Oldest clothes on, stocking cap
She gardens, and time stands still.
Surrounding humanity moves on, racing.
Calling out from the porch,
She turns at the sound of my voice.
Her own personal Eden.
The glory shines around her.
I'm a mountain girl at heart. I've grown up near them, and love their steadyness and continuity. But there comes a time when the seashore calls your heart--a little. And it seems that, so far, it's only called me to one spot in particular: Cumberland Island. It's a bit of Eden on the Atlantic with coastal forest combined with the seashore.
Becca and I have tried to make it a tradition to go there every year around Christmas break, and this year, for the first time, we'll be camping with just us two. The plan is to camp for two days, then go back to civilization for a bit before heading home. the only thing I'm really gonna miss is Ben and Sharon... the last time we were there camping, they were there too. But, then, that was the trip of the imfamous boat troubles--and the late afternoon kayak sprees--(grin). And that hardly compares to the first year, with our tent-pole troubles, and Sharon's and my rolling luggage. The lady-Ranger loved us, though. I think she thought we were plucky. And I have to say, we were.
We'll leave the mountains for the rest of the year.
Christmas is for the coast.
From almost a year ago.
That's the reason I needed a digital camera... eek.
But here's some hilights:
First: the entry about the trip.
Now: Some pictures:
I'm not sure I can really claim this as my recipe-- because it's a pretty familiar theme.
But, seeing as Daddy liked it last night, I figured it was post-worthy....
For 3 People:
4 pork chops
Salt and pepper
Montreal Chicken Seasoning, by McCormick
2 1/2 tablespoons olive oil
again, salt and pepper to taste
1/2 c. white wine
1/4 c. apple juice/cider
Heat 2 pans: one, a saute pan; the other, a heavy-bottomed frying pan (preferably cast iron.. )
Place 1 T. oil in the saute pan, and 1 1/2 T. in the frying/cast iron pan.
Sprinkle salt, pepper, and Montreal seasonings on pork chops and rub in the mixture.
Cut apples and onions into thin slices. Sprinkle with salt, pepper, and Montreal seasoning, drop into the saute pan, and begin sauteing.
Meanwhile, check to see if frying pan is searing temperature (a splash of water should evaporate in 2 seconds). When the pan is ready, place pork chops in pan, leaving, undisturbed, for 3-4 minutes. Then, turn to the other side, and do the same. Pork chops will not be fully cooked.
Once finished searing chops, remove them from pan, keeping the temperature high. Pour the wine into the pan, and scape the bottom of the pan to "deglaze" it. Place chops back into the pan, along with the apple-onion mixture.
Cook, covered for 5-10 minutes, until wine is almost fully evaporated. Then, pour apple cider over chops, and cook for 2-3 more minutes.
Serve with mashed potatoes, homemade bread--whatever...
God Bless y'all...
Saturday, I started out with just a coupla goals:
"You've never seen the kitchen?!"
This is what my conversation with Heather sounded like as I made bread and she cleaned.
It's a sort-of routine we have; to talk while we're doing stuff on occasional Saturday mornings...
And then, we both discovered she'd not been to my house in over 4 1/2 years.
Not since before the kitchen was remodeled.
Good Grief! What marriage will do to a girl!
(Lol--I'm just kidding!! Don't get up-in-arms, anyone!)
But, for her benefit, I decided to upload some pics of my mom's kitchen to my photosite:
There, Heather; your very own virtual tour!
As promised from the forums...
(which I've just rediscovered is an awesome place.)
Began at 12:00 AM, with my mother, grading papers.
Because grades were due in by 3:00 PM, 10/12.
(I'm not exactly known for my anti-procrastination. Ahem.)
She gave me a surprise, because she was sad nothing else was gonna be. Isn't she the sweetest?
I went to the eyedoctor today. I hadn't been in two years.
I went because the left hinge of my current frames is on its last legs. And I figured I'd better find out if my perscription's changed before I go and spend another $300-$400 on a new pair.
If you know the history of my eyes, or you've tried on my glasses (usually that's a dizzying experience for most peeps), you know this:
I'm farsighted in one eye; nearsighted in the other--and those two factors really wouldn't make a difference except that I've got pretty bad astigmatism in both. It's worse in my right eye.
And I hardly ever go to the doctor without a change in perscription... especially if it's been--like--two years.
Praise the Lord.
My perscription's been steady for three years now!
I know it's small--but I'm so thankful.
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| Lenora --|
A person who laughs at anything (even this entry)
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At least that's what my countdown says.
I started this year with such high expectations. And overall, it's going well. But that doesn't help that:
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Posted by Marie at 9:49 AM
Anyone who knows me pretty well knows how much I love my siblings' children... And since I've got a new one to dote on, it's picture time!
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...what you would have done. Setting: 6th Grade ELA classroom, public school USA.
Studying Latin and Greek roots.
Root of the moment: archy = government example words: matriarch / patriarch.
And I'm relating it to my students' lives by discussing who rules their homes.
A little boy in the back of the room politely raises his hand, his expression serious. "My daddy--he told me that the Bible says women aren't supposed to rule their families.
Men are supposed to rule the family." "Yup, Christian, that's what the Bible says."
I seem to do the majority of cooking on Saturday morn, and this recipe is no exception...
One reason I keep posting recipes is because it's an easy way to keep up with them....
Marie's Cherry Nut Dump Cake
1 20-oz can crushed pineapple, partially drained
1 15-oz can cherries in heavy syrup
1 box Butter Pecan cake mix
1 stick (1/2 c.) butter, sliced into small sections
1/2 c. diced nuts or nutty struesel (I used some leftover crust from an almond cheesecake...)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Spray down a pyrex or metal 13x9 pan. In pan, mix together pineapple and cherries. Layer cake mix on top. Layer nuts or struesel on top of that. Place slices of butter on top, covering the surface of the "cake".
Bake for 45-50 minutes.
This turns out a bit like a fruit buckle. It's incredibly easy when you have to bring in something at the last minute!
I've been checking out some of the blogs Sharon has connected to her site. And while I enjoy most of them, (well, really all of them) there's something that I don't enjoy. And that is a critical spirit towards my profession. That is, my profession for now. I don't plan on doing this forever; that was never part of the plan. I believe with all my heart that a woman's place is at home. But when faced with reality, we do what we must until dreams can be lived.
One reason I even became a teacher was for the purpose of educating my own children. I have no qualms with the fact parents wish to educate their own; I myself will do that one day. And I will do it with all my heart. However, even when I am no longer in the classroom, I hope I never slight the job--or the battlefront--I've had. It bugs me to hear homeschooling parents belittle the public education system. Or rather, not the system itself--everyone knows that's corrupt and twisted (NCLB and AYP are perfect examples). But belittling teachers for the work they do gets under my skin. The people who put in 70 and 80-hour work weeks in order to educate the students under their care deserve credit. And what these wonderful, homeschooling parents don't realize is this: while they have a choice on whom they educate, we don't. We educate them all, problems and all. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
One great commentary on this subject is this article.
For those of you not involved in the public education system, this may sound wierd. I know the feeling--I've been there. I never started out to be a public school teacher, but now that I'm here, I'm doing my best. And I'm doing my best to let my students see Christ through me. That, ultimately, is my prayer--"Lord, may my students see Christ today."
God Bless you.
Forgiveness is the wind-blown bud
which blooms in placid beauty at Verdun.
Forgiveness is the tiny slate-gray sparrow
which has built its nest of twigs and string
among the shards of glass upon
the wall of shame.
Forgiveness is the child who
laughs in merry ecstasy
beneath the toothed fence that
closes in Da Nang.
Forgiveness is the fragrance of the violet
which still clings fast to the
heel that crushed it.
Forgiveness is the broken dream
which hides itself within the corner of the mind
oft called forgetfulness so that
it will not bring pain to the dreamer.
Forgiveness is the reed
which stands up straight and green
when nature's mighty rampage halts, full spent.
Forgiveness is a God who will not leave us
after all we've done.
by George Roemisch
And now's just as good as any!
I now (finally!) have wireless at home. (Yipeee!)
It's late--and the sistas are together.
Eating cereal--and various sundry things--and about to practice. For the CD.
That we haven't really worked on--yet.
We're recording for the next few days. Then, I'm headed to Mexico and Tucson.
In the meantime I want to finish a skirt, and make a dress. I donno if it's gonna get done.
Hmm-- I doubt it, but It'll be fun trying!
I'm feeling bereft.
Alysa left from Hartsfield Jackson this morning. I didn't cry 'til she left.
We had such a good time. The only complaint I have is that I didn't have enough time with her. I mean, I did--but--only really a day in SC, at home. And that just didn't seem long enough.
But--what we did do was tremendous fun!
Sunday night, we made it in for the preaching--but not the song service--at my church. The service was great. Afterwards, we went over to Bro. Chris and Sis. Debora's house to hang out with some of the brothers and sisters--a great time of fun and felowship. And it was Aly's proper introduction to southern greeens ('cause Sis. Mary can cook them like nobody's business!)--and BlueBell icecream--and--I'm not sure what else.
We went to Isaqueena Falls on Monday, on the way to Atlanta (or, maybe we should say we took a detour. It wasn't exactly--on the way-- ...
...But it was too pretty
Aly got to go behind the falls--which is a fun, slippy, slimy kinda journey--but great fun!
Hahaha--Aly--what'er you doin'?
The other end of the falls--that we didn't go to, because we weren't dressed to get completely muddy... or wet...
We'd thought we wanted to go onto Atlanta--but a pit-stop at home was in order.
First order of business: Whole Foods. We thought we might also go to Ikea--but we didn't make it past here.
I think Aly's in love with this store...
(But then, so am I...)
Then: the crazy, but delish Italian place in Midtown: Pasta da Pulchinella
Then, to Ben and Sharon's, where we talked, sang, and played on our laptops. See Sharon's latest about that--lol!
We managed to stay up 'till 3:30. Then we crashed.
We were up, (pretty) early this morn--to take Aly to the airport.
I miss you, girl.
You're truly one of a kind.
Your dedication to the Lord, and to your friends, is beautiful to see and experience.
May you be blessed wherever you go.
For even though we all want you to return--soon...
We know one day there will be a great reunion, where friends will never have to say goodbye.
I'm looking for that day.
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Now is the time for all good people to talk about their trip...
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