tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63836854240877838872024-03-13T22:59:14.780-04:00UrbanLittleHouseSuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.comBlogger724125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-89635443727156866872013-02-03T22:39:00.001-05:002013-02-03T22:39:37.050-05:00Words<p>My bracelet came yesterday with my words- this year’s</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-KCavIt-6ZyE/UQ8tbQ0-sQI/AAAAAAAABT8/2CZM9Gsqa7E/s1600-h/007%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="007" border="0" alt="007" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-u2qboCY6sZ4/UQ8tb0WphwI/AAAAAAAABUE/hK39MCJZ4aU/007_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="253" /></a></p> <p>And the past four years</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-u0qQqbdbtXA/UQ8tcS2a0RI/AAAAAAAABUM/Re2bPAbgRww/s1600-h/009%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="009" border="0" alt="009" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-1k0_7blgFc0/UQ8tcy2p8gI/AAAAAAAABUU/vnWN8ziBGMw/009_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="378" height="217" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-q1TwQqAmsbc/UQ8tdbqGDQI/AAAAAAAABUc/oogO-978pvg/s1600-h/010%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="010" border="0" alt="010" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Roi3qxHm5U0/UQ8teBa0S7I/AAAAAAAABUk/N636KDNezZE/010_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="383" height="227" /></a></p> <p>I love to look down at it!</p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-59828390897190657402013-02-03T01:20:00.001-05:002013-02-03T01:20:34.364-05:00Snow Day! <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-EQkjiIXrj3s/UQ4Br8e1cOI/AAAAAAAABTg/1L7WbcY_dIU/s1600-h/001%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="001" border="0" alt="001" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3yrU-RUQDEw/UQ4BsZ4CjSI/AAAAAAAABTo/G8amRrYplE8/001_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="250" height="299" /></a></p> <p>Okay, so not so very much snow.  But a snow day nonetheless.  An all day event that I was to attend was cancelled and I took great advantage of a surprise day to do with what I wanted. And what I wanted was to be “snowed in.”  And so I was.</p> <p>I made <a href="http://www.food.com/recipe/hungarian-mushroom-soup-from-the-moosewood-cookbook-135215">this:</a></p> <p><img alt="" src="http://food.sndimg.com/img/recipes/13/52/15/large/pic5sz9zk.jpg?iecachebust=1359871111068" width="239" height="239" /></p> <p>And <a href="http://gamedayr.com/gamedayr/pickle-wrap-dip-recipe/">this:</a></p> <p><a href="http://gamedayr.com/gamedayr/pickle-wrap-dip/attachment/pickle-wrap-dip/"><img title="pickle wrap dip" alt="" src="http://gamedayr.wpengine.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/pickle-wrap-dip-e1353188193102-300x252.jpeg" width="300" height="252" /></a></p> <p>I read some of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0307886786">this:</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&frm=1&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&docid=uE9niWGo7OJTjM&tbnid=MeNcwpbvaK-SYM:&ved=0CAUQjRw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.jessicaswift.com%2F_blog%2Ftreasuring%2Fpost%2FGIVEAWAY_Happier_at_Home_by_Gretchen_Rubin%2F&ei=Pv4NUcScOKic2QXnx4D4CQ&bvm=bv.41867550,d.b2I&psig=AFQjCNGS2fFxOKpMR-WpD8if2PBhce6-0A&ust=1359957948233358"><img src="http://www.jessicaswift.com/img/blog-images/happier-at-home.jpg" width="244" height="325" /></a></p> <p>I took a nap with a boy who knows how to sleep</p> <p><a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&frm=1&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&docid=HJUhmRsVODEfKM&tbnid=3nVttUb9NHTASM:&ved=0CAUQjRw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.123rf.com%2Fphoto_3746562_sleeping-pug.html&ei=p_4NUZGqH4Xc2AWsyICwCw&bvm=bv.41867550,d.b2I&psig=AFQjCNGMYUAXPyRHCsHAqQMyi4NDWxH3dQ&ust=1359958039385711"><img src="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/dosecreative/dosecreative0810/dosecreative081000038/3746562-sleeping-pug.jpg" width="351" height="235" /></a></p> <p>I mastered a few piles in my office which felt like it looked about like this:</p> <p><a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&frm=1&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&docid=appBlmujJWNkzM&tbnid=cnzh_Qk8ws9ZcM:&ved=0CAUQjRw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fgetyourbizsavvy.com%2F2009%2F09%2Fremove-clutter-from-your-life-begin-feng-shui%2F&ei=Ef8NUeTGJoOY2AWEooHIDg&bvm=bv.41867550,d.b2I&psig=AFQjCNFKE2r4t69cezErY_2PCmgfs8-XzA&ust=1359958121119742"><img src="http://getyourbizsavvy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/messy-office-03.jpg" width="344" height="246" /></a></p> <p>Listened to some <a href="http://www.appalatin.com/video/">Appalatin</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&frm=1&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&docid=mp_AcJC9AbjK6M&tbnid=q3Vjjr5z42uU4M:&ved=0CAUQjRw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.allmusic.com%2Falbum%2Fappalatin-mw0002163450&ei=ff8NUcn-E9Kr2AW904G4BQ&bvm=bv.41867550,d.b2I&psig=AFQjCNFeFUlaLfOAmwGw-Ozdzwg6QFSCTA&ust=1359958265544416"><img src="http://cps-static.rovicorp.com/3/JPG_250/MI0003/199/MI0003199272.jpg?partner=allrovi.com" width="293" height="262" /></a></p> <p>And lots of other things I love to do like talk to my son, hang out on pinterest, get caught up on laundry.</p> <p>A great gift, this snow day!</p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-43197866867201127772013-01-21T23:58:00.001-05:002013-01-21T23:58:55.202-05:00A snapshot of today<p><a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&frm=1&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&docid=v8xOCKZoro_4IM&tbnid=VzVWhUxblTPZ2M:&ved=0CAUQjRw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.dailydemocrat.com%2Fci_22418686%2Finauguration-day-starts-prayer-pledges-and-parties&ei=FBz-UL_IH4aS0QH5rYD4Cw&bvm=bv.41248874,d.dmQ&psig=AFQjCNEj8cdPXlqsvQUw84cvf3ZBt9_Rfg&ust=1358917012819563"><img src="http://extras.mnginteractive.com/live/media/site568/2013/0121/20130121_111100_obama600.JPG" width="600" height="400" /></a></p> <p><strong></strong></p> <p><strong>"One Today"</strong></p> <p><strong>Richard Blanco</strong></p> <p>One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores, <br />peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces <br />of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth <br />across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies. <br />One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story <br />told by our silent gestures moving behind windows. <br />My face, your face, millions of faces in morning’s mirrors, <br />each one yawning to life, crescendoing into our day: <br />pencil-yellow school buses, the rhythm of traffic lights, <br />fruit stands: apples, limes, and oranges arrayed like rainbows <br />begging our praise. Silver trucks heavy with oil or paper -- bricks or milk, teeming over highways alongside us, <br />on our way to clean tables, read ledgers, or save lives -- to teach geometry, or ring up groceries as my mother did <br />for twenty years, so I could write this poem. <br />All of us as vital as the one light we move through, <br />the same light on blackboards with lessons for the day: <br />equations to solve, history to question, or atoms imagined, <br />the “I have a dream” we keep dreaming, <br />or the impossible vocabulary of sorrow that won’t explain <br />the empty desks of twenty children marked absent <br />today, and forever. Many prayers, but one light <br />breathing color into stained glass windows, <br />life into the faces of bronze statues, warmth <br />onto the steps of our museums and park benches <br />as mothers watch children slide into the day. <br />One ground. Our ground, rooting us to every stalk <br />of corn, every head of wheat sown by sweat <br />and hands, hands gleaning coal or planting windmills <br />in deserts and hilltops that keep us warm, hands <br />digging trenches, routing pipes and cables, hands <br />as worn as my father’s cutting sugarcane <br />so my brother and I could have books and shoes. <br />The dust of farms and deserts, cities and plains <br />mingled by one wind -- our breath. Breathe. Hear it <br />through the day’s gorgeous din of honking cabs, <br />buses launching down avenues, the symphony <br />of footsteps, guitars, and screeching subways, <br />the unexpected song bird on your clothes line. <br />Hear: squeaky playground swings, trains whistling, <br />or whispers across cafe tables, Hear: the doors we open <br />for each other all day, saying: hello, shalom, <br />buon giorno, howdy, namaste, or buenos días <br />in the language my mother taught me -- in every language <br />spoken into one wind carrying our lives <br />without prejudice, as these words break from my lips. <br />One sky: since the Appalachians and Sierras claimed <br />their majesty, and the Mississippi and Colorado worked <br />their way to the sea. Thank the work of our hands: <br />weaving steel into bridges, finishing one more report <br />for the boss on time, stitching another wound <br />or uniform, the first brush stroke on a portrait, <br />or the last floor on the <a href="http://www.latimes.com/topic/unrest-conflicts-war/terrorism/one-world-trade-center-PLTRA0000167.topic">Freedom Tower</a> <br />jutting into a sky that yields to our resilience. <br />One sky, toward which we sometimes lift our eyes <br />tired from work: some days guessing at the weather <br />of our lives, some days giving thanks for a love <br />that loves you back, sometimes praising a mother <br />who knew how to give, or forgiving a father <br />who couldn’t give what you wanted. <br />We head home: through the gloss of rain or weight <br />of snow, or the plum blush of dusk, but always -- home, <br />always under one sky, our sky. And always one moon <br />like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop <br />and every window, of one country -- all of us -- <br />facing the stars <br />hope -- a new constellation <br />waiting for us to map it, <br />waiting for us to name it -- together</p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-29549334416167039712013-01-14T00:15:00.001-05:002013-01-14T00:15:38.502-05:00Stone of Help<div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; width: 448px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:46219c7e-4451-46fc-bc09-9ebf618820b7" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="f8067d67-5e03-4d9f-80d7-d7d5c5abcf78" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CB7Zk6HiDEU" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-RBuHzzrKyn4/UPOUeCtE8TI/AAAAAAAABTI/fmXu-2dTE9I/video36dd3734cecb%25255B30%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('f8067d67-5e03-4d9f-80d7-d7d5c5abcf78'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/CB7Zk6HiDEU?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/CB7Zk6HiDEU?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p>This morning for some reason this great song that has followed me from my childhood through to my adult life came to mind, and I hummed it as I was getting ready for church.  When I checked my facebook, I saw that my niece in Ohio had posted some of the lyrics on her status.  I got to church and glanced through my bulletin….and it was the first song we would sing!  I think I needed to hear this song today!</p> <p>I never hear it that I don’t think about an important time in the life of my church, and  my life.  When I began going there, my church had just gone through a very painful time and was in the process of being evicted from the building that that church had worshipped in since the 1800s because they had called a woman to pastor.  </p> <p>In the weeks that led up to our moving out of the building,  I think that the thing that sustained us all and kept us from being bitter was a series of shared stories. Each week a different church member would share with us a story of a time when God had sustained them, and <a href="http://bible.cc/1_samuel/7-12.htm">as Samuel did in the Old Testament</a>, each  raised an Ebenezer stone as sign and symbol of God’s faithfulness thus far.  On the day that we marched with joy through the neighborhood to our new building, our basket of Ebenezer stones was carried and held high.  We sang,”Come Thou Fount” as we crowded into our new space, and several years later the stones were embedded into the outside wall so that we can touch them as we walk into the church, ever a reminder of God’s faithfulness.  </p> <p>Perhaps I needed a reminder of that faithfulness.  Perhaps I needed to ask God to bind my wandering heart to God’s.  Perhaps I just needed to let something dear that binds my child faith to my adult faith roll around a bit in my heart.  But here, on this Sunday night, I raise my Ebenezer.  Thus far, God has helped me.</p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-21656108270064997772013-01-06T20:22:00.001-05:002013-01-06T20:23:40.307-05:00Merry Christmas,Girlfriends!<p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikkQrAoJnWWttTE-v9Zh2_AFAjvrn0FKyCQQoSmcDfJMtqBG60Gv6AL_Shyphenhyphen8TA21X1hgL-o4akhosDyRnaXNx0NaE4XtjxseLx_T4-Y3qrD6tUyInskwtyT8xjWcRMvWRkSmuAcsyaHsDd/s1600/nollaig_trad_crop.jpg" width="482" height="355" /></p> <p>Today in most Christian churches, I’d bet that you likely heard something about Epiphany.  What I doubt any of us heard much about today was <a href="http://acolleenjones.blogspot.com/2013/01/nollaig-na-mban.html">Women’s Christmas</a>. Only in the last week have I ever even heard of Women’s Christmas! </p> <p><a href="http://adventdoor.com/">Jan Richardson</a> explains it this way:</p> <p align="center"><em>Originating in Ireland, where it is known as Nollaig na mBan, Women's Christmas began as a day when the women, who often carried the domestic responsibilities all year, took Epiphany as an occasion to enjoy a break and celebrate together at the end of the holidays.</em></p> <p align="center"><em>Whether your domestic duties are many or few, Women’s Christmas is a good time to pause and take a break from whatever has kept you busy and hurried in the past weeks or months. As the Christmas season comes to a close, this is an occasion both to celebrate with friends and also to spend time in reflection before diving into the responsibilities of this new year.</em></p> <p align="left">Jan has written a <a href="http://sanctuaryofwomen.com/blog/womens-christmas-the-map-you-make-yourself/">beautiful guided reflection for Women’s Christmas</a> that you can do alone or with a group.  </p> <p align="left">Mark your calendars, girls.  It’s on next year.  Merry Christmas to us all!</p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-3228079712518279062013-01-03T20:30:00.001-05:002013-01-03T20:30:02.311-05:00What I Am Loving Today<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-WheOzfVaMnk/UOYwlra93LI/AAAAAAAABSs/Nhtm20TU6oQ/s1600-h/009%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="009" border="0" alt="009" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-K2C-c-QTSv4/UOYwmEUmhyI/AAAAAAAABS0/KxqakhiVTEo/009_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="233" height="320" /></a></p> <p><font face="Century Schoolbook">This little heater was my Christmas gift to DH who is ALWAYS colder than I am, year round.  This enables him to close our room off and make it nice and warm and toasty when he is sleeping during the day. (he works nights)  I turn the heat off at night but leave the little faux flame glowing and it makes me feel snug as a bug when I settle in .  I sort of wish I had seen <a href="http://rosylittlethings.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8345196d169e2017c343e42b0970b-popup">Alicia’s little stove in white</a> before I bought this one, but the black suits my childhood phone. (GLendale 4-5569, party line) Anyway, I love this cozy little stove today.</font></p> <p><font face="Century Schoolbook">And my room is NOT bright yellow- just the exposure of the picture.</font></p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-26657015297543185352013-01-01T23:02:00.001-05:002013-01-01T23:02:08.514-05:00One little word….<p><img alt="" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRIf0GjqNJgalE0VN7AjdfFCSO4VG-v0Y5Hj8D1T00uBdkJ4l_7Lg" width="259" height="194" /></p> <p>New year, <a href="http://urbanlittlehouse.blogspot.com/search/label/Word%20of%20the%20year">time for a new word</a>.  As for my year spent with Memory, I feel like it was a pleasant companion and I am glad for our time spent together in earnest.</p> <p>My word for this year is Silence.  Today, as I have done for two years prior, I once again moved from one year’s list of hopes to another the dream of making a silent retreat at either a monastery close to home or a hermitage at a convent a bit further.  I think the monastery is calling to me and I am not sure why I haven’t made that happen.  But it is the silence that calls.  Not silence so much as in the absence of sound.  At the monastery there are the lovely prayers of the hours and the sounds that a  place of silence makes.  I think the silence I crave is more of a barrier between me and sounds that distract me.  And those might not be so much sounds as my own lack of inner quiet.  I want to make friends with some sense of emptiness, where words or music or even thoughts come at my invitation.  So, silence.  Welcome 2013.  This poem is  a nice welcome into silence.</p> <h4>New Year Resolve</h4> <p>by <a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/author.php?auth_id=1959">May Sarton</a></p> <p>The time has come <br />To stop allowing the clutter <br />To clutter my mind <br />Like dirty snow, <br />Shove it off and find <br />Clear time, clear water. <br />Time for a change, <br />Let silence in like a cat <br />Who has sat at my door <br />Neither wild nor strange <br />Hoping for food from my store <br />And shivering on the mat. <br />Let silence in. <br />She will rarely speak or mew, <br />She will sleep on my bed <br />And all I have ever been <br />Either false or true <br />Will live again in my head. <br />For it is now or not <br />As old age silts the stream, <br />To shove away the clutter, <br />To untie every knot, <br />To take the time to dream, <br />To come back to still water.</p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-5913866478105290582012-12-26T01:00:00.001-05:002012-12-26T01:00:05.868-05:00Nailed It!<p>You know sometimes when you know you have picked the right present for someone?   Like, 48 colors of nail polish for one of my daughters……..</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-uCF76ZtEUok/UNqSYXMsmII/AAAAAAAABSQ/MS9OiLbvEGw/s1600-h/Christmas%2525202012%252520011%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Christmas 2012 011" border="0" alt="Christmas 2012 011" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8DkY-r-YXeY/UNqSZNCgw4I/AAAAAAAABSY/209XUDJcu7Q/Christmas%2525202012%252520011_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="295" height="392" /></a></p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-13694489277950934482012-12-25T00:05:00.001-05:002012-12-25T00:05:40.746-05:00On the birth of our Lord!<div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:cd67370c-e527-4606-aa43-ecaf2c1b027a" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="3f6a0e0a-e836-495e-b523-0f9d44265da6" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhAaOeypmsU" target="_new"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qQNjYRrr36c/UNk0I6YJu4I/AAAAAAAABR8/7ZrJDansAkU/video708f6e8657ca%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('3f6a0e0a-e836-495e-b523-0f9d44265da6'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/XhAaOeypmsU?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/XhAaOeypmsU?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-29213286610250022802012-12-24T12:16:00.001-05:002012-12-24T12:16:37.376-05:00The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light!<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-iFoK4ZeP5DU/UNiN5vbqPYI/AAAAAAAABRA/8JEuqFmKuzg/s1600-h/020%25255B10%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="020" border="0" alt="020" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uEf8WRsr5RQ/UNiN6Q4MRII/AAAAAAAABRI/2Sb3GBUCQ8Q/020_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="161" height="256" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-fc1fSwfrsto/UNiN60Vjs4I/AAAAAAAABRQ/PomINVOpVC4/s1600-h/022%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="022" border="0" alt="022" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nSYJ3lBPmU8/UNiN7o1vAnI/AAAAAAAABRY/_RyuwTtFewo/022_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="274" height="300" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-PMhUBJ5w4Ak/UNiN8DzFi3I/AAAAAAAABRg/eNT8jswDQ-g/s1600-h/024%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="024" border="0" alt="024" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-W-kEfk1XpOg/UNiN87Uyg_I/AAAAAAAABRo/_YLVd-TmFtM/024_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="441" height="515" /></a></p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-23711110820472588842012-12-23T00:34:00.001-05:002012-12-23T00:34:12.840-05:00Merry and Bright<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZaLA5Nm60u4/UNaXzXfSf6I/AAAAAAAABQU/ugnA_jnzRO0/s1600-h/038%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="038" border="0" alt="038" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RBmE6V_lQ24/UNaXzzVUS4I/AAAAAAAABQc/0GKzX83yv4k/038_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="453" height="346" /></a></p> <p>I have enjoyed our Advent theme as we journey from darkness to  light together, each week adding more light into our worship space.  </p> <p>I am grateful for a sense of light that I am carrying in my heart. In spite of much sadness in our world, our country, our family, I am more confident than ever that indeed the light DOES shine in the darkness, and the darkness has not put it out.  (John 1:5)</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-KY7UJDNBpZA/UNaX0VevimI/AAAAAAAABQk/6MH5ivYkqic/s1600-h/043%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="043" border="0" alt="043" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-cByFYU2wvIo/UNaX02N2DhI/AAAAAAAABQs/vLcfFwD8uac/043_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="370" height="433" /></a></p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-40999250488828723172012-12-15T00:34:00.001-05:002012-12-15T00:34:56.319-05:00June Apples<p><img src="http://www.charmofthecarolines.com/.a/6a01156faa621f970c0133f11b5fac970b-500wi" width="500" height="262" /></p> <p><font face="Arial Narrow">Rather than calling the roll all of the time, I tell my DH and kids that I am having dinner with the Mean Moms, or lunch with the 4 Season Friends, or am headed to dinner with the Weenie Moms.  Pretty much, those key words spoken, they know exactly who I am with. There some friends who are in more than one group. And some friends are not really in one of my “groups” (or “gangs” in the case of the Mean Moms. </font></p> <p><font face="Arial Narrow">Tonight I had dinner with my Apples in June friends.  I’ve linked to this video in the past. The first time I heard Carla Gover sing it I cried all the way through.  I’m older now, and my gatherings have become less hurried, the kids are older, we find more time to talk about who we are and how we are making it. Especially with the Apples In June friends, we cut to the chase and dispense with the small talk.  And sometimes, just their company and the chance to lay down my load does indeed make me feel “magical, wild, and free”. More often than not, I just feel rich and fortified. </font></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:8b170e31-085d-4ae0-920f-7d58a88ecc02" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="032164be-262e-4f52-8000-f7b256bde18b" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12sKZmLcMBw" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xEviWYeRtIQ/UMwL_xVL-MI/AAAAAAAABP8/8cz6TK0TeLk/video777aa888e0c8%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('032164be-262e-4f52-8000-f7b256bde18b'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/12sKZmLcMBw?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/12sKZmLcMBw?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p><font face="Arial Narrow"> </font></p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-49940664046949132132012-12-14T01:43:00.001-05:002012-12-14T01:43:19.747-05:00Nap Nook<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-7c_BxdEaZWk/UMrKgZb_wPI/AAAAAAAABOk/gKvsBnHdBOo/s1600-h/odiesleeping%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="odiesleeping" border="0" alt="odiesleeping" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-LqE1ux6KcI8/UMrKhQIjyII/AAAAAAAABOs/2Ux1Hgai6v0/odiesleeping_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="419" height="354" /></a></p> <p>Our sweet little pug dog Odie went blind a couple of months ago. It happened overnight and nearly broke my heart.  I have adjusted, realizing that he is not in pain and that this will not shorten his life.  At first he was very befuddled and hesitant to move about, but he is slowly getting back to his little impish self.  Early on, one evening I couldn’t find him.  Luckily he is such a loud snorer, I could follow the sound and found him behind the bathroom door tucked into DH’s clothes that he left there after his shower.  Since then, this happens several times a week.  I guess he wanders around and finds a soft place to land that smells like his favorite person in the world.  Now, I don’t have the heart to gather his laundry until after Odie is tucked in for the night in our bed.  Anything that makes him feel more secure is okay by me.  </p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-18699170558441564852012-12-10T23:37:00.001-05:002012-12-10T23:43:13.746-05:00Welcome Back Old Friend!<p><img src="http://cdn.indulgy.com/p7/Z8/q7/169166529722706337dCNIs0w2c.jpg" width="352" height="529" /></p> <p><font face="Rockwell">Oh my!  Just the sight of this and I can hear the steady ding ding ding and see the rotating patterns on the wall.  Somehow I had forgotten about angel chimes!  I loved them.  Not so much on putting together the sharp and bendable little tin parts, but oh so worth it!  Okay, I’m ordering one now.  And I hope it comes….tomorrow.  </font></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:81eeddb5-8657-4322-a1b1-301e2ec78dda" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="b468a38a-9d07-4e35-b363-731763e73604" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKWGIVHbC2k" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-cbR98FAQmO4/UMa54NpYTTI/AAAAAAAABOM/o1ZrNMO7oyQ/video43a18fcc6fa0%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('b468a38a-9d07-4e35-b363-731763e73604'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/GKWGIVHbC2k?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/GKWGIVHbC2k?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-79492090207222316992012-12-05T23:10:00.001-05:002012-12-05T23:10:39.140-05:00Some major Alicia link love<p><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJgNpt0WC3k/UJFq7VBIP7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/RtBXLUWjk6U/s1600/aliciapaulson.jpg" width="400" height="213" /></p> <p>I wrote <a href="http://urbanlittlehouse.blogspot.com/search?q=alicia">this post</a> a little over a year ago. Refresh your memory. You need to read that post to go to the next one.</p> <p>It is fitting that I mark my return to Wednesday Link Love with a new link to the wonderful Alicia’s blog and <a href="http://rosylittlethings.typepad.com/posie_gets_cozy/2012/10/then.html">this beautiful post.</a> Go there now and read it.  Really.</p> <p>And then, of course you will want to read the next 7 weeks of posts and look at the pictures.  I have always found her blog to be a sensory treat, with her beautiful photographs of her lovely home and the beautiful things she makes and the sweet creatures she shares her life with.  Today’s post is just so beautiful and so lyrical that I have to insist that you also hop over and read it too.  And when you are finished reading it, go back and read the last  paragraph all over again.  It is pure delight.  I love the blogging world and the amazing women I have come to “know” because of it. Okay, just read this passage <em>one more time.</em></p> <blockquote> <p><strong><em>Sometimes I have to go out by myself to get some stuff done and then, alone in the car, driving my old familiar routes out to the post office, the fabric store, over the little mountain whose village-like view I like to treat myself to in every season, I usually cry a little bit, thinking about everything that came before, how hard it was, and how hard some things are, and how tender life is, for everyone. Everyone you meet. December, with its fog and dark trees, and delicate branches waving in the cold, and its white berries hanging heavy from wire-thin black branches waving in the cold, makes me feel soft and tearful. I wind the car through the trees. The cold air smells of cedar. The route is old but I am new. I hurry to return home even though I'm trying to go slow, to let myself go slow enough to feel it all, to settle into every mile of this journey. Every season of this life. This glowing, golden gift</em></strong></p></blockquote> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-15371319091583288602012-12-04T23:07:00.001-05:002012-12-04T23:07:46.802-05:00Primed and ready<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-8mMK-kGWUkM/UL7IjhSHA6I/AAAAAAAABNw/h3eesMyR2IQ/s1600-h/003%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="003" border="0" alt="003" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hfhR-0oTwBw/UL7IkddKnQI/AAAAAAAABN4/U2b11hHwU8I/003_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="435" height="334" /></a> <p>Last year my friend <a href="http://artcricket2.blogspot.com/">Beth</a> encouraged me to join in on a 12 Days of Christmas Art Swap that she has been participating in for several years. It was so very fun that I have looked forward to being a part of it again all year.  Each of the women in the swap make 12 gifts with the only rule being that it has to be able to fit through a mail slot.  Each of us was assigned a day and given the addresses of all of the participants.  I am Day 7.  The person who is Day 13 makes one for each person to open on the day that is their own gift day so that you have a gift to open each of the 12 days.  Mine went postal last Friday, and AFTER Day 7 I will post a picture of what I made.  </p> <p>I bought a special box to hold my  gifts in as they arrive, and 8 of my little gifts are already poised and ready to be opened on their given day.  It is so fun to have something to look forward to every day.  I’ll be sharing what the gifts are as they are opened, but I can already tell you that every single one is a treasure!</p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-851789244444251582012-12-04T00:16:00.001-05:002012-12-04T00:16:49.977-05:00It’s beginning to look a lot like……August<p><img src="http://www.wunderground.com/data/wximagenew/t/trigirl/2283.jpg" width="403" height="306" /></p> <p><font face="Vani">There is just something very wrong with having to run the fans in the house as I decorate for Christmas.  In Kentucky.  On December 3rd.  I saw a dandelion popping its little yellow head up when I walked the dogs tonight.  </font></p> <p><font face="Vani">I put Christmas afghans on the arms of our living room chairs tonight in good faith that there will be a chilly evening when we want to hunker down beneath them while we drink our hot chocolate.  Holding out for some “cozy”!</font></p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-85188509651737042852012-12-02T23:55:00.001-05:002012-12-02T23:55:11.032-05:00Dark into Light, Rich into Richer<p><img src="http://beyondedges.com/uploads/images/Boy%20walking%20out%20of%20darkness%20into%20light.jpg" width="396" height="529" /></p> <p><font face="Century Schoolbook">Today we entered into our Advent journey- a journey from darkness into light.  </font></p> <p><font face="Century Schoolbook">A friend reminded me today of an old practice that I have fallen away from.  For a long time I had a standing “date” to meet a good friend online each night around 10 and we would chat about our day, often mentioning what “made us rich” that day.  When my girls came along, this also became a part of our night time ritual.  I would ask, “What made you rich today?”, and one of the girls was the scribe and we kept track of it in a little notebook.  Somewhere in this house I feel sure those notebooks that we filled with riches are still floating around.  While I can’t put my hands on them right now, I can tell you with certainty that you could look through every page and you would be hard pressed to find mention of anything that money could buy.  There were plenty of cardinal sightings and visits with friends or books we were reading.  But never once a mention of “stuff”.  How I hope that my girls never reframe their understanding of wealth.</font></p> <p><font face="Century Schoolbook">That said, this is my list for today:</font></p> <ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Walking into the church and finding it lovingly prepared, the stage fully set, to guide us through the journey of Advent together.  </font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Dinner tonight of wonderful Ethiopian food shared with a large group of church friends and our Eritrean refugee family in a local restaurant.  It was toasty and cozy inside and the food was great and the conversation interesting, and we were all beautiful at that big table.</font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">A brief street corner visit with neighbor friends.</font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Feeling well fed and well loved and ready to rest to rise to meet a new week.</font></li> </ul> <p><font face="Century Schoolbook">Thanks be to God for the wonderful gifts of this day.</font></p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-43069729808844696512012-12-01T23:49:00.001-05:002012-12-01T23:49:52.742-05:00Oh, it’s cryin’ time again……<p>Last night I got weepy looking at a site I used to make our Christmas cards.  All of those sweet families, all different configurations of family, all looking so happy and so dear to each other.  And the sight of my own design, with my own dear family tipped the balance into a full fledge cry.  Yes, it’s that time of year.  Everything I see, every person I see, every song or snippet of conversation I overhear are all conspiring to make me tear up.  I’m just a sap that way.  And something about the season of Advent just makes me take my heart out of its protective shell and hold it right out in the palm of my hand for all the world to touch.  And in some tiny tiny tiny way, isn’t that indeed what God did for us at Christmas? </p> <p>So, would you care to join me for a little sap?</p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:7e7a525a-7bb1-4d7d-b93e-9595549ce16c" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="9bcc4f5c-836b-4405-9605-7e18aab164cf" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLJbYXRXtyU" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kANyLHpmBts/ULrd7wYlTVI/AAAAAAAABNg/bthekVnBr6A/video271a5b59ca6e%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('9bcc4f5c-836b-4405-9605-7e18aab164cf'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/wLJbYXRXtyU?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/wLJbYXRXtyU?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-75532283626125841642012-11-21T16:52:00.001-05:002012-11-21T16:52:02.492-05:00Finding my way back…..<p><font face="Arial Narrow">I’m not even sure if anyone even still stops by here…..but I’m working in the direction of becoming more regular with posts.  It has taken me all week to tinker with the layout!  I’ve gotten kind of rusty.  </font></p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-65246779486424270102012-09-24T23:41:00.001-04:002012-09-24T23:41:16.028-04:00Making up for lost time…..<p>One thing I learned a long time ago about myself is that when I wait too long to do something, I become paralyzed and can’t find my way back.  I made a promise myself to at least get all of my Fresh Stop weekly photos up before the season ends….and it ends on Wednesday.  And so, with no further ado, I give you…..</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-V1wiBuaBO64/UGEnw52tGmI/AAAAAAAABK4/N10snWQZz_A/s1600-h/Week%252520Nine%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Week Nine" border="0" alt="Week Nine" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DM2nC6MOGJg/UGEnxgkzdAI/AAAAAAAABLA/a-nb1_8fc_c/Week%252520Nine_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="365" height="245" /></a></p> <p>                             WEEK NINE</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IsxLUu7iVWQ/UGEnyI7h_sI/AAAAAAAABLI/91lyPip_4cU/s1600-h/00Week%252520Ten4%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00Week Ten4" border="0" alt="00Week Ten4" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-a4UJGsoQLzo/UGEny7TbDFI/AAAAAAAABLQ/YU6I54PJnWA/00Week%252520Ten4_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" height="240" /></a></p> <p>                               WEEK TEN</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gcTiC9mKkDE/UGEnzRuqBiI/AAAAAAAABLY/nZH3qscLFN4/s1600-h/Week%25252011%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Week 11" border="0" alt="Week 11" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-BDWqOxDCyDs/UGEn0BU6iqI/AAAAAAAABLg/CVTHcSrE5co/Week%25252011_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="403" height="270" /></a></p> <p>                                 WEEK ELEVEN</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-q1Cs9qlwkdU/UGEn0rac74I/AAAAAAAABLo/oM6Ij1bpTtQ/s1600-h/Week%25252012%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Week 12" border="0" alt="Week 12" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-t3F3zLnwNxU/UGEn1ZHxlyI/AAAAAAAABLw/OoStGwQq2Io/Week%25252012_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="416" height="240" /></a></p> <p>                                 WEEK TWELVE</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1-NvCT_sPCI/UGEn1ybIfVI/AAAAAAAABL4/ZPSQmLD4AbA/s1600-h/Week%25252013%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Week 13" border="0" alt="Week 13" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HUxcAM8A12o/UGEn2Wq3i-I/AAAAAAAABMA/tytpM46KpNY/Week%25252013_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="433" height="274" /></a></p> <p>                                  WEEK THIRTEEN</p> <p>More to follow, and recipes too!  </p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-3196714764960151672012-07-25T23:12:00.001-04:002012-07-25T23:16:41.915-04:00Fresh Stop Week Eight<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-fDujhgKo4os/UBC1gclYvEI/AAAAAAAABKg/BccxqFuZaGw/s1600-h/004%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="004" border="0" alt="004" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pTsDrBCsTR8/UBC1hJYS_KI/AAAAAAAABKo/5GjM0uHL9vI/004_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="383" height="274" /></a></p> <p>On Wednesdays, my office mate Jacquelyn and I speculate and hope all day as we prepare to go pick up our produce.  A few weeks ago, DH went with me to pick up and last week he had to go for me.  Now he is hooked, enjoying the fun of seeing what we get!   Pictured above is what we got today, and boy did we feel like the richest people in Louisville as we pulled away.  In addition to what you see, we also bought more melons and tomatoes off of the market table.  So, what we have here are tomatoes (yellow and red), green peppers, apples, cantaloupe, zucchini, peaches, carrots, cucumbers, and watermelon.  I’m thinking of trying my hand at refrigerator pickles, and will definitely freeze some more tomatoes.  </p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-82499221019987689282012-07-25T23:09:00.001-04:002012-07-25T23:09:55.801-04:00Fresh Stop- Week Seven<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-EuvgcUygrB4/UBC1AIdtVfI/AAAAAAAABKQ/vF1lRMHHUlY/s1600-h/003%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="003" border="0" alt="003" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ehRuIrvPM4c/UBC1ApSp67I/AAAAAAAABKY/e18gZjAWyeM/003_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="412" height="266" /></a></p> <p>Week Seven found me a little under the weather, so much of it is still waiting to be cooked this weekend.  I did work up a window sill of tomatoes for the freezer and it is a great feeling to think of pulling them out some winter day for soups or sauces.  What we have here are: onions, tomatoes, eggplant, carrots, corn, peaches, okra, cantaloupe, cucumbers, and blackberries.  </p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-65226319664000004462012-07-22T00:22:00.001-04:002012-07-22T00:22:22.231-04:00At Long Last, some Link Love<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZx6fwMHn0xJ2-6p6F3ThL9bd4yWryxNlzPYKtkH6K93u9z1O9Dr4Eq3lJpIt1FhDNPPvT8WQHkA0xB_LGdF0F0yaoWgpSzyU8YBJd91S21sdXKXUSwIWQ7lFBdPqhuKmEfrT61Zh2gcO/s1600/grannychicporchsideview.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZx6fwMHn0xJ2-6p6F3ThL9bd4yWryxNlzPYKtkH6K93u9z1O9Dr4Eq3lJpIt1FhDNPPvT8WQHkA0xB_LGdF0F0yaoWgpSzyU8YBJd91S21sdXKXUSwIWQ7lFBdPqhuKmEfrT61Zh2gcO/s640/grannychicporchsideview.jpg" width="475" height="330" /></a></p> <p>Check out the <a href="http://southernhospitalityblog.com/porch-party-summer-inspiration/">Summer Porch Party</a> over at Southern Hospitality.  Be sure to scroll down to all of the links of the great porches that were submitted.</p> <p>Since I read this wonderful piece about <a href="http://www.dailygood.org/view.php?sid=262&utm_campaign=Argyle%2BSocial-2012-06&utm_medium=Argyle%2BSocial&utm_source=facebook&utm_term=2012-06-23-13-04-00">Stranger Dinner Parties</a>, I’ve thought of it and thought it would be very neat.  And so contrary to the way the world works.  Should I try it?!</p> <p>By far my favorite blog of late is one written by my next door neighbor’s sister.  She and her husband are kicking off their retirement by spending six months in NYC.  <a href="http://alandsally.blogspot.com/">Their  blog is wonderful!</a></p> <p>And now for a little eye candy.  Aren’t <a href="http://thisiscolossal.com/2012/07/crochet-playgrounds-by-toshiko-horiuchi-macadam/">these playgrounds</a> amazing?  I can barely finish a granny square……..  </p> <p>I first heard of Meghan on Kind Over Matter and became a huge fan immediately.  This song makes me happy.  Check her out!</p> Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383685424087783887.post-78722120036537538782012-07-22T00:21:00.001-04:002012-07-22T00:21:59.861-04:00Meghan Tonjes - 'This Year' OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sHD3Ab4NuzQ?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267592765037741096noreply@blogger.com1