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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!

How do I Garden? Let me count the ways…

1.

I toss aside the gloves and trowel in favor of digging deep into the hot soil with my bare hands.  This is how I really know what I am dealing with, how I really know the earth and I are in relational agreement about growing things.

2.

I ignore the hanging rake for smoothing the garden squares by hand, for a loving touch, an encouraging pat will make the plot ever-so-much-more fruitful.

3.

I embrace square-foot-gardening and all Mel-the-Man-himself has taught me about French-intensive gardening and nice neat little squares (4 lettuce to a 12″ x 12″, or 9 bush beans or 1 pepper plant per sqaure – I know the rules!) yet I place the seeds into my “back forty” gardens in curves or circles if I feel like it and I am not afraid to tuck radishes under the shade of a zuchini or okra if I feel the need, either.

4.

I plant in straw bales when I want more space and I name plants after my granbebes to avoid neglect of the sweet vegetables.  I must show love for their namessakes!

5.

I am partial to purple Petunias, if Petunias must be planted (and they must for they live in glorious flair all summer long) becasue, oh my, on the hottest days, they are so sweet in the air.  Mmmmm… seriously pungent and delightful!

6.

I make lots of lists about which things need done first and then totally ignore them, guided instead by a meandering trip through my garden, what calls to me first, who needs my attention today?  Hello little moss roses.  Are you waiting for your summer quarters to be prepared?  Well, I think there could not be a better afternoon to get on that!  The pole beans?  They can soak a bit longer in their cup.  They’ll be fine.

7.

I show undeserved mercy to certain weeds because they tap good resources far below.  But when they infringe, well, it cannot be tolerated.  I smile back at the dandelions, bright and yellow and so eager, and they have yet to be able to explain to me how they were not better known as dande-lambs, so gentle are they…

8.

I garden with my whole heart, for what is ever even worth doing in life at all if it isn’t with one’s entire and whole heart?

9.

I garden for the love…The love of fresh food and a good reason to sweat, for the love of my family who will benefit.

10.

I garden for the joy…The joy of seeing a bare space become fruitful, for the first grilled baby zuchini, for the fresh vine-ripened tomato that will hit my tongue with such tangy force I’ll nealry faint with happiness.

11.

I garden for the cool of the day walks with my Creator.  I hear Him ask, “Jeanie, where are you?”  I always know He is not asking for Himself, for He knows right where to find me.  But He wants to make sure I know where I am. 

There is dirt under my nails.  Sunscreen irritates my eyes.  I am red-faced and sweaty and it is nearly heaven.  Nearly.  Empty pots gathered near trays of flora are beckoning.  We will get to the next 8637 ways I garden another time…

Tony Bennett on Having Fun!

Are you having any fun?

Safeway did an ad campaign with Tony Bennett’s rendition of “Are You Having Any Fun?” a few years ago and that is when I knew I loved his version best, though it is one of those old songs that have been recorded by lots of singers.  And besides it being a happy-day-making song, it asks a good question- better, I think, than questions about where you think you’ll be in 5 years and whether or not you feel on target to own everything you ever wanted to own or have accomplished everything on your bucket list.  It is simple: are you having any fun?

If you read me at all you know I am waaaaaaaaaay too serious and prone to melancholy and consider my glass-is-half-empty tendancies to simply be realistic expectations.  But as God has been revealing to me from His own Word how much he intended J O Y to play a part in our lives, well, I am on a quest for it.  It is treasure.  When I find it (which He lovingly allows over and again), I am renewed and restored and healed and strengthened, just like Father knew I would be.  Wow, He is good.  Yes, He is!

Mi Familia

You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them. ~Desmond Tutu

Our late March -to- mid June months are a crazy-filled 90 days of family birthdays and celebrations.  I mean, we see each other a-lot!  We have 3 kid birthdays and 6 adult birthdays, Mother’s Day, Easter, Father’s Day, school programs, craft days, Heaven Fest intensifying: all good stuff.  But it works because my kids are all so creative and thoughtful.  They choose to change up locales, houses or parks.  They theme things with kick-ball games or a New York-style food night.  The grandbebes might order a 3-tier cake for  one week and a stacked-donut volcano the next.  It keeps it interesting and creates an ebb and flow of good times and laughter and getting to watch my granbebes running madly through life, short legs carrying giant personalities.

I’m rich!

Is family life an efforrt?  You betcha.  You didn’t get to choose the family you’d get.  But you choose to stay a family.  You choose to do what it takes to love and build and be with the people God ordained to be in your life.  Love.  Family. Use it or lose it.  It is something I go after with intentionality.  It is what I have covenanted my life to. 

I don’t care how poor a man is; if he has family, he’s rich. ~Dan Wilcox and Thad Mumford, “Identity Crisis,” M*A*S*H   TV show

I assembled brief moments of my May days into a video as a reminder of where the joy came from.  It was a busy month.  It was a beautiful month.  The calendar was full, and my heart was enlarged with love and gratefulness.  You won’t see the times I cried or failed or maybe made some one feel bad or was tempted to take offense.  You won’t see my way- unrighteous moments or  hear my constant self-doubt or times of anxiousness.  Those things happened too.  It’s called life. 

So don’t mistake the fact that I am sharing the j-o-y for thinking I am just lucky and sailing through life unscathed.  Oh, I get scathed, baby! ;)  This also is not an attempt at painting pretty, but false pictures, either.  But it is a sliver of my chosen treasure, the blessed moments, the transcendant times in the Presence, May days and nights when joy was mine, a gift of favor from a loving, faithful God.  I can’t remember everything, so I have decided what I will remember – and these are some of those times of rejoicing and they are God and they are good.  And they are mine.

I guess it’s a “vlog”

The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck

What June will bring?

There will be birthday gatherings and putting up the pool (pool parties to come), lots of grass mowing (the mower is humming along as we speak!) and gardening and cooking for crowds (for 100 tomorrow night!).  Dappled sunlight and music by moonlight, summer and crickets’ song, kids squealing and sidewalk chalk and pots of pretty flowers.  A recital to benefit the exploited, fast-paced festival-planning days vs. lemonade as I swing on the patio times.  Father’s Day and Heaven Fest Sundays.  June will bring even extended family times as we jet to Chicago for Moslander-Family-Reunion (Ross-the-Boss, Mrs-Moss, and all-the-little-Landers…I am a “little Lander”).  June is shaping up to be lovely.  I will watch for the joy…and I’ll let you know where I find it!

Family is just accident…. They don’t mean to get on your nerves. They don’t even mean to be your family, they just are. ~Marsha Norman

Thank-You, LORD, for mine.

High Expectations

Guinivere: Hey, Nonna?

Me: Yes, sweetie-pie?

Guinivere: You know on my next birthday in July?  You know when I turn six?  I know what you can get me!

Me: What is that, sweet-pea?

Guinivere: An iPhone!  That’s what I really want!  An iPhone for my birthday!

Uh-huh.  Yes.  Stormie set the bar a little high in her present for Steph’s birthday, I am thinking! CLICK HERE

Meanwhile, Gavin who was playing Angry Birds on my iPod Touch chimed in, “Guini doesn’t really need an iPhone.  She’s only going to be 6, but tomorrow I will be 8.  You could give me this iPod, because that is about right.”  Hahaha.

We ate eggs and lots of candy and bananas while the grandkids were here for awhile this morning.  We also had a chocolate-milk party: Hershey’s syrup in cups of ice-cold milk (pretend frappuccinos).  Lot’s of stirring and some slurping.  My sink looks like this:

Is it bad that this does not bother me one bit – all the dishes?  In fact, I actually like it and think I will let it remain as a reminder of sweet freckle-faced kids who made lots of happy noise and dance here today.

It’s Grow Time!

Yes, there are other things, but come on – it is all about the tomatoes

Lemon cucumbers, sweet baby watermelons, cilantro, lemon basil, lemon cukes, spaghetti squash seedlings await their summer home placement.  Crackly little packages of bean seeds, okra and lettuces are anxious to surround the tomatoes, where they may all show proper deference.

Guini graduated from Kindergarten.

That gym was packed out!  Parents and grandparents and all sorts of interesting peeps filed in and filled every nook and cranny.  Guini, was, of course, the CUTEST one there!  She threw us smiles throughout the program and waved like a beauty queen from a Cadillac.  The parent organiztion had purchased actual little grad caps and gowns for this year and it was sweet.  She’s my flower girl.

   

There is our Guini, getting her certificate from the principal.

Hunter graduated from Kindergarten.

 Hunter’s mommy homeschooled him, but he was also in a Options, a homeschool support group where they offer lots of classes and support for parents one day a week.  I like what Tara said about the graduation ceremony:

I used to think graduating from kindergarten was ridiculous but now that I’m a teacher I think they should graduate every year! Hunter worked so hard this year and I worked so hard that it feels like a perfect way to seal up all that the year has been!!

Options had all the kids wear their bathrobes and slippers and their own designed grad caps.  It was soooooooo cute!  Hunter also won the Excellent Writer award, which, for obvious reasons makes his Poppa and Nonna pretty proud!

Gemma May turned 4.

      

We are doing pre-pre-school now, at least until closer to Heaven Fest and then we’ll pick up again in the fall.  But the girl already counts and sounds out words and knows her alphabet and can write her name and can tie her shoes.  So mostly, I think we will make crafts!

       

Meanwhile her parents picked a perfect day to throw her a little family soiree at Brighton’s old Benedict park.  It was mostly empty (until we got there, hehe) and there was basketball and bubbles, a crazy game of tag on the playset (watch out for Rocky and Ryan, little bebes) and dress-up and food, presents and superheroes. 

        

Gemma was just adorable gracious and exuberant about each and every gift.  She squealed and smiled and was unusually grateful and acknowledging for a tiny girl her age.

        

She and her mommy ordered the cake (my honor to make!): a 3-tier lemon poppyseed with fresh lemon curd filling with white chocolate hearts all around, one pink heart representing Gemma.  It’s funny, because this was a smaller cake, but it looks pretty massive.  Other cakes I do that are gargantuan don’t look as large in photos, so these pictures make me happy.  The   bottom tier was actually just a 2-layer 10″ cake, then a 2-layer 6″, finally a one-layer 3″ tomato can with some filling piped in (sort of a large muffin-size).  I used the very whipped and creamy lower-sugar Almond Butter-Creme icing, then just cut the hearts out and pushed them in a bit.  Kinda delicious, actually. And since it was such a lovely Sunday afternoon, no bugs, no intense heat, the cake held right up to the afternoon and looked pretty sweet at the party!

       

Love this family.  “God sets the lonely in families…”  Ps 68.6 NIV

        

Steph posted pictures of Gemma’s 4th birthday-party-at-the-park and Guini’s Kindergarten-graduation at her blog on maydae.com CLICK!  :)

       

Rocky is ridding his new yard of bad “xeriscaping!”

Green!  Grass!  Hard work!  Why did everybody in Colorado in the late 90s and beyond think they could save water and energy by dumping 18,000 tons of rock in their yards?  Xeriscaping does NOT equal rocks, people.  Geesh.  Let the mowing begin!

Gavin is officially a third-grader now!

  

The first of the grandbebes.  How is this possible?  He, who loves-loves-loves hard work (including helping people move and gardening and mowing and just all your basic slave-labor) just told me he plans to take the entire summer as a vacation from any sort of work.  He said this while helping his Uncle Rocky load a slide and BBQ grill onto the back of the pick-up truck in the hot sun.  Yeah.  I don’t think so.  But he is almost 8 and almost in 3rd grade so he is probably going to say all sorts of silly things now.

Heaven Fest fun is ramping up.

Had THE greatest leadership meeting Sunday night at The Ranch in Loveland.  I looked around at 75 people or so, many of whom I’ve yet to meet, and realized, “Our family is growing.”

I think most of the group made it in to the pic.  Can you say “indoor-air-conditioned stages”?  Oh yes!  Three of them!  8 stages, 100+ artists and bands.  Giving hundreds of thousands of dollars away.  Good times!  www.heavenfest.com

Tomatoes are being sunk deep, deep into the center of my garden squares, where they will happily make themselves at home and start producing lots of sweet, juicy red tomatoes – just for me! 

It’s grow time, baby!! 

Good Day Sunshine

Everything is soaking-wet-clean and all sparkly-shimmery this morning from an all-night rain with beautiful blue skies and bright sun overhead.  The slightest breeze blows gentle droplets into the bright-light air like a natural misting tent.  Happy birds vex Sandy-the-dog and the carnations, heavy with with moisture, are perfuming the sunny morning.

I need to laugh, and when the sun is out

I’ve got something I can laugh about

I feel good, in a special way

I’m in love and it’s a sunny day

Today Guini has Kindergarten graduation.  Can’t wait to surprise her with balloons and flowers.  And?  It’s a “cake day,” which means something different for me than other people.  Today I will begin work on Gemma May’s 3-tier lemon-poppy-seed cake (to be filled with lemon-curd creme) for her 4th birthday.  Though her actual birthday is Monday, we shall celebrate on Sunday at the park.  Plus, tomorrow is Stephanie’s 29th birthday and also, according to Harold Camping, rapture and judgement day – which is really going to stink if I get good and going on this cake and then it goes to waste.

Had an amazing deluxe pedicure and session with a reflexologist last night with my 3rd Thursday buds, followed by the Steak-Gorgonzola-Alfredo at The Olive Garden last night.  On the way home a radio station played 3 Beetles songs in a row and my feet still feel like dancing this morning at the thought of it.

1 The heavens declare the glory of God;
   the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
2 Day after day they pour forth speech;
   night after night they reveal knowledge.
PSALM 19 NIV

Plus Dave said Averi called me last night just to talk while I was gone.  That is a good message to get!  Can’t wait to see my little Averi-kins and all the granbebes this weekend!  I was born for this.

La decorateurs~

It’s Wednesday morning.  Time to play school!

Guini and Gemma May have decided my home needs refreshed.  I think so, too.  It needs so much re-done I don’t even have the energy.  But I asked  their opinion anyway.

 

Guini color-formed the whole United States of America!

Let’s start in the kitchen.  What color should the walls be?

Guini: Pink!  Let’s paint the walls pink!  And then get purple curtains.
Me:  Purple curtains?
Guini:  Yes.  It will be pretty.
Gemma May (who has been sipping her hot cocoa and dipping her buttered toast into it): I am going to paint this whole counter yellow.
Guini: That would look good.  Then, let’s paint the table green – just like the coffee table!  Then it will look all nice.

These are definitely women after my own heart.

 

A little hot cocoa accident for Gemma meant wrapping up until her clothes were washed and dried.  Meanwhile, let’s play some matching games!

Dreary outside.  Lovely in.

When I was a Child…

When I was a child, I thought Miracle Whip was the way to go.  But now that I have become a woman, I know Hellman’s Real Mayonnaise is heaven on a sandwich.  Especially a tomato sandwich, with kosher salt and fresh ground black pepper.  O yeah, baby.

I also saw things, when I was a child {situations, memories, people, past wounds and relationships}, without understanding and the wisdom of years.  Some things now, I have to ask God to help me see as redeemed and as He saw it, from His vantage point.  Like a grown-up.  And because of love.

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.   1 Corinthians 13.11 NIV

I wasn’t a big tomato fan as a kid, either.  See?  Maturity does help.

Do not try this at home

I found a memory I had recorded a few years ago for posterity in a folder of recipes.  Thought I’d share it here.  And though when I originally wrote it I entitled it “Tupperware and the New Bride,” I think now I will call it

Who on earth would even want to try a recipe called “Shrimp-Macaroni Casserole?”  That would have been me, I guess.

My co-workers at Bible College and a few friends threw a “Tupperware” shower for me before dad and I married [note: I was writing this for the kids].  That meant that the Tupperware lady would come and display her wares and everyone would order something for me from her.

I don’t really remember anyone asking me what I wanted.  And I don’t really remember wanting anything in particular. My mom had been the queen of re-using bread bags and cottage cheese containers before there was ever even a green-movement.  So I had not grown up dreaming of the Tupperware that would grace my kitchen cabinets one day.  Not at all.

Luckily, my friends and co-workers knew just what I “had to have,” and excitedly began scouring the catalogs and items on display at the shower.  I witnessed great exuberance over matching sets of plastic storage containers, and crispers and pie-rolling mats and lids that “burped” the air out before sealing.  Much enthusiasm to be sure.

Everything I got was the late seventies brown or avocado green or harvest gold.  But it was nice.  The lettuce crisper wasn’t the savior I thought it would be (you do eventually have to make sure you don’t leave it in there for weeks on end) and the huge yellow mixing bowl with lid was soon pitted with hot popcorn kernels.

As a “hostess” gift from the Tupperware lady, I received a Tupperware cookbook.

30th Anniversary Edition, published in 1981 Tupperware’s Homemade is Better cookbook

As a new bride, I decided to try one of the recipes they had.

Now, growing up in the Moslander household, you really pretty much doubled, tripled, or quadrupled every recipe when you made it.

I was already struggling to rein it in for dad, Tara and me, because I couldn’t quit doubling recipes.  There was always tons of everything I made (150 homemade meatballs, pounds and pounds of noodles for, in theory,  just one spaghetti dinner, etc).

The Moslander auto-double+ Tupperware’s HomeMade is Better cookbook

Now – take my doubling obsession and mix it with a Tupperware cookbook and you’ve got trouble.  For what I failed to understand was that the Tupperware people were trying to get you to believe you needed more Tupperware so the recipes in the books were already made to fix and then divide and then store in your handy dandy Tupperware for 3-5 future meals.  That would have been a good thing to understand.  I did not.

So one day, I wanted to find a new and really special recipe for our little family.  In the cookbook, I found something, a casserole utilizing ingredients I loved: macaroni, Corn Chex and cooked shrimp.  I could imagine a wondrous and delightful meal.  I decided to double it, naturally, because if it were really good, we’d want leftovers, and I could just tell we would.

Well – may I just say I could have catered a party for 50 with that much of the cereal, macaroni and shrimp conglomeration?  I don’t know if we had a loaves and fishes miracle happening or what? But the more we ate that stuff, the more there was left in our small fridge.  Dad ate it, graciously.  He, who prefers Rice Chex, can take or leave anything with “macaroni” in the title and doesn’t like shrimp unless it is generously breaded and deep fried beyond the recognition that is was once a living sea-creature – he ate it.  And he ate it the next day.  Maybe the next even…?

I discerned immediately – that if I was going to be cooking like that – I did not have enough Tupperware.  I think we may have actually used every storage bowl and a few old bread bags to boot.  Of course, I actually loved it and ate it for breakfast and lunch, too.  After a couple of days, dad asked me, “Do you think it’s still safe to eat this?  I mean it is seafood and I don’t know how long it will be good.”  He was gentle and very honoring.  Sadly, I watched him scrape it into the trash.

“Next time,” I thought, “I’ll only make one recipe.”  There has never been a next time.

written 9.22.07

PS – Just in case you’re curious, I decided to look up the old recipe.  And OOPS.  It was supposed to be Rice Chex.  I guess I used Corn Chex because I love them and was trying to sway Dave.  That may have made all the difference.  Haha. Or not.

Shrimp-Macaroni Casserole

2 7 1/4 oz. packages of macaroni and cheese dinner mixes
1 1/2 c milk
3 10 3/4 oz. cans of condensed cream of chicken soup
1 16 oz. package frozen cooked shelled shrimp
1 1/2 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1 1/2 cups Rice Chex, crushed

Prepare macaroni and cheese according to package directions, except substitute the 1 1/2 cups of milk for the total amounts called for.  Stir in the shrimp and soup, Worcestershire sauce and pepper.

To bake immediately, turn one-third of the mixture into a one-quart casserole.  Bake uncovered, in 350-degree oven for 30 minutes.  Stir.  Sprinkle with 1/2 cup crushed Rice Chex.  Bake 10 minutes more.

To freeze and bake later, divide remaining two-thirds of the mixture between the Seal-n-Serve Set.  Apply seals, label and freeze.  Immerse sealed container in warm water for about 3-5 minutes, just till mixture is thawed enough to remove from container.  Invert into a one-quart casserole.  Cover and bake in a 400-degree oven for 40 minutes; stir to spread mixture evenly in casserole.  Bake, covered, for 30 minutes.  Uncover and stir.  Sprinkle 1/2 cup crushed Rice Chex atop casserole.  Bake 10 minutes more.

Makes 3 casseroles, 4 servings each.

This recipe exhausts me just reading it.  Thank goodness the common folk could start to afford microwaves in the 80s.

So, um…I actually might try this again, for fun, and I think now, after all these years, I would definitely double it again, but probably quadruple the shrimp.  And the Corn Chex?  Stays!  Dave won’t eat it anyway.

Wet

In one rainy, wet, sparkly-dropped 24-hour downfall, we may actually make up for the nearly-draught conditions we have been heading towards.  Everything looks green and clean and fresh. 

 

google images.  My backyard looks just like this, but Dave took the camera with him to Estes Park, where they have about 4-8″ of snow falling!  I’ll take the rain!

And wet.

It’s Grow Time

I am in zone 5b.

At least that is what the National Gardening Association tells me.  That pretty much just means I should wait until Mother’s Day to plant petunias and tomatoes and other warm-weather plants. 

What???  It is time already?  I am behind…

Home Depot commercial

Some people get verklempt over Hallmark commercials.  I loved a recent Home Depot commercial that said this:

“Let’s plant a weekend, water it and watch a summer spring up!”

YES!  Let’s!

Got Stormie started with some stock and petunias and herbs and lettuce a few weeks back…

Now, where can I get myself an available weekend?