Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Yellow Dance


Yellow Dance
by Wanda Stricklin Robertson


When spring was new, 
winter still lingering beneath the budding trees; 
the soil cool and full of worms, 
we planted the tiny seeds.


We wanted the dance.
Seed must be sown;
 without the sowing, there is no harvest.  
There can be no dance.


A spoonful of tiny seed, 
some sunlight, some water. 
Some pulling of weeds 
while the sun burned our skin.


We waited with patience, 
knowing they would come 
Home with the equinox,
 ready to do their dance.


And now we rest, rewarded for our work. 
Tender butterflies with wings of sun
dance from blossom to blossom, 
and the dying is sweet.


Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Time for Soup

Ree Drummond, the Pioneer Woman, is one of my favorite cooks.  I have found that combining some of her recipes with Paula Deen's recipes can make some tasty food.

On Sunday afternoon, I made the Pioneer Woman's Seven Can Soup .  It is super easy to make and so good.


These are the cans of food I used:  Chili Beans (she used Pinto beans; I didn't have any in the house), black beans, corn, kidney beans, 2 cans tomatoes with peppers, and a can of Chili with no beans.


Open the cans and dump them in a pot. How hard is that?


Keep dumping.


Stir it all together.  Bring to a boil; reduce heat and simmer at least fifteen minutes.



Just before it is done, add about eight ounces of Velvetta cheese.  If you are a cheese snob and refuse to use Velvetta, you can use whatever you desire.  By the way, we paid $5.99 for two pounds of Velvetta; we bought 2 pounds of good cheddar for $4.99 at Sams. Velvetta is no longer cheap cheese, unfortunately.


Add to the pot and stir until the cheese is melted.


We serve it with saltines or cornbread.  I don't know if it freezes well; we have never had any leftovers that needed freezing.

I have made this in the crock pot, too.  I have learned that if you have something bubbling in the crock pot, you are far less tempted to stop for junk food before you get home from work.  I don't add the cheese until we are about ready for supper.

This is a great recipe for food hoarders; those of us who have lived through ice storms and tornadoes that destroy the power lines, leaving us for days without electricity.  This could be made in a pot on the grill or over a campfire.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Sunday Scripture: No Evil


The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Psalm 23

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Changing Seasons



The Natchez Trace Parkway is our favorite place to drive.  It is always beautiful, but especially in the fall.


Hub and I traveled the Trace to Summertown, Tennessee, late yesterday afternoon, 




If you look hard, you can see a hint of the riot of color that will be there in two weeks or so.



Happy Fall, Y'all.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Happy Birthday, Mr. Faulkner

Carl Van Vechten - William Faulkner.jpg
Photo from Wikipedia

It is the birthday of William Faulkner (September 25, 1897 – July 6, 1962).  

I wrote about him here earlier this year.

Mr. Faulkner didn't comfort us or pretty things up, but he did

stir our emotions and taught us things about our Southern 

selves.  Looking for a week-end read?  Try As I Lay Dying 

by William Faulkner.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Happy Birthday, Jim Henson



 It is the birthday of Jim Henson (September 24, 1936 – May 16, 1990), creator of the Muppets.



He was raised in the small delta town of  Leland, Mississippi, where we found this museum with many of his creations.



My sons loved Sesame Street when they were small. They can still sing all the songs they learned from Kermit, Bert, Ernie and the others. The Muppets are now entertaining a new generation of children, and they are still as loved as they were forty years ago.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Thirty days. . .


Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
February has twenty-eight alone,
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting leap-year, that's the time
When February's days are twenty-nine.
Google sites Mother Goose as the author of this poem/jingle. I think it probably predates Mother Goose, but that's just me.
We learned it early on in elementary school, and I learned it well, apparently. I quoted it to myself this morning while I was planning some things to do before September ends. Do any of you do this?
A big Thank You to the teacher that insisted we memorize this.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Apples at Isom


Sunday afternoon, we went to Isom Orchards in Athens, Alabama, because the apples are ready.






We met Baby Boy there and got to spend some time with him.  We sampled some apples and brought a few home with us.


The apples are so good!  I think I'm tasting sunshine. . .

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Sunday Scripture: Tribulation



These things I have spoken unto you, that in

 me ye might have peace. In the world ye 

shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer;      
I have overcome the world.   ~ Jesus

John 16:33

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Travel


On the last day of classes, I ask my students if they want to be really, really smart.  
Turns out, some of them do.  
Here's my advice:

1. Travel
2. Read books
3. Slow down and listen 

There are other things, of course, but these are the three that will work for anyone.  Trust me.


I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for 

travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Friday, September 18, 2015

Ready for Winter?




I wrote about persimmons here a while back, but here is another perspective, surely more accurate than mine,  on winter predictions using persimmon seed.



Or, if you don't trust persimmons,  the trusty woolly bear caterpillars might tell you how high the heating bills will run.



An infallible guide could be as simple as watching your cat.



I don't know what winter will bring, but here is a prediction I'm pretty sure about: it won't get here until after we have enjoyed October.

Monday, September 14, 2015

Beautyberries


 Beauty doesn't always come early.


Beautyberry (Callicarpa) would not catch your eye in the springtime, like the bright jonquils or forsythia.
It doesn't send out a fragrance like our beloved lilacs and roses.
In fact, the blossoms are so unremarkable, you might pass right by it at the nursery.


The tiny blossoms turn into clusters of tiny green berries that continue to go unnoticed.


Ah, but in late summer and early fall! In late summer, when there is that first hint of coolness in the morning air, the berries ripen to a beautiful purple that practically shouts, LOOK AT ME!


If the berries remain until frost kills the leaves, they are even more striking. The birds who visit me like them so well, the berries are usually gone before the leaves.



Planting beautyberries is just one way of rewarding the birds that brighten our summer days. Yesterday, I walked out on the deck and saw four cardinals in this bush.  Fantastic!



....and the man in charge drank some of the water that had now turned into wine. He did not know where the wine had come from, but the servants did. He called the bridegroom over and said, "The best wine is always served first. Then after the guests have had plenty, the other wine is served. But you have kept the best until last!" John 2:9-10 CEV