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Follow as we walk along the trail, tapping maples, making syrup and discovering what else walks along the trail with us. I spend my time raising kids, gathering eggs, cutting wood, scoping out trees for tapping, making syrup in the last days of winter, watching my garden NOT grow in the summer, writing, wishing that there were more hours on the clock for sleeping. Saturday, August 17, 2013. Who had I tricked lately that would want to pay me back? .
Tales of a slightly stressed Mother! Life after 40 with 4 children, God, and a usually patient husband. When I grew up in London as a child I very rarely saw animals unless we went on a school trip or to the zoo. Other than cats or dogs of course. When I got married and came to live in Wales it took a little adjusting seeing cattle out on the hills all day.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015. Yes I have had some moments with you,. Yes I have got drenched with you. But then I had to let you go,. Now after an year we meet again,. And it looks as though we should stroll this lane. Oh Baby lets get into our killer spree,.
Here you will find recipes past down from generations before me and quite a few new ones I have found along the way. When possible I will add a story that goes along with them. Friday, July 29, 2011. If I can make something from scratch I make it! This is just the way I am, it saves money and I get some satisfaction from figuring out how to make for myself something that the manufacturers think only they can make and charge us too much for.
These are my thoughts on various inconsequences like being a stay-at-home mom, a military wife, the meaning of life and everything else in between. Sunday, September 25, 2011. Surprised many of its users, including myself. Imagine my horror when I saw the ticker at the right of Facebook. And what is so wrong w.
This space is my scribbling block. Saturday, March 20, 2010. An extension to the post below. Like red earth and pouring rain. With dark skies of starless nights. As blankets, too thin. But then, she rose. Like a bride in gold. For whom you left me. Back in school, I wish I had done better than just memorize these verses for marks and medals.