Monday, September 16, 2019

Old Rolling Pin

I don't know what it is about this time of year that makes me want to bake more goodies.  I think Jess and Nel feel the same way.  Jess recently made some chocolate cupcakes, and Francesca had the best time helping her.
I came across this old rolling pin in one of my cupboards.  Remember these?  It belonged to a dear relative who gave it to me many years ago.  I want to eventually pass it along to one of the girls, as they enjoy baking as well.

These cookies cutters are so old, and the gingerbread one belonged to my mom.  I've kept it all these years.  They used to have the handle on top to make it easier to cut the cookie dough.

Speaking of baking, here is Francesca getting into the baking spirit.
And here she is making pancakes
one morning with Papa.

Cookies are made with butter and love.
~Norwegian Proverb
Have a gentle week.
Have you baked anything lately?


Monday, September 9, 2019


Autumn is coming, and there's nothing like spices filling the air in the kitchen while baking or cooking.
The pot in which I brew my tea
is dented and more than a bit tarnished,
But I still enjoy the tea.
The house I live in
needs a coat of paint and several shingles,
But I sleep well at night.
The body I use to live my life
is wrinkled and slowing down,
But I am alive and I rejoice.
I am not the body in which I live,
I am the life itself.
~Mark Otter

Oh Yes, I like white pumpkins,
but the orange ones make my heart sing.
I've always loved lanterns.
Not sure how I will decorate this for Autumn.
Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other.  It is the place of confidence.  It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts.  It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule.
~Frederick W. Robertson
I love home....
especially when little hands are here
coloring with uncle.


Monday, September 2, 2019

End Of Summer's Song

Have you ever been pulled in so many directions, that you just wanted to run away and hide?  Well, that's what I did.  I've had so many different things going on lately, and much stuff to take care of, that I just wanted to be in the stillness of nature.  I was missing nature, and nature was missing me.  ; )
Sometimes critters can blend in with
 the colors of nature.
When I was at the park drinking my coffee, I noticed something high up in the tree next to me.
I took a closer look,
and saw this!
I wondered what it was....maybe a caterpillar?  Well, who says a rainbow has to come from the sky?  It made me smile just the same. 
  I think this is a Black Phoebe.
  She came to visit with me one day.

Angel clouds
These were so pretty, and I thought they were real,
but they're not.
Cute lawn stake.
Most of the blossoms have fallen, as Autumn is approaching.
Best honey ever.
I found this fairy/doll house furniture for the granddaughters.  I think they'll love it.
Yellow love
I sure won't miss these.  They only come around in the Summers, and they creep me out.
I liked these wine labels
at Trader Joes.
This was a cool mural at Starbuck's.
I went to a wedding recently, and me and Jess wore the same color and didn't know it.  I'm wearing the earrings Francesca gave me.  I do think I will keep these earrings forever.
I've been seeing signs of Fall already.
Window shopping,
and a message for you.