putting on the rose

An afternoon tea party with the best of friends found Rose rolling linen napkins into "roses". This girl lives up to her name and can be persuaded to get ritzy from time to time- rose style.

Thanksgiving

I noticed the silverware was tarnished as I placed it on our Thanksgiving table yesterday. The same silverware my mother inherited from my paternal grandmother years ago. Finding out some things matter little and realizing comfort is found in the familiar even with its unpolished burnish.

The pies traveled well in the car and most were in agreement that a tiny slice of each kind would top the end of the meal quite nicely.

The day's temperatures were temperate and called for us to come outside, so while dessert and coffee were lingered over inside, Charlotte practiced "edge walking" out front, hoping to master her skill of walking on the edging.

This dress was made for twirling.

the making of the pies

Today, amongst other things, I baked three pies to be served at Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow.

Pecan, a favorite of my husband's.

My fellow pie baker, Charlotte helped with the crusts. A creative twist was added to the pumpkin pie crust's edge, a leaf motif of sorts. Now mind you this was all done freehand.

But it turned out fairly well we thought.

Coconut Cream pie is usually only made at Christmas, but since it is my father's favorite and we will be seeing him tomorrow, I wanted to please him with this pie. And it is so good! As I licked the spoon, the memories of how good it is delighted my taste buds with its vanilla custard sweetness.


This pie requires a prebaked pie crust. A good way to keep your pie crust from puffing up is to line your pie crust with foil and fill the crust with beans. Bake at 400 degrees for about 40-45 minutes.

My dear mother's illness is marching on. The original plan was for my brother to come and pick my parents up and take them to his house for the holiday; which is in the state they lived in up until about three years ago, before circumstances merited moving them down the street from my sister (about 1 1/2 hours away from me) in order to better care for them.

The days have finally solidified that traveling is entirely too overwhelming for her now. Therefore, have Thanksgiving will travel, we pack it all up and will spend the day with them...being oh so full of thanks for every one of His tender mercies toward us, of which there are many.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Will you....YES!

"We're going to the chapel and we're gonna get married...

Such exciting times. He had the question and she had the answer. We couldn't be more happy or thankful that our son has chosen Claire to be his bride.

Sunday was a busy day for this couple as they visited family from here to there to celebrate their engagement and allowing the entire family to share in their joy. I hope to always remember how she glowed when I saw her that evening.

Witt and Claire
November 22, 2009

Wedding bells will ring on May 29th!

Calls to Answer

Last weekend began a Mission Conference held at our church which continued through the week.


Our family was able to host a missionary couple who have served in Africa for twenty years. We were so busy the week before getting everything ready for their arrival, but it was such a wonderful experience to have this couple gracing our home. They had such interesting stories to tell. They literally became a part of our family, as Charlotte can well attest as she packed her bags with full intentions of going home with them on Thursday morning.


And there were special weddings to attend too. On Saturday evening we were able to witness a very good friend of ours perform the marriage ceremony of his second daughter. I especially appreciated how every aspect of her personality was woven into everything from the music to the pistachio wedding cake. This was the little girl that had a crush on my son when she was about eleven years old and they have remained such good friends through the years. I am so very fond of her.

Some of the things I have been doing

Making a pot of Vegetable Beef Soup. The colors of autumn stored in a glass canning jar. This soup can make for the most satisfying of lunches or supper, all one needs to add is crackers.

Snipping the most favored flower in my garden, I call them my garden gems, to bring inside the house; so what if little bugs come in to rest in the warm crevices or my house too.

Pulling out the newly purchased watercolors, brushes and paper to try my hand at capturing some of these lovelies. This is a newly acquired pursuit and even if my paintings are so elementary, I certainly enjoy the process.

Here are the cuffs that go on the dress that goes under the pinafore being made
for Charlotte to wear on Thanksgiving.

Rather has the beat to remind me of the nursery rhyme,

"Here is the cat that killed the rat that are the malt
that lives in the house that Jack built".

I have so much I could share of God's blessings in my life of late. And I hope to be able to very soon.But I wanted to just drop by and give some snippets of simplistic happenings that border my days too.

Thank all of you for your recent comments. My countenance is lightened upon reading each and every one. It inspires me to go on and attempt some more posts when thoughts of taking an even longer break have been cluttering my brain lately.

Easing

This was the scene from the high, large window in my foyer that I was fortunate to glimpse as I passed through one morning. I wanted to squeeze its beauty and get out every last drop of blue sky and golden leaves. I settled for my camera and its macro lens.

The week at the lake with my husband was, if you will excuse a tone of vernacularism, "Just what the doctor ordered". I even found myself wishing I was heading there once again when Friday rolled around last week!

We made a quick stop by* Gander Mountain* on the way and purchased some new hiking shoes. These are some of the most comfortable shoes I have ever put on my feet. We so enjoyed hiking on the trails of Chimney Rock.

Obviously, I have taken a respite of sorts from the world of blogging, or computers too so it seems, for the most part. Honestly, the days seemed to jump on a fast moving wheeled object and take off without looking back. But I would find myself thinking about those whose blogs I enjoy reading.
Easing back is the key.