I met this man. We must have spent five or six hours talking to each other that Saturday night and on into the wee hours of Sunday morning. While talking we discovered that we shared the same birthday. Dave is exactly five years older than I am. He asked me to have supper with him on our birthdays in…
I wasn’t going to do Halloween this year. I didn’t last year. Well, except for giving out candy. It’s always fun to see the little ones and not so little ones dressed up carrying their trick or treat bags. But this year, like last, I didn’t feel like decorating the house. It’s not as much fun with our son off…
Earlier this week, Dawn over at Sweet as Cinnamon invited her readers who have blogs to write a post explaining how they came up with the name for their blog. I explained how the name of my blog came about in my very first post back on March 12th, 2008. However, since it’s likely that only my family has been…
In the previous post, I described how we make our own homemade stock. Now I’m going to show you how we preserve that stock for future use by pressure canning it. (<-affiliate link) A note before we get started: Despite what our grandmothers may have done or the canning methods they may have used, modern canning methods require all low…
I’d like to welcome readers who are visiting from Emily Isaac’s fun article Top 10 tea inspired homeware on the website Brew Drinking Thinkings. Back at the end of July, Emily contacted me to say that she was writing a Top Ten list of teapot-inspired interior ideas for the home and asked permission to link back to my blog as…
Do you go on late night or early morning adventure with your kids? Dave and I and our son were out of the house at O four hundred dark this morning. We had an inflatable mattress strapped in the bed of Dave’s Ranger and were off to find a spot away from the lights of the city to watch the night…
The sun is shining. The sheets are on the line drying. The mint is growing. Strawberries are blooming. And my herb garden survived the unusually cold north Georgia winter.
Several days ago, I was pressing the fabrics that I used in the gift bags shown in the previous post. As I finished each piece of fabric, I would bring it out and lay it over the back of one of the dining room chairs; being oh so careful to get them to hang so that they wouldn’t wrinkle. It…
If a woman could see the sparks of light going forth from her fingertips when she is cooking and the substance of light that goes into the food she handles, she would be amazed to see how much of herself she charges into the meals that she prepares for her family and friends. It is one of the most important…