What We Needed

 Hello Friends

It's been a while.

Truth be told, I had a post written and never posted it.

It didn't feel right.

I know, how very queer of me.

I've not only not written here, but have not written anything.

I usually have a story I'm working on in the background somewhere.

I've felt ragged, I s'poze.

We've been very busy at work and with the garden

and with life and with. . . . 

An example:

This weekend is Father's Day,

Hubby's Birthday & his twin brother's birthday,

and my dad's birthday,

and two graduates (from the same school),

and a wedding.

I don't really consider myself a social person ~

yeah, go ahead and laugh.

We had intended on going camping last weekend

even though we knew there would be many others since

it was Memorial Day weekend, but life happened.

So Hubby suggested we go this past weekend.

May I just say,

three days out of service in the woods

was exactly what we needed.

It was perfect weather.

We had plenty to eat.

And there were very few vehicles at all - maybe half dozen all weekend.

So each day we woke up,

drank our coffee and went for walks.

Hubby went for longer walks.

I took stitching and would stitch then go for a walk,

then go back to stitching, then another walk.

And what might we find on these walks?

Well, let me show you.

I don't even care for mushrooms, but Hubby loves them.

I think total we found about 15-18 lbs.

I do like looking for them.

They would emerge right in camp.

It was amazing.

In case you are wondering, morels, calf brains, chanterelles, and a couple oysters.

Made it home Sunday about lunch time & got busy.

Hubby smoked one batch, and we kept some for fresh,

but the rest went on the dehydrator.

Monday morning, I put the smoked ones on the little dehydrator.

For your reference:

About 5 lbs. of mushrooms fits in a quart jar.

That was a bit of a shocker.

Now we are back at it but with the lingering scent of the fir trees

in our lungs and the sound of the morning birds still in our heads.

It's like fueling up the car.

We can go for a few more miles now.

Wishing you all the peace that nature brings.

 

Somewhere In The Middle

 It's such an odd time of year, isn't it?

We might have snow one day and sunny skies the next.

With that,

one day we want stew and the next something lighter and fresher.

I have actually enjoyed this winter for the most part.

I still am on those blustery days.

I am also planting seeds and enjoying watching them sprout.

Like those little seeds bursting to life,

I feel like the house is going to burst.

I think those winter projects come out into the living space

and take up room.

They can make the house feel cluttered.

Please tell me it's not just me (cringe).

(Still working on my Forever Quilt)

I've begun the spring cleaning.

Before you shoot, remember this is me.

By the time I get one spot clean, two more are in need.

It does feel good to know that it was done though.

Even if it doesn't last.

I'm not sure if it's the knowing it has been cleaned

or the sense of accomplishment at having done it,

but either way it's good.

On the rare days we have had warm skies,

I try to get out and do some small thing.

It's surprising what a difference they make.

Last weekend, I trimmed up the thyme plant.

I also got one small bed leveled out where the spuds will go.

Then pelt, pelt, pelt. . .

icy rain pellets were being lodged from the clouds

and the wind came along to rile things up.

All said, I was forced back inside.

I tried again yesterday.

I went out to prepare some more trays for planting seeds.

As I was out there,

Mother Nature began snarling and growling and huffing and puffing.

I did get the trays readied, but then went in once more.

The good news in that is that my kitchen is cleaned.

The dining table however, is strewn with seed packets,

calendars, almanac and the like.

The Mini-greenhouse is now in the house - oy!

It used to kinda bother me to have it in the house.

Now, for whatever reason, it doesn't bother me.

I remember that it is temporary and once I am knee deep 

in preserving the harvest, I will miss the days of new green sprouts.

(Cherry Tomato sprouted after 2-3 days!)

I am trying to reign it in this year.

Yeah, I probably say that every year.

I think I only planted 18 tomatoes rather than 82.

So you see, I'm getting better.

(It's okay to laugh.)

There are some specialty herbs I want to try again.

Last year, I struggled getting things going.

The herbs seemed to be the least hardy.

Well, that just means I should try again right?

But it's early yet.

And as tempting as it is to want to rush the season,

it will be gone all too soon.

It's easy to appreciate that springtime sunshine,

but we can also appreciate those growls and grumbles

that come from the sky.

They give us the opportunity to wrap up those indoor projects

and get ready for the upcoming outdoor season. 

Whatever your day holds,

I hope it is a good day and that you are enjoying it

to its fullest.

Saunters Creek Christmas

 

(Source)

    The wind was biting as he trudged through the knee high snow.  It was a light snow so shouldn't have been difficult but with the wind the way was difficult and keeping to the road was a challenge.  But he persisted.  This type of storm comes around every couple years so it wasn't a rarity, but this year it moved in on Christmas Eve. 

    Cyrus Rolston was what we today would call a peddler.  He was a tinsmith and usually had a small cart pulled by his mule Kip.  Why you could hear him comin' a mile away.  The tinker's cart some called it.  It sounded like a tumbling of thin metal tripping all over its own feet.  This trip was different.  Cyrus was without his cart or Kip.  Knowing the road back into Saunter Creek was treacherous even when dry, he decided to leave them in spare shed building at the Wilkins place until he made it back.  Instead, he slung a pack bag crossed over his shoulder and headed out shortly after daybreak.  He figured he'd have just enough time by foot before cold and dark took their command.   

    He'd not have gone at all if it weren't for the kindly letter he'd received from Cora.  The Bartons had never been one of his better stops in the way of business, but they were always so grateful and genuine, he enjoyed the visit even if it didn't bring the profits of other stops.  This year Cora had written ahead explaining that Myron had been ill.  She was hoping for a special tobacco tin for him for Christmas in hopes to raise his spirit some.  She'd not asked for anything for herself or the children though each year, she would contemplate a certain size cooking pot with particular interest, and those youngins would all be wide eyed and full of questions about the various toys.  He had thought twice about making the trip even with the letter.  He'd had a good year and had been held up by a rock slide near Ruckle Junction.  It took the men a solid week to have it passable by foot, but it was three days more before he could get through with his cart.  But there was something about Cora's letter that nagged at him until he'd resolved to go.  He'd put some wares in a hessian sack and set out.  He wondered at his own sanity as he pushed against the wind and tucked his chin down into his coat and muffler.  He knew he wasn't making very good time and tried not to think about his lack of options.  There were no other homes this far out. And if he stopped moving, he would freeze.  As long as he kept moving, he'd be alright and so he did through the entirety of the day.  

    He was able to stick to the road well enough for the most part as the embankment rose up to the right and the creek though frozen was to his left and was edged primarily of large rocks.  He held out lighting his lantern as long as possible until the last of the daylight was seemingly blown out, and the time finally came that it was too dark and shadows couldn't even be seen.  If there was any light from the moon, the snow and wind used everything in their power to block it.  If he didn't push on faster than he was, he wouldn't make it.  Turning his back to the wind, he kneeled right where he was and pulled the tail of his coat down in back and his sack up to the front of his side creating as much of a barrier from the wind as possible.  His fingers were numb, but he reached his hand into his coat holding it there for a moment to warm against his chest.  Then he pulled out a small pouch of three matchsticks and a scratching stone.   With the lantern sitting on his leg close to his body, he tried to strike the match.  His fingers fumbled and he nearly lost it.  Then he remembered something.  His father had an odd way of holding a match when he struck it with the firing end near the palm of his hand.  Using both hands, he positioned the match in his frozen fingers so not to drop it.  He struck it again.  This time it did fire, but the wind took charge and blew it out as fast as it was lit.  Cyrus again reached for the small pouch.  This time he got the match in his fingers to strike it but held everything closer to his body and the stone near the wick of his lamp.  He struck the match.  It flamed and caught the wick and he quickly shut the glass almost dropping the lamp and scratching stone.  He rolled the little pouch with the last match and his stone and placed it back in his coat.  He gathered himself with an internal sigh of relief.  He stood again pushing his sack back and turned once more into the wind.  As he did, the biting wind burned his face where his muffler had fallen.  Fixing its position at once, he leaned forward and continued on his way.  It's a funny thing what goes through a man's mind when he's alone in a storm like this, he thought.  For he feared not to perish but began trying to calculate how many steps per mile he might be making, knowing he was not in regular stride.  And he began counting his steps in attempt to determine how much farther he had yet to travel, but with no measure of distance, all his figuring was in vain. 

    At times he stumbled loosing count then starting over so to distract himself from the coldness he felt in his numbing limbs.  Still holding the lamp close though it did little good there was comfort in its flame.  He imagined he felt the heat from the inferior torch for his eyes were closed for most of his strides.  As he pushed his right leg forward, both his foot and his arm hit something.  He instinctively turned to the left thinking it was the embankment he'd run into.  But wait, he stopped.  He'd encountered no ditch nor stones at the edge as he had earlier.  He turned back and reached out.  It was the barn.  He thanked Heaven as he began slowly moving along to the left, brushing his left hand up and down following it by his right hand holding the lantern, looking and feeling for the door latch.  The barn seemed like it was made of solid walls as he'd come off the road and approached it at the side wall, but at last he felt it.  He lifted the latch and as he entered, he could have sworn he heard voices come to a halt.  It was his ears ringing from the wind, he marveled.  Then as the light of the lantern made its way into the barn, he saw just as his grandpap had described when he was but a child, the animals were kneeling and rose as he entered.  Feeling both blessed and ashamed to have interrupted.  He stood both frozen and in awe.  He uttered lowly something about forgiveness, but it didn't really matter.  He wasn't certain how long he stood there his mind reveling with what he'd seen, wondering if it was real or if he was even really there.  Had he indeed stopped to rest and was perhaps dreaming?  He wasn't sure.  It was the noise of the tin that woke him from his stupor.  The animals looked when it shifted and clanked.  Cyrus blinked then blinked several more times trying to rid his lashes of the ice that had built on them as he'd walked, rubbing them with the back of this mitted hand.  It wasn't a dream.  The absence of the wind in the shelter of the barn created a sense of warmth.  He wouldn't try making it to the house tonight for according to what he'd just seen, it was midnight.  The family would be asleep and the storm had only increased in strength.  There was no guarantee he would make it without the creek and the cliff to keep him in the right direction.  He made his way up the ladder to the hay loft, removed his sack and arranged himself in the warmth and softness of the hay.  He put out the light and was quickly satisfying his exhaustion with sleep.  He slept deep and fast for it seemed scarcely more than a minute had lapsed when he was roused by the movement of the animals below.  It was barely light, but he could see well enough without his lamp and wouldn't risk lighting it in a hay loft on any account.  Gathering his things, "Those beasts," he thought then descending the ladder, "act as if nothing had happened."  He knew better and knew why he'd decided to make the trip.  He wasted no time making his way to the door.  Looking in the direction of the house, he could see the smoke rising.  Good, at least Cora is awake.  That will be perfect.  The storm had calmed.  It was still snowing but the wind had blown itself out but for a sharp breeze.

    It wasn't easy, but he could determine his target and seemed to have an energy that warmed his heart.  Once he made it to the door, he threw out all the formalities of knocking.  He opened the door with a boisterous "Happy Christmas."  Cora jumped as she was setting the coffee on the stove.  He heard shuffling from behind the wall and above the ceiling.  Cora was in tears and Myron wore a pleased expression on his thin face as he entered the room.  And in a blink there were little bodies shimmying down from the loft all busy with excitement.  Well Cyrus indeed took advantage of the situation stating Santa was having some trouble getting around in the storm.  So he'd offered to help him out.  Let's see here, not waiting for an invitation, he began pulling things from his satchel: a toy wagon, a miniature teapot with two miniature tin cups, a pinwheel for the baby, a spinning top, then out came a perfect sized pot.  Cora had regained the ability to speak since he entered but now only made a high pitched cry resembling the word, "Oh."  Myron had found a spot on the corner of the bench and watched with admiration as Cora ran her hand around the inside of the pot as she finally found voice enough to say, "Thank you."  

    The children were buzzing and talking over one another with glee still garbed in their night shirts.  The lot of them were in a kind of merry frenzy.  Cyrus stopped his jovial manner and held up the bag and stepped towards Cora.  She looked at him wide eyed.

    "There's one more gift, but I think Mrs. Barton should share it."

    She wasn't sure what to think.  In the excitement, she'd forgotten her request made long ago.  She took the bag and pulled out a beautifully embossed tobacco box.  All were watching her now.  Cyrus moved back while Cora stepped towards Myron.  

    "Happy Christmas," she held it out towards him.  Myron looked surprised.  

    "Me?" and he took it and opened it to see the cedarwood interior.  "It's perfect."  He looked at Cora and the kids then to Cyrus.  "How on earth did you get here this morning?"  

His heart was filled with gratitude and curiosity.  With that Cyrus burst out with a jolly laugh and inquired after the coffee.  Cora quickly obliged and began pouring the hot nourishment that was by this time ready then set to work on the biscuits.  

    It was nearly a week before the weather broke to the point that Cyrus dared the journey back to town.  But before he left, he made sure to tell the children the story of the animals talking and kneeling at midnight on Christmas Eve just as he'd heard it so many years prior.

The One I Owe You

 Hi All!

Hope this finds you all warm and well.

I've been amiss lately.

Honestly, I've been enjoying winter.

It's been quiet for the most part.

I like quiet.

(Heading Over the Mountain)

For the past several years, I've posted either a Christmas poem or story.

Well, this year I didn't quite get it finished in time.

Then, in January I finished it and didn't get it typed into the computer.

When I write, I write with a pen and paper then type it

from what I have written.

I realize that's old-fashioned.

Does that surprise you?

My brain works better with a pen and paper than with a screen.

(Blueberry Scones)

That said, I did finally get it all typed up, but then

it being so late debated whether I should post it at all.

I know we are beyond the Christmas season,

but I'm still going to post it.

We need the goodness of Christmas as much now as we did 2 months ago.

So that story will follow this post directly.

(Our latest addition.)

As far as what other things have entertained us,

we've had a couple special visits from out of area friends and family.

Those visits are what memories are made of and are treasures

in our hearts.

Also, I am still posting videos and will attach a couple below if you are interested

in money saving tips and ideas.

So in the spirit of Christmas yet still!

Glad Tidings to you and yours.

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Spare Moments

 Wow!

That could be the whole post summed up in one word.

The holidays came and went and another New Year is upon us.

I must be getting old, because the years seem to be getting shorter.

To share all the gory details of what my days have been comprised

would likely have you nodding off in no time.

But as the temperatures have dropped, 

so too have the activities.

(My "Quilt in a Day" aka Forever Quilt)

I find it's a perfect time to focus on those little needling tasks

that lurk in the corners and jump out and remind us of their presence

when we least desire it.

And with that I will share~

I have about 30 years worth of photos that were 

proudly

innocently

annoyingly

yes, that is the right word

adorning the spare room bed.

They have haunted me for some time.

Long - oh, mini-series style long story short,

I have been working on them.

I am through my second album.

Next, I will get our wedding pictures in an album.

Have I mentioned, I am not a scrapbooker?

It's so not my thing.

Something else I like to do this time of year

is what I refer to as cleaning to the corners.

Well, "like" might not be exactly the right word.

But it really is a good time to get some of those tasks

taken care of that get neglected the rest of the year.

Oooor is that just me?

(Getting Our Tree)

The decorations are down.

Most of the pine needles are vacuumed up.

There are always some strays aren't there?

Now we can settle in with our new books we received for Christmas

and enjoy the long evenings.

My phone has some annoying settings somewhere I am not privy to

which means what I do is anonymous or entirely blocked.

So I have found that lately I've not been "online" as much.

I like it.

I try to remember what it was like before we were all so

supposedly connected.

While there are many folks and sites that I really like,

I seem to be calmer when I disconnect a little more.

(Thrift store box that just needed conditioning.)

I have found a few spare and much needed moments to pick up my needle and continue on those projects that were set down in the spring when the garden demanded attention.

(Needle-turned applique)

Some folks like to grumble about having to stay home

or not being able to do this or that,

but I find it the perfect season for replenishing the soul

or hibernation as I like to call it.

I've never minded being alone and actually need it at times.

I do love my husband and family and friends,

but there is a filtering within that can only be done in solitude.

It is a season like all the others.

Just because it doesn't parade around with bells and whistles

like some of the other seasons

doesn't render it less important.

So take up a cup of your favorite warm beverage,

find a piece of reading or your needle or widdlin' knife

and find a quiet place.

You might be surprised at what your soul has to share.

Keep well and keep warm dear friends.

Do You Have the Giddies Yet?

 Now there's a title for you.

As of writing this, there are 27 days until Christmas.

I always enjoy Christmas,

but I am a bit more ready for it this year for some reason.

I know that sounds silly.

Well, maybe it is.

I am not one to deck the place out in lights

in Graceland fashion.

I am more a "let's add some greens over here" sorta decorator.

It's really about the feeling of the season.

Folks are generally kinder.

Although I've seen far fewer shoppers this year so far,

there is still a sweetness to the season.

We have had temperatures in the 20s and low 30s,

but Thursday, the possibility bureau is predicting a chance of snow.

I wanted to build a snow lantern last year, 

but I had to work the one time when we had the right kind of snow.

Yes for you southerners,

there are different kinds of snow.

Also, if you don't know what a snow lantern is,

here let me show you.

Doesn't it look simply magical?

There is still an autumn wreath hanging on our front door.

This weekend, the transformation will take place

and the Christmas sign will be hung.

I've already had my hand in the jar of candy-canes.

Oops!

I wasn't supposed to admit that (heehee).

I realize all this seems silly,

but the reason we celebrate is for All Knowing Love.

If we can share some joy and glad tidings,

shouldn't we do so?

Now, I ask you . . . 

Are you giddy yet?

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A Special Gift and A Special Find

 I am just going to say it right out the gate:

I dun got spoiled 😊

As some of you know, 

we have a metal fabrication shop.

I am the only one without a Y chromosome

that I work with.

One of our contractors we work with

is a craftsman with wood as we are with metal.

I was out of the office last Friday.

Hubby was off on a job site so only one of our guys was there.

When Hubby got back to the shop,

he called me to tell me I had a surprise.

I had no clue what he meant.

He said someone really likes me.

I told him I'm mean that nobody likes me 😉 

Well, the fella who does amazing cabinetry

had stopped in with this.

Before your imagination gets going,

he is married and has a family and is a good family guy.

We had invited them to our annual cidering gathering.

You can see our process here.

It's grown to a little event for several families to gather

at our place for some wholesome autumnal fun.

I have yet to use the board, but I will.

I've had to simply admire it for a while before using it.

I love when quality meets up with beauty.

And as if that weren't enough to feel special.

This weekend, Hubby saw that there was an estate sale

and asked if I'd like to go check it out.

Sure!  I need nothing, but sure (heehee).

So we went.

We didn't get much, because like I said,

we don't really need anything, but. . . 

We came home with this little darling.

(Please excuse the mess - garage is a disaster right now)

Isn't she a gem?

Made in 1923 so it's currently a centennial.

It's a 3 burner kerosene cook stove.

I am so excited to use it, I can hardly contain myself.

We are working on getting it cleaned up first.

I will primarily use it for canning out in the summer kitchen

or if the power goes out.

We no longer have a wood stove so I've missed having a back up to electric other than the BBQ.

I'm also excited to use it for canning, because

often electric isn't a consistent heat.

I will have to "play" with it of course,

but once I get it worked out, it should be great.

I'm not usually a materialistic sorta gal,

but I'm feeling pretty spoiled at the moment.

Maybe a new handbag or diamonds do that 

for some ladies, 

but I'll take a cutting board and old cook stove any day!

Just got to thinking.

Do you think maybe food is a priority for me?

Go ahead and roll your eyes or laugh.

It's all good.

I know I'm not normal 😜

 

On the docket for this weekend is dipping candles.

I showed that here.

I am either using my last one or have one more pair.

Either way, I'm due.

October is the perfect month for dipping candles

as the wax hardens quickly (without freezing)

after being dipped.

It's a slow methodic process that brings me peace.

And with all that,

I welcome autumn, the dance of golden leaves,

and the crisp nights that remind us

a new calendar will soon be called for.

I hope you enjoy today for the blessings it bestows.

Have a beautiful week dear friends. 

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~Remnants of a Bygone Era~

 Hello dear friends~

I recognize there has been a pause here.

It has been wild and crazy as of late.

It is harvest season if you weren't aware :-)

Here that means kitchen work after work,

piles of produce staring at me from every direction,

hissing canners, humming dehydrators, and endless dishes.

I evidently went a little overboard this year planting

so now we have a bounty 

of tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers and beans.

Actually, I only planted 1 (that's singular) cucumber plant

and have received over 100 cucumbers, and it's still producing!

Needless to say by the time I sit in the evening,

I am whooped.

Last weekend, I had to go pick up something from my folks

who live about 1/2 hour away.

I decided to take a back road 

and ended up stopping at an estate sale.

I found treasures.

William & Cassie 

There were a few shelves of books 

which always draw me to flip through the pages.

Well, I found a few gems from the later part of the 1800's.

They have seen better days, but were family books.

It makes me sad that such things are sold out of the family 

to which they belonged for the past 100-150 years.

Cassie shown above was the grandmother

of the woman who's estate was being sold.

Here, let me share~

Some of the books belonged to this baby's younger brother

who was the father of the woman who passed.

Cassie's book from when she was 10 years old.

This book was from Cassie's father, the great grandfather of the woman who passed.  I can't believe her children didn't want it!

I love that this one has a coarsely handmade fabric cover.

Through the address and the correlating obituary,

I was able to find a short lineage of the family

which I have printed off and will keep with the books.

At least if they are sold off at my estate,

there will be some account of where they came from.

Also among the wares for sale

were these beautiful whites.

(I have not washed or pressed them yet 

as I want to take my time and be careful with them.)

It probably sounds silly to some of you,

but I love the tattered apron.

I imagine it began as the "good" apron

then got demoted with age but perhaps

had sentimental value since it was kept and handed down.

I don't mean for this to be a sorrowful post,

but if you have family mementos,

I would like to suggest that perhaps you go through them now

while you have options.

Talk with family members and find out who might be interested

in protecting the family heirlooms.

Also valuable would be to add a little hand written note

as to the memory of it and its origin.

I sure do appreciate the quality of olden items

and the stories of the hands that held them,

but I can't be a museum for them all.

This might seem a little odd for a blog,

but I would love to hear (read) if you have a special

family item and the memory that accompanies it.

I think those who ponder through this post

might also enjoy reading it.

~Blessings~

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