Autumn · beloved · Chill December · Green day · kitchen rhymes

Romance can blossom any old time


Love knows no season, love knows no climb,

Romance can blossom any old time,

Here in the open, we’re walking and hoping,

Together…

Sleigh bells ring are you listening?

In the lane snow is glistening,

A beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight,

Walking in a winter wonderland…

Wednesday evening Joe took the train in from the city and met me after work. We walked through downtown Beverly and did some shopping at a few little shops and then we went to the Depot restaurant which is right on the train tracks. We sat at a little table next to the huge fireplace. The mantle was decorated for Christmas with colour full trees and little lights, old fashioned Christmas music was playing, and every so often we heard the train bells ringing and watched it go down the tracks in the snow. It was so romantic!

Saturday evening we celebrated my mum’s 85th birthday. We had planned to take her out to eat but it was terribly rainy and windy out and she said she would rather stay in. So, we ordered take-away and I popped out to buy a cake.

Our house is finished being renovated! The final touch is a plaque they added stating the year the house was built and who it was built for. I did look him up on Google and he led quite an interesting life. Living here in old town Marblehead is like living in the midst of history.

Sunday was Abigail’s (my granddaughter) first birthday party! I think she was watching her older brother sing Happy birthday to her when I took this photo. While she loved all the singing and partying the cake wasn’t her thing. She stayed as clean as a little lady because she didn’t eat any cake at all.

Her older brother, however, in his Little sister protection squad t-shirt, ate all of the cookie Santa Clause’s off the top of the cake.

A little snow fell on Tuesday. It was just enough to dust everything with white and look pretty.


Friday fave fives

Autumn · Dull November · kitchen rhymes

Bittersweet


Once I was a girl

I would sit under a certain tree

To puzzle out my troubles

I am a woman now

There is grey in my hair that I do not wish to wash away

I hardly remember the girl who was born back then

Once I thought I could chase happiness

As if it were a destination I could arrive at

But sorrow found me

Lit a raging blaze within me

And created a bond as strong as an oak

beams of light in the forest scream down from above

I have learned to look past the blue-grey lichen covered branches

To wait for the silence in the clearings

And dance with both sorrow and joy as my partners.


The Sunday Whirl

Autumn · home · kitchen rhymes · mermaid cafe · purple day

Simple moments of grace


Friday evening there was to be stuffed acorn squash…I put the squash in a baking pan with a little water and sat down to wait for it…The low light of an early November evening called to me however…So I ended up adding some sweet sausage to the pan and we had a simple and delicious dinner. I had forgotten how delicious acorn squash is as it stands alone without all the brown sugar, cinnamon and whatever else ends up in it.

Saturday afternoon I lunched upon the leftovers with a cup of tea.

We have but one window in the living room of our wee cozy apartment and the windowed back door just opposite it. Through that window shines the most beautiful light~ morning, afternoon, and evening. I’m forever pausing as I pass by because it looks so pretty.

I think it is the simple things that make a house a home. It’s not always granite countertops or whatever the shabby chic/farmhouse/coastal living trend of the day is. Sometimes it’s just a ray of light shining on the eucalyptus.

Monday: veggie soup, fresh bread, salad

Tuesday: zucchini tacos

Wednesday: one pot fettuccini, mushroom and artichokes

Thursday: crockpot Salisbury steak, green beans, egg noodles

Friday: Autumn harvest salad with pomegranate, roast pork


Home and garden Thursday

Make it pretty monday

A wise woman builds her home

Menu plan Monday

Modest Monday

Autumn · home · kitchen rhymes

Aunt Mamie‚Äôs Pumpkin bread


My mum had two sisters. My mother has the best sense of humor, and my Aunt Carol is the best home-maker. My Aunt Mamie had the best heart though…and though I would like to be as funny as my mother or as good a baker as my Aunt Carol, I identify most with my Mamie and that makes me very happy.

I should say that this isn’t really my aunt Mamie’s recipe. I used my Aunt Carol’s recipe for years until I found this one. And it tastes better. So…I call it my aunt Mamie’s pumpkin bread and give her the one up for once in her life.

I wish I could go back and really talk with her again. She was so filled with love.

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Pre-heat the oven to 350 degrees and grease a 9×5 loaf pan.

Cream the butter and sugar then beat in the eggs, pumpkin, and water, till smooth.

Sift the flour, soda, powder, spices and salt. Beat the dry ingredients into the pumpkin mixture.

Stir the walnuts and raisins into the batter.

Place in greased bread pan and bake for approximately one hour at 350 degrees.

1/3 cup butter, softened

1 1/3 cup sugar

2 eggs

1 cup cooked, mashed pumpkin or squash (canned)

1/4 cup water

1 2/3 cup flour

1/4 tsp. Baking powder

1 tsp. Baking soda

3/4 tsp. Nutmeg

1/2 tsp cinnamon

1/2 tsp. Cloves

3/4 tsp salt

1/2 cup raisins

1/2 cup chopped walnuts