Indians assisted the settlers, introducing them to native foods such as corn and squash and showed them how to hunt and fish. The first Thanksgiving was celebrated in 1621 at the behest of Governor William Bradford, and the Native Americans were invited guests of honor. Thanksgiving became an official holiday in the United States on October 3, 1863 via proclamation issued by President Abraham Lincoln. This was largely due to the lobbying efforts of Sarah Josepha Hale, editor of Godey's Lady's Magazine who had lobbied for 17 years for the holiday. The proclamation declared the last Thursday in November as Thanksgiving Day. By 1916, Thanksgiving was referred to in writings as Turkey Day due to the popularity of the bird at the traditional feast. Interestingly enough, in 1941, President Franklin D. Roosevelt attempted to move the official Thanksgiving date to earlier in November in order encourage a longer Christmas shopping season as a Depression recovery strategy. His idea was shut down by Congress, and the official date was declared permanently as the fourth Thursday in November via Public Law #379. The popularity of wild turkeys nearly wiped them out. The federal government stepped in with protection in 1991, and they are now found in 49 states.
Turkey as Our National Bird
On July 4 1776, the First Continental Congress selected a committee to design the Great Seal of the United States of America. It was the task of three founding fathers: Benjamin Franklin, John Adams, and Thomas Jefferson to select a political icon that best reflected the new country.
Benjamin Franklin used his legendary humor to rebutt John Adams nomination of the Bald Eagle simular to Germany's Imperial Eagle Sable. Franklin considered the turkey, not the eagle, as a fitting emblem for the Great Seal. To his dismay, Franklin's turkey was outvoted by a large margin. In a letter to his daughter he wrote:
"For my own part I wish the Bald Eagle had not been chosen the Representative of our Country. He is a Bird of bad moral Character. He does not get his Living honestly. You may have seen him perched on some dead Tree near the River, where, too lazy to fish for himself, he watches the Labour of the Fishing Hawk; and when that diligent Bird has at length taken a Fish, and is bearing it to his Nest for the Support of his Mate and young Ones, the Bald Eagle pursues him and takes it from him.
With all this Injustice, he is never in good Case but like those among Men who live by Sharping & Robbing he is generally poor and often very lousy. Besides he is a rank Coward: The little King Bird not bigger than a Sparrow attacks him boldly and drives him out of the District. He is therefore by no means a proper Emblem for the brave and honest Cincinnati of America who have driven all the King birds from our Country....
I am on this account not displeased that the Figure is not known as a Bald Eagle, but looks more like a Turkey. For the Truth the Turkey is in Comparison a much more respectable Bird, and withal a true original Native of America... He is besides, though a little vain & silly, a Bird of Courage, and would not hesitate to attack a Grenadier of the British Guards who should presume to invade his Farm Yard with a Red Coat on."
Brilliant artist and naturalist, John James Audubon though highly of the patriotic qualities of the turkey.
"Male turkeys can turn their heads red, white and blue by controlling the flow of oxygen to their heads while strutting."
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I would like to share a recipe that is an easy, delicious treat for the holidays or other special time. It is for "Candied Nuts". These have been such a hit with so many people, I included them in the baskets at my youngest daughter's "Picnic" wedding reception.
I had kept this recipe "secret" up until a year or so ago. So many people asked for it, I finally gave in. I had gotten it from a chef at a Bed and Breakfast. I hope you try this lovely sweet treet. ( It makes nice little gifts when packaged in lovely little bags tied up with ribbons!)
Monday, November 17, 2008
I had already put a list on my sidebar of things I am thankful for; one for each day of November. Thirty days just doesn't begin to be enough. My list would be so long!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Like all good U.S. citizens, I did my duty. I voted. Few, if any of the people that I voted for made it to office. But I have another obligation as a citizen of heaven~I am to pray for those placed in authority even if I don't agree with them. As a Christian, I am commanded to pray for them. I am not to fear government ~ it is a gift from God. I choose not to wring my hands and lament that all is lost. God has established governments. They are ordained by Him. He is still in control. "God still rules ~ even over this earth. God has not abdicated His throne; He is riding triumphantly in His own chariot." (J.Vernon McGee)
Tuesday, I prayed then voted. I have voted and now I need to pray. Won't you join me?
"Let every person be in subjection to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except God, and those which exist are established by God. Therefore he who resists authority has opposed the ordinance of God; and they who have opposed will recieve condemnation upon themselves." Romans 13:1&2
"First of all, then, I urge that entreaties and prayers, petitions and thanksgivings, be made on behalf of all men, for kings and all who are in authority, in order that we may lead a tranquil and quiet life in all godliness and dignity. This is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Savior." I Tim. 2:1-3
" Submit yourselves for the Lord's sake to every human institution, whether to a king as the one in authority, or to governors as sent by him for the punishment of evildoers and the praise of those who do right." I Peter 2:13
"Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God." Philippians 4:6
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
I heard their familiar call first. Their comical dance in the tree tops then caught my eye. They let me get very close so as to observe their brunching in the apple tree. They teased each other and giggled like love struck school kids. When the one was finished, he swooped down and away from the tree, nearly colliding with my head, shouting a loud "kik~kik~kikkik" as he went. The other finished the apple she was eating and proceeded to another. When she had finished sampling yet another apple or two, she quietly flew in the opposite direction and into the forest. They will be back as is their fall and winter habit to visit The Orchard for a fruity meal now and again. I will be looking forward to their next occasion to dine with us.
"He has brought me to His banquet hall and His banner over me is love. Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples..." Song of Solomon 2:4&5
Friday, October 24, 2008
My walk takes me down that comfortable old country lane, the gravel crunching beneath my feet. I am greeted by a multitude of tiny birds who scatter as I interrupt their choir in the hedgerow. The wild roses reach out to me offering their ornaments of ruby hips as vicissitude for their now forgotten blooms. As I pass a neighboring farm, a chattering company of geese voice their displeasure at my appearing. I swiftly give my apologies and press on toward my goal.
The lane opens onto a narrow roadway at which I must make a decision. Shall I turn to the right and follow in the familiar footsteps of my previous wanderings, or venture forth on a less amicable march to the left? I choose the latter.
My feet become a metronome as they pound out a new tempo on this smooth uninterrupted foundation. I traverse past overgrown fields and a gurgling stream as it trips and splashes merrily on its journey to the bay. A hillock rises up before me; it's trees, robed in resplendent glory, beckon me forth with their rich colors of gold, copper and scarlet. My step begins to slacken as I accept the challenge and the rhythm in my chest beats more loudly, my breathing becomes laboured. I am like the determined caterpillar who inches along before me, drawn to that unknown time and place. My ascent is joined by the momentary rustling of leaves in the ditch beside the way. Then all is silent, he has turned another way. Scattered here and there are the faces of the few remaining wildflowers untouched by the early autumn frost. Sunny yellow buttercup, lavender hued clover and others wave their goodbyes with the promise of return come spring. A dog barks in the distance and is answered only by his echo. The soft swishing of wings and honking of geese overhead remind me of the season and the awaited reprieve about to make her entrance.
As I attain the crown of the hill, I am rewarded with the sociable nickering of a grazing mare. She nods her approval at my approach and then retreats to her pleasant repast. My pulse and my gait return to that familiar meter, placing one foot in front of the other. The hearth of a nearby home conveys it's smoke in lazy drifts heavenward, like the prayers of a drowsy child. I,too, am growing tired but thankful. Only a little further now.
The air becomes still as the light begins to fade. I feel a sense of urgency as I anticipate that familiar, gentle voice I have longed to hear this day. My pace quickens yet again as I step nearer to the horizon. It is then that I see him. He is awaiting me~he bids me come. Without hesitation I reach out and take his outstretched hand. He whispers that he has been waiting for me and he leads me safely home.
"Walk in the manor worthy of the God who calls you into His own kingdom and glory." I Thess. 2:12