my son has his father's photographs. there are a lot. He passed this one on to Alyssia who sent it along to me. Maybe I am 21. I used to like to dye my hair. Ash blonde, reddish, and this, my favorite, black. I remember being her.
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won't load, but it was just of the faulty propane lines. that DID get fixed but put a dent in my enthusiasm which wasn't much to begin with. I took nothing.
Arrived at Alyssia's just after noon, the cooking was well underway . A change had happen yesterday. Jenny's man is given a turkey at his job. The decision was made that the turkey would go to Jax's mother's house for her to create Thanksgiving there on Sunday. but here, it was a spiral ham. ???? yes. and it spiraled from there…the 3 young ones each made a variation of cornbread and a variation of Mac and cheese. They took great pride. I helped stuff and wrap cheese filled jalapen0s and bacon, Jenny brought mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, gravy and an Excellent Green Bean Onion Ring casserole. Jazmin, the newest addition from the little yellow house next door, Jeffrey's half sister from Michigan, a fresh vegetable pasta. Julian is now the pie man but that will be for Sunday. Today, Lemon Meringue and Cherry…store bought but GOOD.
and cooking just flowed into setting the picnic table outside under the carport and on into EATING and time went fast, time for me to get back to do the evening feed before dark. It was also Minnow's Big Day. She came and was free in the yard. She was thrilled. She loves the kids so much.
so. Thanks Giving. 2024 If it wasn't for the kids, I think we would have passed. But they were all about it. Not enough to be imprinted with Turkey, but the Idea of it. They loved being part of it. They loved that we all sat around the table, that they came around and served their cornbreads. It was Good. We saw/see that we take care of Each Other. We are Family. and we can improvise. Next year, I will"be" roast root vegetables. I wrote it on the calendar.
and now, it's late. Minnow is dreaming. and I think of All Who Come Here. How YOU too are Family. How we take care of each other here. I am thank Full. for so much. I WILL TAKE CARE.
Love and Love to US. So Much.
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Beth asks about this little pouch. Liz made it.
an oh so soft moss grey green botanically marked thin thin silk. The inside a mushroom ivory. The sewing, impeccable, exquisite, SO delicate The tiny things you see as beads, Beth….are just the tiniest of stitches…I can easily imagine it in a glass display case in a museum . really. But it lives here, among all these other things. It's contents change now and then. It holds very private thoughts and feelings, loves, sometimes I ask it to hold a fear
Maybe Liz can tell us more.
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there was S U N so Minnow and I went to B Garden ON leash so she could be OFF leash for a while and it's too soon to begin again so I just squatted here and there and in the lower left 5 x 5 ft corner…..These. the profusion which must be every where but I don't see because they are browsed as they fall but….this Gift….. I filled my pockets. Acorn Flour
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all those library books she borrowed…. she doesn't read one at a time, but moves around among them. Overheard her say to her mother…I need bookmarks. I said…I'll make you some and then didn't. Why? like things are lately, just didn't but today, out of nowhere, I did. It felt good. I made a bookmark. I can say that.
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