Little thoughtful gifts from the heart remind your friends how much you love them. After one of my cross-country moves, I was pregnant and exhausted as my toddler and I unpacked boxes. I came close to tears when I found that my friend and old neighbor had tucked one of her hand-knitted dishcloths into the top of a box filled with pots and pans. I felt the warmth and comfort of her hug across the miles.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
A Quick & Easy Knitting Project & the Farm Peacock
Monday, March 21, 2011
Easy Cherry Salad Recipe & Playing with Color
Color-Enhanced Photo "Going Down the Drain" |
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salads
Friday, March 18, 2011
Your joy for the weekend: Read Jonathan Livingston Seagull again.
"You have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way"."
— Richard Bach (Jonathan Livingston Seagull)
— Richard Bach (Jonathan Livingston Seagull)
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Not-Green Pea & Potato Soup & Pea Sprout Update
Not-Green Pea & Potato Soup with Buttermilk
Not-Green Pea & Potato Soup with Buttermilk |
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entrees,
good value,
healthy recipe,
In the Kitchen,
Photos,
soups and stews,
vegetables
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tote Bags & Happy Girl Friends
Happiness is Girlfriends! |
I think you might like to know how to make these bags
Monday, March 7, 2011
And My Heart Soars
Eel River, California, USA |
And My Heart Soars
The beauty of the trees, the softness of the air,the fragrance of the grass, speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky,the rhythm of the sea, speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning,the dew drop on the flower, speaks to me.
The strength of fire, the taste of salmon,the trail of the sun, and the life that never goes away,They speak to me.
And my heart soars.
~Chief Dan George (1899-1991)
With love, from me to you...
GG
Friday, March 4, 2011
Clam Chowda & Bar Harbor Buoy Bell
Bar Harbor Buoy Wind Chime |
It was a very windy day today. We have three wind chimes hanging from the big oak tree that grows up through the back deck. The first one hung was a gift from my husband to me, and is melodious and my favorite. Its sound is like the old kind of church bells. The second one (in chronological order of acquisition) is a heavy, hand-made chime that was ringing merrily when we happened upon it in the desert southwest. It takes a tremendous wind to move it to chime here in South Carolina. We begin to worry when our "desert" wind chime begins to rock 'n roll. The third is one that we brought back with us from a driving tour of New England two years ago, and was crafted to sound just like the buoy bell out in the middle of the harbor at Bar Harbor, Maine.
Happy memories are often triggered by sound, and little did we realize when we bought the buoy bell wind chime during our visit to Bar Harbor that it would bring us so much daily joy. It rang merrily today. I sat on the deck this evening and closed my eyes. I listened to the buoy bell clanging, now with the wind instead of the waves, but I could still taste the chowda.....
"A New England clam chowder, made as it should be, is a dish to preach about, to chant praises and sing hymns and burn incense before. To fight for. The Battle of Bunker Hill was fought for--or on--clam chowder; part of it at least, I am sure it was. It is as American as the Stars and Stripes, as patriotic as the national Anthem. It is 'Yankee Doodle in a kettle.'" ~Joseph C. Lincoln (1870-1944)
The best chowder we had was at a small fisherman's co-op and was made by the fishermen's wives. Of course, they didn't have an exact recipe, but had a "method," and I'll share it with you here just as they shared it with me there on the pier, on a sunny, breezy day in New England.
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In the Kitchen,
Photos,
soups and stews,
travel
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Sun-Kissed Forsythia
Forsythia Blossoms |
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