There are mornings when sleep escapes me and the dawn pulls at my heart strings to get up and face the day with perhaps a surprise or two. But, if you’re at all like me all you wish for before sunrise is that hot cup of coffee or freshly brewed and steeped tea from your favorite mug.
My vessel of choice has a tiny cracked edge on the rim, but each time I find myself reaching in the cupboard for this particular mug. I have to smile as most mornings I feel as worn and chipped as this piece of pottery.
Why don’t I just chuck this damaged mug to the curb you ponder? Well, just because it’s not a perfect specimen of finely crafted clay any longer it still has value. Value for its vast space that is empty, until I fill it with my favorite beverage. Value because it was perhaps a cherished gift at one point in time many decades ago, or perhaps just because it reminds me each and every morning that even though I may feel damaged, chipped, cracked, or just down right worn out to the bone. There is value to be found.
No matter what state this body or mind is in at the time, I still can hold on to my own value and validate myself. I fear too many are waiting for validation from others when all we need is to look in the mirror and see ourselves and the value we all contain in each layer of skin, each cell that makes each of us who we are.
The dawn called to me this morning and would not be ignored. I rose, I brewed that cup of coffee and lovingly poured it into my favorite chipped mug, while dragging my feet inside of my floppy slippers that have aged to the point of barely remaining on my feet.
The curtains came ablaze with pinks and oranges to the point of shocking me into taking flight in those loose slippers with mug, and camera in hand to validate this special dawn that was determined to wake me just before its arrival.
Stay safe and happy my readers.
Last Fall was a time for the seasons to change gradually into our long 6 months of winter
Then we must settle into another frame of mind as the days grow shorter in daylight hours and the light of the winter months take on a frigid appearance. Then as if by design one night around 10 p.m it will appear to be daylight as the moon shines brightly upon the fallen white snow that covers everything. It’s quite magical really. Almost as magical as the colors of the Northern Lights. Every time I am blessed to witness the Northern Lights I dream of warm summer days after a rain when the rainbows appear to dance across the sky from left to right or is it right to left ..
Today is April 29, 2020 and Spring has arrived along with uncertain days and long nights of dreaming of carefree moments that went by un-noticed before. Those moments should have been cherished and the delights of just being able to walk outside without forethought of possible danger. Today, we live in un-certain times, but my heart holds on to H O P E, since I was given the middle name Esparanza which is hope in English. I’ve always throughout my life , these 62 years ~ Held on to Hope … Cherished hope, prayed for hope, wished for hope for others and for myself.
One day at a time little bluebird, hold on to the beauty of hope, one day at a time
The first day of Fall is upon me now, September 23rd has arrived with a humid and rain soaked day. Time to search out my woolen mits and hats since the days leading to Winter will quickly arrive with the crisp cold air feeling refreshing to the senses.
This brings me to memories of ordeals during last winter as March rolled in with freezing rain and snow causing the garage roof to leak causing me to worry about the ceiling falling onto my 23 year old car. I suppose all of us have issues from time to time where no matter how much you try to see the bright side of our days we many times must pull up the boot straps and muster through what life throws in our path.
Last winter proved to test the harmony of my days with a car battery waning off to the land of the forgotten, and for some odd reason the gas cap needed replacing as well. The sensors in my vehicle were telling me this. Upon reading the book that came with my beloved black beauty. Indeed, given the amount of money spent on my vehicle decades ago I felt the need to give my car a name.
She has guided me though many snow storms and kept me straight away on the road and not off in a ditch somewhere wondering what to do. She has given me cool air in the heat of summertime when the temps rose above 100 F. Black beauty is beginning to show her age with axles and brake pads needing replacing, but she always rallies after being taken care of and never lets me down.
I use to dread the onset of our long six months of winter here in Canada , but no more. I feel alive during the winter months as I do out in my permaculture gardens during the spring and summertime. I suppose the dread was just the mere thought at 61 years young having to fire up the snowblower hoping beyond hope that it yet again fires up with a sound that delights me year after year. This snowblower is also decades old now, same as my black beauty. They both share a space in my garage together and I often wonder from time to time if they could speak to one another what on earth would those conversations consist of. Who knows, perhaps they can and have been best of friends for all of these years.
The maples are beginning to turn from their summer green dress to their more golden attire. The leaves will soon be dancing in the wind, flying around the branches just before flickering down to rest on the lawn. My pup will always without fail tip toe (paw) over them as if they might tickle her if she ever steps on them.
So while I wait on the brisk winds of winter to arrive I look back on the summer as the light of the days fade and become shorter and shorter. This is a time of rest for the trees and the lawns. The compost bins slow down their pace composting the materials I feed it every summer. The chipmunks are speeding through the tree limbs in my back yard eating the seed pods from my cedar trees that are heavy and bending downward. The sway of the remaining plants inside of my containers on my back deck are beginning to show signs that I soon will be storing away my gardening tools until next spring.
The clad of soil on my rubber boots will soon be washed away so as to store them in my garage for another winter as I dig out my winter boots and check the laces. Soon the winter tires will be adorned on black beauty as she steers me into winter with grace as she has always done, providing me with safe travels.
Just after being sick with a cold for over a month, my Christmas Elf returned this year to help me out in the kitchen to prepare Gluten Free Pie crusts for the mini Apple pies I’m making for my son. Due to terrible skin allergies he has had to give up all gluten.. Please enjoy this bit of whimsy for your post Christmas Day…..
And, if you have a few moments to spare, join my beautiful daughter and I in the kitchen to whip up some tasty treats..
Thanking you all kindly for spending some holiday time with my family, Hugs….
I’m still under the weather as far as the head cold goes, but Winter waits for no one when it comes to having to bring out the snowblower and snow shovels. Friday was a snow storm to prove Mother Nature is boss, no matter how much we as humans think we are. Enjoy these two short videos to see for yourself. Hugs from me to you
There are days when you have so much to get done around the house or yard, but this Monday happened upon me and I was itching to get outside and take a little drive around town. Come on over and sit a spell with me, why don’t you…. wink
The next day
The beautiful garden of 2017 is put to bed for the wintertime, and I have begun cooking up a storm in the kitchen.
These puffy tacos were very tasty and so easy to prepare. Stay tuned for more cooking in my kitchen .
It’s time to think about putting the garden to bed for the growing season
Thank you for spending a little time with me in the Garden
Have you ever found just two lonely apples in your pantry and wondered what to do with them? There are days when I don’t want to eat just an apple, so I transform them into something that will alter their form from fresh off the tree to hot out of the oven..
Apple Cinnamon Coconut Coffee Cake
2 apples ~cored, peeled, diced and soak in lemon juice until needed in batter.
1/4 cup cooking oil
1 cup white sugar
1 cup sour cream
In a mixing bowl beat eggs until frothy. Beat in cooking oil and sugar. Blend in sour cream.
1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 1/2 tsp. Baking Powder
1 tsp. Baking soda
1/4 tsp. Salt
In another bowl measure flour, baking powder, soda and salt. Mix well and add to first bowl. Stir until combined. Adding the drained apples to the batter.
1/2 cup Medium coconut
1/4 cup Brown Sugar, packed
2 tsp. Cinnamon
In a small bowl stir coconut, brown sugar and cinnamon. Put 1/2 of the batter in the bottom of a greased 9x5x3 inch loaf or a square pan. Sprinkle 1/2 cinnamon mixture over top. Spread a second half of batter over by putting dabs here and there. Sprinkle second half cinnamon mixture over top,. cut through batter with knife to give swirling, marbled effect. Bake in 350 F. oven for 1 hour. After loaf stands for 10 minutes, remove from pan and cool on rack .