So Thankful for Dads

I'm so thankful for these men in my life

 - my Dad, constant in love, faithful in prayer, and fun to be with 

- my husband, wonderful in every way

- my son, just beginning the journey of fatherhood.

This photo was taken in early January when Grandbaby girl was so new. It's one of my favorites.

Happy Father's Day! I thank God for each one of you.

Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all

Emily Dickinson

Often on my walks I find a feather or two. Gull feathers on the beach, white and gray. Long, glossy black crow feathers near the woods close to our home. Not long ago I noticed these two hawk feathers and picked them up.

I like having bits of nature in my home and my pockets frequently contain a rock, a seashell, an intriguing twig, a pine cone, or, as in this case, a feather. I put them into little dishes and admire them, rotating the displays as whimsy dictates.

Whenever I find a feather, I'm reminded of the above lines from Emily Dickinson. And I'm reminded of the things I most hope for. I know people with huge hurts and I have hopes for them that are hard to express. So I'm reminded of lines from another writer, Ellis Peters, author of the Brother Caedfael mysteries. 

" He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific requests, only holding in his heart, like broken birds in cupped hands, all those people who were

 in stress or grief."

And when there are no words, this is how I pray, trusting God to mend, restore, and renew.

J'ai descendu dans mon jardin - I went down to my garden

... and found the first rose

This is a climbing variety, still in a pot since I've not finished digging all the beds.

But, oh, how wonderful to see it.

lettuces, 

cabbages, 

tomatoes mingling with daisies,

chamomile blooming in a pot, 

and the promise of more roses. 

Around February, I suggested to my husband that we put up a fence BEFORE finishing the kitchen renovation. I'm sure he thought he was hearing things. 

We went ahead with the fence and I'm so glad we did. We now have a private yard and a garden safe from the marauding deer. In fact, we rarely see signs of deer anymore whereas before they used our front lawn as their bathroom stop. Even though the front is still open, they don't come through often.

My vegetable garden is not organized in neat rows or squares. I've usurped the flower beds and have planted a few lettuces in a border, beanpoles among the escallonia, tomatoes alongside daisies - wherever I could find some space. Maybe next year we'll put in proper beds. For now, I'm just glad to be able to potter about my yard.

The kitchen reno is nearly completion as well, and then we'll be free to enjoy our yard to the full!

Mosaic Monday - Wild Roses

Just above the rocky tide line at the beach grow tangles of wild rose bushes. I've been watching them for awhile, waiting for the first blossoms. The flowers don't last long, but their delicate scent is one I remember from childhood. I clipped them then, and brought them home to place in a jar of water where they soon wilted. Now, older, and wiser, I hope, I leave them alone. The fleeting beauty of wild roses is delicate and must be enjoyed in place, where the bushes grow. 

As we rinsed our sandy feet off with the garden hose at home, someone spotted this tiny frog on a rhododendron leaf. He blends in beautifully, another marvel of creation.

We had company again this weekend. Sweet grandbaby and her parents, and our youngest daughter and her husband. I caught the baby in a pensive mood while out on a walk this afternoon. We are so blessed that our children come up to see us often - I treasure each visitor as a gift.

Linking once again to Mary's wonderful mosaics at the Little Red House.

Words to Inspire

Knowing what is right is like deep water in the heart;
   a wise person draws from the well within. 

Proverbs 20:5

Smores Cookies

I found these delectable looking treats via Pinterest. Yes, yet another computer time gobbler. However, in the end, if I discipline myself well, it just might save me time. 

I tend to bookmark all kinds of things, but rarely take the time to organize them. And then looking over my bookmarks, I sometimes forget what I bookmarked them for. With Pinterest, it's easy to categorize the things that catch my eye. And since I'm such a visual person, using pictures instantly reminds me why I wanted to remember that particular site. 

Anyway ... I found these treats. So I made them today. They are good. Not spectacular, but good. Cookies with marshmallows and chocolate chips on graham wafers topped by chocolate. Not much can go wrong with that. And I like the hint of cinnamon in the recipe. It adds another layer of flavour. These were easy to make. 


edited to add: I think I'll upgrade this recipe to very good judging by the reactions from others who have tried them. I guess I'm not the best judge of cookies since I'd rather have a handful of potato chips!

Smores Cookies - found here originally (recipe slightly adapted)

3/4 cup butter, softened

1 cup brown sugar, packed

2 large eggs

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon cinnamon

2 1/2 cups flour

1/2 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips

1 cup miniature marshmallows

3 Hershey Bars, cut into pieces (I used dark chocolate - there are 16 rectangles in each bar)

48 graham wafer squares

Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Line baking pans with parchment paper. I used two cookie sheets (ones with sides). Lay out graham wafer squares side by side - they should be touching. Set aside.

Cream butter with sugar, add the eggs and vanilla. Mix well. 

Combine the flour, baking soda, salt and cinnamon. Add this mixture to the creamed mixture, combining well. Stir in the marshmallows and chocolate chips.

Place 1 to 1 1/2tablespoon of dough onto each graham wafer square. Press down slightly with fingertips. Bake for 5 minutes. Remove from oven and press one rectangle of chocolate onto each square. Bake an additional 5-7 minutes or until dough is beginning to turn golden. Cool, then break apart, cutting if necessary. 

Playing Tourist

There was a boat show in Nanaimo last weekend. I wasn't too interested, but Tim was. So we went in to town together and while he poked about boats, 

I wandered through the streets of Nanaimo, a city I've never explored at all.

The building above is the Bastion - built by the Hudson Bay Trading Company in 1853. Built as a defensive structure and never used as such, it's played many roles over the years - general store, jailhouse, museum, arsenal, and club house.

Currently a museum, it pays tribute to those first Europeans who came to the area. I can imagine a woman carefully packing this trunk, choosing which of her treasured possessions to take far away from England. The first pioneers took a 6-month ocean journey around Cape Horn to arrive here. 

It's fascinating to think of the people who have sipped tea from these cups. I'm sure these pretty things were well cared-for by their owner.

Not too far away stands this modern version of the Bastion - the sea plane terminal in Nanaimo Harbour. People still come and go from here, in faster, more comfortable travel modes. But people, in general haven't changed much in 150 years. Women still like pretty dishes and sharing cups of tea with friends. 

Little Things

Yesterday,  my husband walked in the house after work bearing two branches of beautiful, fragrant lilacs. He knows how much I love the flowers and gathered these blossoms from a bush on his work property.

I've never seen lilacs like these before - with each petal edged in white. Some sort of hybrid, maybe? Their delicious scent wafts through the house like a sweet cloud.

And ... two beautifully scented bookmarks arrived from Brenda at It's a Beautiful Life. I always have a number of books on the go, and I'm really trying to use bookmarks instead of ... ahem ... turning down the corners. I finished Thackeray's Vanity Fair yesterday, and am beginning Dickens' Bleak House. 

Little things - lilacs, bookmarks - but both immensely thoughtful gestures that serve to remind me that it's the little things that combine, in layers, to create love and community.

What are the little things that mean a lot in your life?

Life's Loveliness

"Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things ..." 
Sara Teasdale


Summer's here! We've had a weekend of warmth and sunshine.
 I walked on the beach in bare feet
on sand warmed by the sun, 
waded in tidal pools that felt like bathwater
and let the waves lap against my legs.

Starfish come in various colors. On this side of Vancouver Island the most common color is 
purple. One theory I've heard is that their diet affects their color. 
These are ochre star, or pisaster ochraceus. 
When we walk the beach at low tide, we often see
clusters of starfish huddled together in tangled masses under rocks.
Others are left stranded by the tide on the beach. 
These we throw back into the water so they don't dry out.
The tops of the starfish are leathery feeling, and highly textured. 

Joining in another Monday Mosaic hosted by Mary at the Little Red House.

Making a Summer Checklist

Today, Rebecca Sower posted her Summer Checklist, which inspired me to make one of my own. It hardly feels like summer yet, with rain and cloudy skies dominating the landscape. However, the temperatures are warming ever so slowly, and we are being promised sunshine and warmth for the weekend. We'll see.


In good faith, here is my Summer Checklist:

wade in the ocean

read outdoors while sipping something cool

make homemade jam

go camping

pick blueberries/raspberries/strawberries

visit the farmer's market regularly

make (and eat) fruity popsicles

breakfast on the beach

make pesto with basil

eat outdoors as much as possible

sew a summer dress, or two

eat a warm tomato off the vine

blow bubbles on the lawn
finish my degree

These photos are both from two summers ago - before we moved. I'm hoping to get a few roses this year, here, but the bushes are brand new. Likewise with the hydrangeas. 


So, what's on YOUR summer checklist?

Step by Step

"What saves a man is to take a step. Then another one."

C.S. Lewis

"Do the next thing." 

from an Anglo Saxon poem

There is a path ahead, but I can't see it clearly. Instead, all that's given to me is the next step. Then the next one. And little by little, each step makes up a life.

The next step is another essay. Word by word. Step by step. With some breaks here and there to enjoy the beach, read a few blogs, cook something delicious.

Around the Yard

"In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt." 

Margaret Atwood

Yesterday, I smelled like dirt. After a week of rain, I couldn't resist the pull of sunny skies, and I spent Saturday weeding, transplanting, and screaming at the sight of snakes - 2 live ones and one empty skin. 

This afternoon I went around the yard with my camera, taking photos of the first flowers. How wonderful to be seeing a little color here and there amongst all the green. And although the photo doesn't show it, there was a lovely bee buzzing in the lavender.  With the collapse of bee colonies, seeing a bee is a very good thing. 

Linking to Mosaic Monday.

Delights of the Season

I try new recipes all the time. Some I make more than once, like this one. Dorothy gave me this recipe about 30 years ago. She's the wife of the physician who delivered our eldest daughter in a small jungle hospital in South America.  I remember first eating this - it was so deliciously cool and frosty - perfect for a hot and humid climate. 

I've made this recipe more times than I can count. I like having it in the freezer during the summer - to me, it's better than ice cream! 

Strawberry Squares

1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour

1/2 cup butter

1/3 cup sugar

1/2 cup walnuts or pecans (optional)

Crumble the above ingredients all together, using your hands or a food processor. Place in a 9 x 13 inch glass pan. I just put all the ingredients in the pan and mix it there. Bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes, stirring once or twice. Let cool completely. Take out about 1/3 of the crumbs to use for a topping, and ensure that the remaining crumbs are scattered evenly over the pan bottom. Set aside while you make the filling.

2 egg whites

1/2 cup sugar

1 1/2 cups partially frozen strawberries (or raspberries)

2 teaspoons lemon juice

1 cup whipping cream

In a large mixing bowl, place the egg whites, sugar, strawberries (with any juice) and lemon juice. Beat at high speed for 10 minutes. You will have a bowl full of lovely strawberry meringue. This can splatter so take precautions.

Whip the cream in a separate bowl until stiff. Fold cream into the strawberry mixture. Turn into glass pan, on top of crumbs. Smooth the top, sprinkle on reserved crumbs. Freeze for at least 6 hours. Cut into squares to serve. 

Rainy Days

Dull, drizzly skies this week had me craving bright color. There's nothing but green in the yard just now, so I bought a bouquet of flowers from the grocery store and de-constructed it.

Five golden gerberas stand like sentinels of spring and hopes of summer in recycled condiment bottles on my dining room table.

Their brightness reminds me that summer will come, and that God is very present.

In my comfortable home, I think of those who have lost much in the past few months - floods in Manitoba and Quebec, fires in Slave Lake, floods and tornadoes in the USA, earthquakes in Japan, wars in Africa and the Middle East. And I wonder that I even dare to complain about the rain and cold. 

Making Things

I love making collages. Doing more of them is on the list of "things to do when I'm finished my degree." The list is getting longer and I'm becoming more impatient. But I'm continuing to focus on studying while doing just enough other stuff to keep me sane. I made the above collage for a friend. It didn't take long and I had such a good time playing with paint, paper and scissors.

Here's something else I made. And oh, it was too good not to share. Ultra-simple and ultra-delicious! Toasted whole grain bread topped with Nutella and fresh strawberries. I also tried it with peanut butter, but the nutella won - according to the tastebud poll. Unfortunately, the strawberries are the sort of crunchy ones from California since our berry season is at least a month away. Try it, you'll love it! 

Victoria Day Sunshine

The Monday on or before May 24th is when Canadians celebrate Victoria Day - in honor of Queen Victoria's birthday on that day in 1819, and to celebrate the reigning sovereign's birthday as well.

Traditionally, this weekend is also the weekend to plant gardens. And so I did - all my starters are in the ground, some protected still by row covers because it has been a very chilly spring.

Beguiled by the today's sunny weather, we celebrated with a barbecue, and enjoyed our meal outdoors. I'm so thankful for the fence, creating a private yard in which to enjoy ourselves without the world's eyes upon us. 

Both daughters, one son-in-law and a friend joined us for lunch. The cherry tree is full of blossoms and Gerry found great pleasure in shaking the blossoms all over Cristal, and scattering them on Ashley and even Tim. It was like pink snow! After lunch we took the dishes indoors, made tea, and played a game of Ticket to Ride. We just didn't want to miss any of the glorious sunshine!

I'm hoping this is the beginning of a long, long stretch of sunny days. An occasional drizzly Thursday would be just fine. 

Joining in with many other bloggers for Mosaic Monday.

Backsplash!

New countertops, new sink, and now, new backsplash. Here's my talented husband in action. This weekend he hopes to begin the grouting. 

I thought about cropping out the dishes in the sink, but hey, I decided to keep it real. My kitchen is not always spotless, especially when I'm cooking in one corner and tile is being laid in another.

I'm really liking the tile we chose in spite of the fact that the bigger tiles are not as white as I'd anticipated. I'm glad I've waited to choose the color of the cabinets until I can coordinate it with the tile. The cabinets are going to be a shade of white as well. 

When you renovate, do you make all the choices at once or as they come? I always thought designers came up with the total concept, down to the last paint chip, all at once. However, watching design shows more closely has me thinking that they don't. How something looks en masse is very different from one painted cabinet door or one ceramic tile. 

Eggs of Many Colors

Recently Tim put up a notice on Craigslist for free cabinets and glass shelves - things that we no longer needed and were taking up space in the garage. The woman who came for the shelves asked if I would like a dozen eggs.

She handed me a carton and drove off. What a delight to open the carton and discover this Rainbow Package of eggs, complete with a map! The eggs come from:

* Bronze Breasted Turkey

* Danish Brown Leghorn Chicken

*Ameraucana Chicken

* Barred Plymouth Rock and Rhode Island Red

* Australorpe Chickens

* Silver-Laced Wyandotte Chicken

* Bantam Silkie Chicken

They range in size from small and dainty to robustly round - that would be the brown speckled turkey egg in the foreground.

Chicken keeping seems to be all the rage. I know I've thought about it. I'm just not quite ready to make the commitment yet. But how fun it would be to gather such pretty eggs.

There are some amazing backyard chicken coops out there. Heather Bullard has one. Andrea has another. These are chicken coop palaces! 


edited to add: I don't often post about giveaways here, but there's one at Carol's site, Raised in Cotton, that I think you'll want to investigate. A gorgeous linen tablecloth, perfect for summer, from Cabbage and Roses. 

From Sea to Sky and Back Again

They say a change is as good as a rest. So I packed up my books and papers, along with my swimming suit, and accompanied my husband to a conference in Whistler. He attended the conference, I studied, swam and walked. 

The first two days poured rain. I love swimming and since the outdoor pool is heated, the cold drizzle on my head was juxtaposed with being immersed in warm water. 

Tuesday morning we awoke to no rain and faint patches of blue sky. On the banks of a creek these four very large chairs await sunnier days of contemplation.

My walk took me across the creek via this covered bridge. 

Although most of the snow is gone from town, there's still plenty of it up in the mountains. These snowboarders are off to catch the gondola lift.

Spring is coming to Whistler. Daffodils were in bloom and a few brave tulips. Whistler is the site of the 2010 Winter Olympics. Last year there was a dearth of snow in the hills around Vancouver. This year, there's an abundance. 

Whistler Village sits at 2214 feet (675 metres) above sea level. The difference in spring's arrival was remarkable. Few trees had green leaves. Descending to sea level was like going to another climate entirely. 

So, home again, and back to studying, without swimming breaks this time.

Words to Inspire

"What do you want me to do for you?" He asked.

Jesus ... said, "With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."

Matthew 20: 32     Matthew 19:26

Lilac Time

" the perfume of the lilacs came in little puffs on the crystal air."

L. M. Montgomery

I do love lilacs. Their season is all too short. Looking over my pictures, I realize that I have no photos of the lilac bush in our yard in Victoria. The photo above was taken 2 years ago in East Sooke Park.

Tim and I decided, on the May long weekend in 2009, to hike the entire length of the Coast Trail. We had a wonderful time. Along the way I spied this lilac bush, blooming its heart out, in the middle of nowhere. It marks the site where a cabin once stood.

Yesterday, I went out and bought a lilac bush to place in our newly fenced yard. I don't know if deer eat lilacs, but it wouldn't surprise me if they did. So I'll keep it safe.

On another note, I'm so glad to see that Blogger is back. It got me to thinking. I have no way to contact some of the bloggers I consider friends, except through their blogs. I'm thinking that I should create a file of email addresses - just so I can contact them if Blogger decides to take a longer holiday. 

Crispy Chocolate Almond Pastries

On Saturday I had a hankering to try out this recipe I'd found on line awhile ago. It turned out well, although I will make some changes next time. This pastry, with crispy phyllo layers touched with butter and a crunchy nutty chocolate center - all topped with a dusting of icing sugar - simple and oh, so good.

A recipe is hardly needed. I melted 1/2 cup of dark chocolate chips and stirred in about 1/4 cup of slivered almonds. For each roll, I used one sheet of phyllo pastry, brushed with melted butter, then folded in half. A good tablespoon of chocolate was placed along the bottom center of the pastry, the sides folded in, more butter applied, then the pastry was rolled up, placed on a parchment lined baking sheet, brushed with more butter, and finally, baked at 350 degrees for about 15 minutes.

Dust with sifted icing sugar and serve while slightly warm.

Next time, I'll add some cream to the chocolate mixture to make more of a ganache. I found that the chocolate chips hardened fairly quickly. Adding some candied orange peel or candied ginger would add a little zip as well. And I'd toast the nuts. 

I'm linking to White Wednesday at Faded Charm. 

Weekend Potpourri

It was a lovely weekend. Skype calls from my daughters, pink roses from my husband, and a visit from the grandbaby and her parents. 

In between Saturday's rainstorms we wandered through the Fire and Ice Festival in Qualicum Beach. Ice sculptures created works of art from blocks of ice using power and hand tools. The Fire element came from the chili tasting. Three dollars bought a paper cup with a spoon and a tasting experience of up to 25 different chilis. I think I may have tried about 6 of them - all different, some spicy, some not. Lots of street entertainment filled the air with music. I took the photo of our son tying his wife's shoe in the street - such a sweet thing to do.

After the baby went to bed in the evening we played Mexican Train - from double zero to double 12s in spite of Tim's glances at the clock after every round. Sunday morning we went out for brunch. Adria wore the outfit I made for her at Eastertime. It's a little big, but she looks so adorable in pink (and any other color.)

The sun shone in the afternoon after they left for Victoria, so Tim and I went for a walk on the beach. Spring is definitely here to stay and we're hoping for summer's soon arrival.

I hope you all had a wonderful weekend, celebrating spring, Mother's Day, or just being alive. For more mosaics, please visit Mary at the Little Red House.

Happy Mother's Day

I love this photo of my mom and me. It was taken almost two years ago, at a concert we attended in Vienna. My mom is a beautiful woman, inside and out. I owe so much to her - I love to cook and sew because she taught me. Homemaking is something she excels at. My children used to joke that if I was cleaning the oven, Grandma must be coming. Not quite true, but almost.

My mom has a strong faith, is a peacemaker, prays for her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, loves her husband and is loved by us all.  

"Her children arise and call her blessed..."

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

It's been one of those weeks. A couple of major disappointments put me into a bit of a funk. On the positive side, I finished another course (the dreadful Political Science), and received some lovely mail two days in a row.

The fabric above is from Cloud 9, and I won it in a giveaway on Noodlehead's blog. Along with the fabric she included a download of her 241 Bag pattern. I hope to be making the bag soonish. The fabric is organic cotton and has a lovely feel to it. Thank you, Anna.

Yesterday this parcel arrived. French scent and soaps, oooh la la! The scent is Rose Eternelle and smells like the flowers from one of my rosebushes in our garden in Victoria. Sweet and light. Love it. This giveaway was hosted by Slavica from Seductively French. Thank you, Slavica.

And although the week has not been the best, I'm looking forward to the weekend. Our son and his wife are coming up (with the grandbaby, of course). So today I'm fluffing the house, shopping for groceries, and cooking - with a spritz of rose scent to make me feel elegant.

Kitchen Progress Report

This was the wall dividing the kitchen from the dining room - in February. A temporary plywood top, and note the ugly-to-me countertop.

Beginning of April. The wooden shelf is finished and nicely complements the floor and the stair railing. I love the way the light streams into this house.

And here is the new counter top. Tim finished it on Monday, and I'm so glad to be done with the green/orange stuff. Now I think all the green is banished. Not that I'm opposed to green, but the colors in the house were quite atrocious. This photo highlights the browns in the counter top, whereas the next photo highlights the grays. It's definitely more gray than brown. Amazing what light can do.

And a close-up of the counter top, where it meets the slide-in stove. Tim put a Corian edge on the counter and I like the way it finishes it off. Next, the tile backsplash. The materials should be in early next week. And after that, painting the cabinets - the last job. It's been a long project, but progress is definitely being made.

Playing with Clematis

I took some more photos of the clematis seen in my last post. Then I spent a happy hour playing with the color settings, the saturation and other options in Picasa. The original photo is the one at top left. 

Looking at photos on various blogs, I've noticed that many are filled with light. Tracy Ayton is one photographer who has a lot of white in many photos. Jill is another.

Then, I've recently noticed another trend, of more saturation and contrast, giving almost a "wandering on the Bronte moors" look to photos. Alicia does this beautifully. 

I'm a strictly amateur photographer. Someday, I'd like to take some courses, or spend some time studying all the wonderful tutorials on the Internet. People are so generous with their knowledge. In the meantime, I'll play with Picasa a little and enjoy my clematis.

How about you? Where do you learn about photography? 

Speaking of photography, Mary, the hostess of Mosaic Monday, is a superb photographer, and many of the blogs that link to the site are filled with equally wonderful photos. Click on over and take a look!