I found these pretty bulbs when we moved into this house.
This is what was printed on the box of ornaments:
During the dark ages, German natives in remote northern Bohemia originated an art form in glassblowing which not only holds a unique place in the 4000 year history of this ancient art, but has become a cherished part of Christmas tradition. The Germans had learned this skill (a heritage of Egypt) from wandering Venetian tradesmen. They used it to create glass ornaments for adornment of the Tannenbaum (fir tree) in their Yule celebration of the winter sun solstice. Early Christians adapted this custom of decorating the evergreen to their celebration of the birth of Christ, and thus the Christmas tree was born. Down through the centuries the German glass blowers of Bohemia became famous throughout the world for their blown glass Christmas tree ornaments.
I took a walk along Antelope lake and discovered the beavers have been very busy chopping down trees and building under water homes.
Mom used to call them Little Men of the Forest.
Like people these rodents re engineer the landscape to their liking.
They burrow into banks of lakes and rivers and build dams out of trees they have gnawed down with their strong teeth. These animals work, work, work, like little lumber jacks and builders to transform swamps and fields into large ponds that the little creatures thrive in.
Their lodges are home to an extended family of monogamous parents, young kits and the yearlings born the previous spring.
The lake is freezing over now. I'm sure this family of beavers will be cozy and warm in their homes all winter.
I've been busier than a one armed paper hanger but I did get this book read.
It is one of the best novels I have read in a long time.
"The Help" is one of those books you keep thinking of long after you finish turning the pages.
These characters stay with you and become part of your life.
This book tells about lady's in the deep south, the maids and the families that they worked for.
It seems the area this book was set in had been left in the past of great prejudice's. The help at most times where treated no better than the slaves.
I keep thinking about the relationship of Abileen, the colored maid who loves and cares for May Mobley, a little white girl who's own mama has little feeling for her daughter.
Abileen wants May Mobley to grow up and be a nice person with out the mean prejudice's like her mother.
Here is a passage out of the book:
Miss Leefolt just now noticing her child ain't setting in the same room with her. "She out here with me, Miss Leefolt," I say through the screen door.
"I told you to eat in your high chair, May Mobley. How I ended up with you when all my friends have angels I just don't know..." But then the phone ring and I hear her stomping off to get it.
I look down at Baby Girl, see how her forehead's all wrinkled up between the eyes. She studying hard on something.
I touch her cheek. "You alright, baby?"
She say, "May Mo bad."
Then she say it, like it's a fact, make my insides hurt.
Mae Mobley," I say cause I got a notion to try something. "You a smart girl?"
She just look at me like she don't know.
"You a smart girl," I say again.
She say, Mae Mo smart."
I say, "You a kind little girl?"
She just look at me. She two years old. She don't know what she is yet.
I say, "You a kind girl," and she nod, repeat it back to me. But before I can do another one, she get up and chase that poor dog around the yard and laugh and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?
I haven't watched the movie that just came out but if it's anything like the book it will be very good!
I made apple butter last week and it is delish. I got the recipe out of the old stand by cook book "Better Homes and Garden"
6 pounds tart apples
6 cups cider or apple juice
3 cups sugar
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
Core and quarter unpaired apples. In 4-to 6-quart kettle, combine apples and cider. Cook about 30 minutes, or till soft. Pass through food mill. Boil gently 30 minutes: stir over low heat till sugar dissolves. Boil gently, stirring frequently, till of desired thickness. Ladle hot butter into hot jars, leaving 1/2-inch head space. Adjust lids. Process in boiling water bath (half-pints) 10 minutes. Makes 4 half pints.
October is here and the Great Pumpkin is rising out of the pumpkin patch.
Linus: On Halloween night the Great Pumpkin will rise out of the pumpkin patch.
He flies through the air and brings toys to all the children of the world.
Each year The Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He's got to pick this one. He's got to. I don't see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there is not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.
Yes, I have planted a row of pumpkins again this year. They have grown, spread and produced some huge pumpkins. I'm sure I haven't enough strength to lift these gigantic pumpkins out of the garden.
My practical husband says no more pumpkins.
I have told him I am a witch and need my pumpkins. I have promised to plant smaller ones next year. Something I can pick up and tote around instead of these huge monsters.
We're having a bumper crop of cucumbers, so I decided to make bread & butter pickles.
I found this recipe in Grandma Lida's cook book.
Bread and Butter Pickles
6 quarts sliced cucumbers
6 medium onions, sliced
1 cup salt
6 cups sugar
1 tsp. turmeric
1/2 cup mustard seed
1/4-1/3 tsp. cayenne pepper
Combine sliced onions and cucumbers with salt and let stand 3 hours.
Drain well. Rinse and drain. Combine vinegar, sugar, turmeric, mustard seed, celery seed and cayenne pepper. Bring to a boil. Add cucumbers and onions and heat just to simmering point. Avoid actual boiling or it will soften pickles. Pack in hot, sterilized jars and seal immediately.
I picked this book up at a thrift store last Summer, I think mostly for the cover.
This novel took me awhile to get into but I'm glad I kept on reading.
Each chapter is about a different person seeming to have nothing to do with the last. When these people come together it gets very interesting.
"Sea Glass" takes place during the great depression, an era that has always fascinated me.
"Young newlyweds starting out their life together in a derelict beach house on the New England coast soon discover how threatening the world around them can be."
This book starts out with Honora the heroin of this novel.
Honora sets the cardboard suitcase on the slab of granite. The door is mackereled, paint-chipped-- green or black, it is hard to tell. Above the knocker, there are panes of glass, some broken and others opaque with age. Overhead is a portico of weathered shingles and beyond that a milk-and-water sky. Honora pinches the lapels of her suit together and holds her hat against the wind. She peers at the letter "B" carved into the knocker and thinks, This is the place where it all begins.
This is fascinating to read when adversary comes how each persons character comes through some good & others bad.
We visited the Peace Gardens Saturday.
These gardens are located on the border of The United States and Canada. They where created to promote peace and are full of beautiful flowers, fountains and walk ways.
Here is a monument as you enter the Peace Gardens.
This is what is written on the native stone.
To God in all his glory.....
We two nations dedicate this garden and pledge ourselves
that as long as men shall live
we will not take up arms against one another.
Dawn met this little frog and was hoping with a kiss
he would turn into her prince charming.
Here is a picture of the gardens with the peace towers in the distance.
Behind them is a chapel with sayings carved in stones.
Here is a clock made of flowers.
It is different colors at differing times of the year
depending on what is in bloom at that time.
If you get a chance take a trip to the Peace Gardens.
Something very strange happened in the dark of the night.
I suddenly woke out of a deep sleep to my big brave husband turning on the light and scurrying out of the bedroom pulling the door shut behind him.
What caused such odd behavior was flying back and forth through our bedroom at breakneck speeds, a small black bat.
I quickly pulled the covers over my head and peeked out to see the man of the house in nothing but his birthday suite peeking through the door and the bat whizzing by right above the bed.
I pulled the covers over my head again.
Making a rush decision I slinked over to the patio door and opened the screen, all along hoping that creature of the night wouldn't fly into my hair biting me and passing on a deathly bout of rabies.
After several more frightening pass's back and forth the bat made a quick exit out the opened door.
What has happened to my night in shining armour who would stop at nothing to save a damsel in distress?
Growing up in a small town has it's quirks and funny tales. I just visited my home town of Elgin, Oregon.
My brother Todd & his wife Gidge bought a house & are raising a family in this great little town. The house they bought was our shop teachers home. It has a huge shop in which they found my uncles Phil's name carved on a bench.
We got to spend the day wandering around Elgin, looking at Grandma & Grandpa Simmons big brick house and homes we lived in as children.
It brought up old memories of growing up in this small town.
1. We used to walk the dogs to the cemetery and play around there.
2. Running all over town on Halloween night.
3. Having "Black Plastic" as our band for school dances.
4. Being a goat farmer on Cricket Flat.
5. Helping Grandma at her hardware store.
6. Watching bats fly through the night sky catching bugs.
7. Playing in Grandma's huge lilac bush's.
8. Eating BBQ fries and 10 cent ice cream cones at C-zers drive through.
9. Going to the Elgin Stampede (our local rodeo)
10. Walking to the grade school from the high school for lunch, stopping at Vickie's on the way back and missing my first class after lunch.
11. Reading every dog or ghost book at the grade school library.
12. Fishing in Phillips creek.
14. Going roller skating.
15. Santa coming around in a fire truck to deliver treats to all the houses on Christmas eve.
16. Playing "PAC-Man" at the pizza parlor.
17. Watching "Grease" at the theater. The same one my mom used to go to as a girl, with a bullet hole in the screen. Shot by a movie goer who got a little excited when the bad guy came on the set.
18. Buying penny candy at the "corner market"
Tell me some memories of growing up in your home town.
My daughter Dawn and I are taking a trip to my home state of Oregon.
We will leave early tomorrow morning and travel half way there.
I've made a date with my sister Susan to explore Elgin Oregon, the small town we grew up in.
We will stop at Caesar's Drive Inn for lunch. They make BBQ fries to die for. I haven't tasted these succulent potatoes for over 20 years. No dought I will come away with a craving for their tasty burgers and fries which nobody can duplicate.
From there we will drive over the mountain to visit my Dad & Grandpa, Superior fishermen to tell a few tales.
After that we will be on our way to my niece Brittany's wedding, which is being held in Washington's beautiful bay's of Puget Sound.
I am so excited about this trip and have been planning it for months.
Is it really August already? This Summer is slipping by so fast. My book this month for "Turn The Page Tuesday" is Luanne Rices "Summer Light" This book has been sitting on my shelf for several years waiting until I was ready to read a romance.
May Taylor works as a wedding planner, passing on the timeless traditions of her grandmother and mother. The Taylor women have always believed in the presence of magic in everyday life especially the simple magic of true love and family. Yet May's own faith in true love was shattered when she was abandoned by the father of her child. Still, she finds joy in raising her daughter Kylie, a very special five-year-old who sees and hears things that others cannot....
Martin Cartier is a professional hockey player and sports legend. His father, a champion, taught him to play to win-at all costs. Now Martin's success veils a core of heartache, rage, and isolation. Yet Kylie glimpses the transcendent role Martin will play in May's life and her own--unless his past tears their blossoming love apart. Then only Kylie will see the way home-- and only May will be able to lead them there, if she can believe in magic once more.
We still had quite a few tomatoes in our freezer and new green tomatoes are coming onto the plants in the garden so I decided it's time to use up some of last years bounty before this years takes over.
We've made tomato juice several times and it gets drank up in a hurry.
It's great mixed with a cold brew.
We vary the recipe according to what we have on hand & add a bit of dried salsa mix.
In a large kettle cook the tomatoes, onions,peppers,celery sticks and water until the veggies are soft and mushy.
Remove from heat and strain in a large bowl
Then put the juice back into the large kettle.
Add the salt, sugar, lemon juice and celery salt.
This used to be a gas station in the small town of Anamoose North Dakota.
Years ago the previous owners moved this cute little building to their home "The Swarze Buffalo Ranch" and set it up as a well stocked bar.
The barkeep and owner of this ranch passed away ten years ago abandoning this sweet little building to mice, dust, bugs and spiders. It had quite a stench as you opened the door.
We went to work a bucket of soapy water in one hand and bottle of Windex in the other scrubbing and painting until this building and it's collected treasures where sparkling clean.
I've claimed this space for now as my painting studio. I've dug out my paints (some that hadn't been used in eight years and where drying up) and brush's. Brought over my painting books for inspiration.
This is my first project.
Just knowing my paints are waiting for me in my new space is such a great feeling.