In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

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Sunday Evening~

I know I've posted on pizza before, but it is an important ritual at my house. . . especially on Sunday nights. I love the process as much as the outcome--especially when there are veggies involved. My favorite is zucchini, with onion and fennel, but green peppers are nearly as good, and that's what our garden produced. We all love to eat it, and it has special associations with football, which is another big thing around here. We were extremely gratified that the Vikings beat the Lions this afternoon, 24 to 10, and Adrian Peterson came off with a splendid 80-yard touchdown.



with my faithful Ben as photographer
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Oh, the sunshine was so welcome after all that rain!

And the blue sky made me so happy. . .

The river valley is flooded, but the autumn colors are gorgeous.


"A purple sky to close the day
I wade the surf where dolphins play
The taste of salt, the dance of waves
And my soul wells up with hallelujahs

A lightning flash, my pounding heart
A breaching whale, a shooting star
Give testimony that you are
And my soul wells up with hallelujahs

Oh praise Him all His mighty works
There is no language where you can't be heard
Your song goes out to all the Earth
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!

O cratered moon and sparrow's wings
O thunder's boom and Saturn's rings
Unveil our Father as you sing
And my soul wells up with hallelujahs

Oh praise Him all His mighty works
There is no language where you can't be heard
Your song goes out to all the Earth
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!

The pulse of life within my wrist
A fallen snow, a rising mist
There is no higher praise than this
And my soul wells up
O my soul wells up
Yes my soul wells up with hallelujahs

Oh praise Him all His mighty works
There is no language where you can't be heard
Your song goes out to all the Earth
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!"

~Chris Rice

2 comments:

Kat said...

Delicious!
I'm glad for you that the Vikings did so well. :)
Beautiful pizzage. Yum. You're amazing with the crust!

Auntie Meredith said...

Livi, your pizza dough looks so fabulously soft and fluffy. I completely know what you man about the process being as enjoyable as the outcome. There is something so satisfying about the feel of dough in one's hands.
I just pulled two yummy loaves of bread out of the oven. Perfect golden crusty exterior. Perfect custard crumb interior. The house smells delightful. You may think me silly, but really, I feel there are few pleasures in life as simple and wonderful as yeast. :)