Friday, October 21, 2011

Leftover pie

Actually, the pie isn't leftover at all.  Rather, the filling is made from the leftovers of a large meal of roast beef and veggies.  These were left over from a lovely family dinner at Grandma's, and my aunt reccommended using the leftovers for a pie....
 And so of course I did .... two pies actually ~
I used half butter and half lard in the crust, to lend a more savory flavor.
 And it tasted quite good as well.  Thanks Grandma and Auntie!
 texture and steam...

Thursday, October 13, 2011

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photo by Motherdy

Autumnal Sunshine Colors
By Olivia, September 2006, age 12.
.Autumnal sunshine colors
Are the prettiest of all
The golden rays of sunshine
And the maple leaves that fall
.
Autumnal sunshine colors
The darkest, they are the best
The deepest red of apples
And the golden leaves at rest
.
Autumnal sunshine colors
Are the happiest it seems
And yet they are the saddest
Oh, the gold and silver streams
.
Autumnal sunshine colors
Some are warm and some are chill
The branches shed their beauty
Yet their beauty is there still
.
Autumnal sunshine colors
Are bountiful at harvest
The squash and oh, the pumpkin
And peppers--you're fully blessed
.
Autumnal sunshine colors
You can see them in a bird
See a gorgeous red or brown
Flash, they're gone without a word
.
Autumnal sunshine colors
Shine through Black Eyed Susans fair
And though it may be sunny
You feel crispness in the air
.
Autumnal sunshine colors
You can taste with every bite
Into a crimson apple
Or a piece of pumpkin bright
.
Autumnal sunshine colors
Are in each seed which does float
To the earth that softly waits
With a golden autumn note
.
Autumnal sunshine colors
They appear from left and right
Like a many featured gem
Like a ruby in sunlight
.
Autumnal sunshine colors
They are waiting ever near
Waiting for you to seek them
So search, whether there or here.

Skipping through puddles~

 laughing at clouds. . .





 Strolling through Autumnal glory ~<> ~<> * <>~ <>~


 Aha! I can take a picture of my own umbrella...
westering sun, as I stroll home...



Copiousness

"You will not be able to extemporize good thinking unless you have been in the habit of thinking and feeding your mind with abundant and nourishing food. Work hard at every available moment. Store your minds very richly, and then, like merchants with crowded warehouses, you will have goods ready for your customers, and having arranged your good things upon the shelves of your mind, you will be able to hand them down at any time without the laborious process of going to market, sorting, folding, and preparing. . . .  Take it as a rule without exception, that to be able to overflow spontaneously you must be full."
--Charles Spurgeon
Thanks, Justin!

of Autumn...by me

A limerick, a rhyme, a song
Pervades the light and merry throng
Of crimson rambling vines and leaves
A turquoise heaven through the trees
I can't but wonder if this strain
Of music woven in the wane
That haunts my heart in every year
To pen a single, yes a mere
Beginning or a passing note
Began when God Creation wrote
And wrote this too, this anthem long
Whose melody is here and strong


I must record the beauty frail
This golden and secluded vale
In season's play of history
This section full of mystery
But even so despite each page
Of my attempts in every age
To transfer sonnets into words
Or paint a rhyme of sky and birds
A single measure only comes
Of nature's song that always hums
The praise of God and ever wends
Beyond when lofty summer ends


And so I write of skies bright blue
Chrysanthemums adorned with dew
Of barren branches bathed in gold
And dells astir with leaves of old
I'll make a wreath of forest vine
And gather rose-hips to entwine
I'll set its band atop my hair
Inhaling draughts of crystal air
I'll call farewell to southbound geese
Go dashing through the leaves in peace
And ever with the seasons sing
"All glory be to Christ our king!"
autumn 2010, age 16

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Ordinary Days~

Ah, these last few months seem to have gone by ridiculously fast.  After our first cold blast of autumn the weather warmed up a bit again, and we have had a lovely bit of Indian Summer here ~ warm and windy, and only a spattering of rain.  The vines up the north side of our house are turning dark red and purple-ish colors like the trees lining the streets of our little town.

Our days have been filled with the usual things: school, cooking, baking, cleaning, playing music, writing songs, singing, reading new books (and old books), walking to piano lessons in the falling leaves, and all that sort of thing.  I hope to post more soon, but here are a few pictures from the last several weeks. ~



molasses cookies on the first day of fall
watching Nigella while I bake...
Mama's and mine
picking up the fiddle a bit more lately ~
moving books about,
We moved this bookshelf into the livingroom, and it looks scrumptious there...
The Wind in the Willows ~ what a perfect title, and what a perfect book...

The leaves are turning fast,
Sunrise out Mama's window~
Hmmm... something very sticky and caramel-y that I made recently...
chubby nephew {squish}
Look-- my trees are almost bare!
my new little friend~