Stunning day…

The day began cold at 42 degrees. Heavy dew covered the lawns. When the sun was finally over the horizon I went for a brisk walk to soak in the sunshine and some vitamin D. The sky was a deep, brilliant blue, with scattered, wispy white clouds. One home I passed still had deep pink geraniums blooming, next to something purple, under an ash tree filled with orange red clumps of berries. As I walked the sidewalk lined with trees, the sun felt like a warm blanket as I passed between trees, whose branches created an almost magical canopy that made me think of an enchanted castle walkway. I turned a corner to find that the trees that had been covered in red and yellow leaves, now stood bare against the sky, those colorful leaves now providing a crunchy carpet for me to walk through. The sound made me giddy and I kicked and scuffed through the deep was of them with great joy! Another corner turned, different trees, this time in varied stages of turning colors and preparing to sleep for the winter. One tree had a full branch of bright red leaves next to branches of green. Trees covered in gold and red leaves stood silhouetted against a backdrop of a dark mountain which was dotted by the shadows of the clouds that stood still in the cool blue skies above it. The beanie on my head kept me warm, and the smell of the trees in the cool air, the warmth of the sun on my cold skin was almost intoxicating. I swear people passing by probably thought I was a crazy woman for the huge smile that filled my face the entire walk. I thanked GOD, our creator for the incredible beauty of each moment, for each bird chirp, for the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh sound of the raven’s flight overhead, for the colors, the sunshine, the sheer joy it was evoking in my soul.

I hope that you find this kind of joy in the world you live in. It’s there, you just have to silence the technology, and your mind to see it, to hear it, to feel it.

What’s one thing you wish you had started doing earlier in life?

Respecting my husband. We have been married for 27 years, and I am just learning what that should look like. He feels respected, I feel loved and cherished. There is more peace in our relationship.

I have been practicing the six intimacy (NOT sexual intimacy) skills I have been learning in the book “The Empowered Wife” by Laura Doyle. I highly recommend women read this book, whether you are single, in a relationship, engaged, married recently or married for 27 years or longer. It’s never too late to transform a relationship! I love the blog posts with simple challenges that I get every few weeks. The last challenge was to simply say “thank you” when anyone does something for you. Not “Oh, you didn’t have to do that”, just “Thank you”.

Try it!

Today’s thoughts…

Some friends of ours have a bakery in a town 45 minutes outside of our metro area. Every now and then, when someone is coming into town, they will let people know, we order off the menu for the day and they bring our orders in with them and we meet in a public parking lot. Besides the hug from my friend who owns the bakery, I found a new favorite goodie. Their blueberry cheese danishes. Oh My! I devoured my half speedily, and had to restrain myself from eating the half I saved for my honey.

Blueberry cheese danish

I made the last batch of applesauce for the season today. Brought a hot jar to my bakery friend, as well as some garden goodies. We have a tree that produces super sweet apples, but small and bug bitten. It is a lot of work cutting out just the good parts. The apples were a bit larger than last year. I learned about thinning the crop, but probably a little too late on the season. I removed about a third of the apples in late July Next year, I am going to try to remove about half of the new apples once they get to be a few inches big. Not sure I’ll need to make any more apple sauce, but probably will anyway and share it with others. The good, non bug bitten apples got donated to the smaller food banks in our area. The super buggy, too small to cut up apples and all my cores went to a friend with goats and chickens. I always go for as little waste of food as I can.

It seems my winter squash plants don’t realize that it is September 2nd yet. Instead of winding down, I am getting new vine growth and new squash fruit. I’m not sure if the weather will last long enough for them to mature, but, God knows what we need for the winter. The few butternut squash we have on the vine at the moment are what I would call personal size. Kinda like the dozen cantaloupe that are ripening on the vine outside.

Personal sized butternut squash

After 27 years of marriage, I am slowly learning how to respect my husband. Shout out to author Laura Doyle and her book “The Empowered Wife”. Wish someone had given this to me as a wedding present. I plan to give this to brides in the future. Speaking of, I better order a new copy for a wedding coming up.

My dad’s memory is really disintegrating quickly now. He forgets things we talk about within the hour, can’t remember family names, mostly great grandchildren born recently. While he is 88, and some memory issues are normal, these are not so normal. Forgetting where things are in the kitchen, not being able to rectify/balance his checking account with his computer records, setting alarms for the wrong days, etc. fortunately, God has provided for us, and I am able to help with doctors appointments and keeping track of things with him. we still play scrabble each sabbath morning, but I win more often than he does now. He frequently mutters under his breath that it would help if he entered the right letters into his word finder app. Yes, we cheat and use those. But we both do, so it’s fair. But we do have a rule that you can’t play a word unless you look up the definition first. Learn new things if possible.

My eyes are getting sleepy, the litter box needs its nightly scooping, and I need to ice my ankle where a heavy drawer front hit it today (long story).

Yummy Scrapplesauce…

When we moved into our current home almost two years ago, we inherited an old apple tree that had been neglected and pruned improperly. Last summer, the apples were bug bitten, but after a lot of cutting out the bad parts, the good pieces made a sweet applesauce.

This year, I pruned back the interior of the tree, fertilized it once, and removed about half of the apples mid summer in hopes to get some better sized fruit and release some pressure on the bowing branches. I checked the fruit a couple weeks ago, but it wasn’t ready. On Sunday, I checked again, and they were ready. Crisp and juicy, although still smaller (but larger than last year) and bug bitten.

When I say the apples are ripe, I mean they ALL are ripe. I have been making 1-2 batches of scrapplesauce each day. I use a simple recipe: 1 cup water, 1 tsp vanilla bean paste, 1 cinnamon stick and fill a large pan with apple pieces. Boil until mushy, then blend. I leave the skins on for higher nutritional value, and I add one honeycrisp apple to the batch to ensure sweetness.

My first four quarts are in the freeze dryer tonight, two more quarts are already in the freezer, and a hot batch is cooling on the kitchen counter. I was able to bless a couple elderly neighbors with containers of scrapplesauce, and I will be giving some to our son and daughter in law in exchange for fresh blackberries, which I will use to make blackberry cobbler for breakfasts.

I am thankful for Gods provision for the winter, even though it means extra work for the next couple weeks. Wish I could share the sweetness with you all!

Share a photo of your pet and tell us one thing that makes them uniquely them.

Statler

This is Statler, as in Statler Hilton, the hotel magnet. But that’s not who he was named after. He and his brother were named after the two little old men in the Muppet movies who heckled the muppets from the balcony. Yes, they have names.

What makes this 18 pound boy special is his sweet temperament. He is a cuddler through and through. When his brother comes onto the bed in the middle of the night and says “hey. Give me that spot next to mom”, his response is “can’t we just cuddle together and share her?” He usually gives in and gives his brother the spot. He likes to jump up next to me on the couch and cuddle. He reads the morning paper in my arms, making it very difficult to eat anything.

Waldo

Now Waldo (think Waldorf Astoria) he’s a different story. He’s 25 pounds of pure muscle with the temperament of a toddler. Each morning he steps on me to wake me up. Then follows me around saying “Mom! Mom! Play with me!!!”

We love our boys. They love us and entertain us. Wouldn’t change them for the world!

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?

Don’t lend money to family or friends. Just give it if you have it. When you lend, it creates a barrier in the relationship. If the person can’t pay you back, there may be friction in the relationship, or the person may stop being your friend due to being embarrassed. You will have to battle possibly being angry with that person. Best to give it with no expectation of return if you value the relationship.

Fun memories…

LEGOs strewn across the living room carpet

Two boys constantly singing nonsense songs. While playing dominos, while building LEGOs, while riding in the car, while taking walks, and more.

Teaching the kids how to play dominos, and learning the oldest is very competitive, the middle grandson plays to have fun.

Picky eating, and great eaters.

Playing foosball and building a fort made of large boxes I collected.

Creative sandcastles built in the sandbox, complete with water filled moats.

Cousins connecting over pizza and water slides. Me connecting with my grown son and grands on that same water slide!

Our daughter cooking for us!!

A gold mine tour and searching bags of dirt for gemstones. panning for gold and shopping in the gift store for pretty rocks.

Watching The Magic School Bus and Paw Patrol on the couch.

The ten year old cooking his own fried eggs. Yikes! They grow up so quickly!

Happy screeches and angry yells.

Grandpa teaching silly songs to the tune of “La Cucaracha”. That’s “the cockroach” for those of you not familiar with Spanish. Imagine a potty training three year old singing, “I got poopies! I got poopies!”

Great grandpa (my father) getting the news that great grandchild numbers 15 and 16 are due early 2027. One grand is mine, one is my sister’s.