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I love to garden. I love to eat. I love to enjoy the seasons. And home is where my heart is!

Open Window.

4 Home & Garden/Food & Seasons, 5 Songs I am Singing, Stuff I Actually Think

Yes it is Saturday.

And yes, I am working.

But a spring day in Colorado?  Oh, my.  Like no where I have ever lived.  It is cool, breezy and sunny.  I have flung open the window and am singing to one of my YouTube playlists.*  and my brain is happily intoxicated by the fluttering of the Aspen leaves and the birds singing along with me.

 

Spring-green leaves dancing happily.  I just focus in and…Life.

*Totally had to resist singing along while I was taping because, yes, it turns out Todd Rundgren is totally my perfect vocal range.  Haha.

The rush

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Busy.  No stop-and-smell-the-roses time.  Activity swirling.  Good things.  Fun things.  Flurries of excitement.  Outbursts of thankfulness.  But, battles, too.  Violence against my heart by the enemy of my soul.  Picking up what got shattered, fully aware I possess nothing that can fix it.  Guarding the heart, o, guarding the heart.  Lord, cover me, here, when so much is at stake, when despair comes near.  Cover me.

One quick trip to the garden after a night rain.  I pull a weed that has dared to become a squatter, surely believing I won’t be around anytime soon.

Breaking the surface releases instant joy.  I smell earth.  I inhale the black, rich scent of the slightly moist soil and recklessly plunge my hand into that from whence I came.  I breathe it deeply for a second and linger for one more, my eyes closed with the sun warming the top of my very being.  I have to leave.  I have a meeting. The urgency that is propelling me, it suddenly becomes clear, will fade away.  The time I spend with my Life in the garden must increase.  I have found my place.  Deep breath.

I am merely dust.  I know my kind.  It is where I belong.

google image  But it looks a lot like what happened yesterday.

Note to self:  The garden.  Again.  Where He always meets me.  How could I forget?

The great and fearful day of the cake

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It’s a cake kind of day.

ruffly cake

Trepidation.  Fear and trembling.  You know: your basic I-don’t-really-know-what-the-heck-I-am-doing-but-I-will-try-it-anyway-knowing-the-party-is-an-hour-or-two-away-and-if-it-doesn’t-work-out-the-whole-thing-is-RUINED kind of day.  I roll like that.

Today is Amelie Belle’s party.  Because she is 2 now.  She is a cutie-patootie and her Nonna loves her.  So, she is getting (not sure if it was her actual request or just her mama’s, hehe) a 2-tier pale-pink ruffle cake with a bow on top.

pink ruffle cake

Bottom tier: triple-layered chocolate fudge cake with with chocolate fudge filling.  Yes, you can see some chocolate peeking through.  Because I hurry.

Top tier: double-layered lemon-poppy-seed with some very delish fresh lemon curd for filling.

pink ruffly cake

The ruffle technique.  First time try.  Whole cake covered: 7 minutes.  Nice, fast way to go!

The cake stand, btw, is a ice cream dish and a plate, both from The Dollar Tree, glued together.  Pale blue pain inside the upside-down ice cream dish.    Needs a touch-up, but simple and quick.

Remember Me // e.e.cummings

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“in time of daffodils (who know

the goal of living is to grow)

forgetting why, remember how)

in time of lilacs who proclaim

the aim of waking is to dream,

remember so (forgetting seem)

in time of roses (who amaze

our now and here with paradise)

forgetting if, remember yes

 

in time of all sweet things beyond

whatever mind may comprehend,

remember seek (forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be

(when time from time shall set us free)

forgetting me, remember me”

e.e. cummings

Emma Uber Photography

{Emma Uber, image above}

Other images, google.

Those little tricksters

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Every year.  It is the same.  They come around with their little boxes of temptation.  When there is no cash in the house you can breathe a tentative sigh of relief…at least that time.  But they’ll try again.  And again.

A knock at the door.  O-no thanks, we don’t really need any.  But o my aren’t you just so cute and it is so cold out there and you are learning to be a good and caring citizen and can probably win a reward if we buy some and…O – wait!  Are those Thin Mints??? BAM!  They get us again.

Can’t resist the Thin Mints.

Those Girl Scouts, I’ll tell ya.