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It's almost blackberry picking time. Yum.
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where a crazy quilt of a life is being stitched together with the help of heaven
It's almost blackberry picking time. Yum.
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A church for your Sunday.
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If this had skylights, I think I could be quite happy to live here.
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Thank you to qusic for this great example of one way to use fabric charm packs. (Click on the picture for more about this photographer.)
My mother made this every birthday morning. I passed the tradition down to my children. Now they, if they wish, can pass it down to theirs.
Birthday Breakfast Cake
Grease a 9x9 inch cake pan. Heat oven to 350 degrees.
Beat together:
1 egg
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup milk
2 tablespoons cooking oil
In another bowl, combine:
1 cup flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons baking powder
Add wet ingredients to dry. Pour into baking pan.
Combine:
1/4 cup brown sugar (firmly pressed into measuring cup)
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 tablespoon flour
1 tablespoon softened butter
Sprinkle brown sugar mixture on top of cake batter in pan.
Bake 25 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.
Serve warm.
(And serve something with protein in it alongside. You need to watch your blood sugar even on birthdays.
[Listen to your mother.])
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We learned on our walk today that squirrels climb to the top of Douglas Fir trees this time of year and throw pine cones down to the ground. We had to run down the tree-lined sidewalk bent over with our arms covering our heads, for a bit.
Funny squirrels. (Glad it wasn't coconuts.)
Isn't this latest quilt from Stitchindye just beautiful? (You can link to her flickr quilt pictures on the right sidebar under Quilts of True Artists. Her lovely blog is here.) Very inspiring!
This looks like a scene from my teenage years.
I was blessed, wasn't I?
(Thanks, Mom and Dad.)
Here is an old family recipe.
Step One:
Empty into a small saucepan
1 can stewed tomatoes
1 can kidney beans
Step Two:
Heat to simmering.
Step Three:
Serve with a dollop of sour cream (for K), or not (for me).
Step Four:
Be surprised by how yummy this is.
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Nice church, what? And the adjacent cottage quite loverly, too.
I came upon this while looking for something else, and I thought it was worth sharing. Pretty, huh?
Someone else's window box. ( I think I will show this to my gardener husband.)
Click on this picture to see a lot more California prettiness. (Thank you Linda Yvonne.)
Another charmer from Tumbleweed Tiny House Company.
One of my favorite things about living where I do now.
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I think that this is adorable. Could this be my attainable mortgage-free dream house? (It is a tiny 297 square feet, plus a loft.)
See more like this at Tumbleweed Tiny House Company.
Click on the picture for more from*Susie* the photographer. ( Aren't we grateful to have found her?)
( Thank you to Steel Steve. Click on the picture forhis flickr page.)
Thank you to *Susie* for this pretty picture of a coastguard cottage. (Click on the photo to see her flickr page.)
Gordon B. Hinckley commented:
I have enjoyed these words of Jenkins Lloyd Jones, which I clipped from the newspaper some years ago. Said he:.... "Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he has been robbed.
"Most putts don't drop. Most beef is tough. Most children grow up to be just people. Most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration.
Most jobs are more often dull than otherwise.... "Life is like an old-time rail journey - delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed.
"The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.'"
("Big Rock Candy Mountains," Deseret News, 12 June 1973, A4; as cited in Ensign, March 1997, p. 60.)