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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!

PDQ!

Little chocolate nuggets of wonderfulness.

Some of my friend’s moms always kept Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup around for making chocolate milk or for pouring over ice cream.  My cousins always had huge cans of Nestle’s Quick Chocolate powder for the same.  But in our house?  It was PDQ.  Oh yes it was.  Mmmmmm….

My mom always made sure there was a jar in the cupboard.  There was chocolate milk yes.  But sometimes I just snacked on a spoonful of the crunchy yumminess (usually when no one was looking).  Then the ice cream – oh, how can I describe it?  It made a Blizzard before there were blizzards.  First you’d scoop a spoonful of the creamy frozen dessert and the PDQ granules and crunch them to the point of dissolving in your mouth.  It was chewable ice cream!  Later as the granules began to melt, you’d quickly stir the PDQ into it making your very own chocolate soft-serve delight.

Funny how you can suddenly remember something from so far back – something that was once so common you didn’t think about it ever not being there.  But PDQ is no more, except in my chocolate-flavored-granules heart….sigh.

Just the Way You Are

 

 

Got to hang with cousins Hunter and Averi recently, which was lovely.

     

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And Rocky sang to Jovan for her birthday.

A Bruno Mars song.  She loved it.  His mommy may even have cried a little at the romance of such sweetness.  Isn’t it nice when we can love someone just the way they are (even if we’d tweek them a little here or there if it were up to us??}?  And isn’t it glorious beyond comprehension when some one loves us that way???

And my little Kelley-sisters-grandbebes visited

 

Under the canopy of yellow-leafed Aspens just beyond the patio.  We use Christmas lights in trees even in summer for magical nights under blue-blue skies.

And this is a SNEAK PEEK at some Rhoades family fun we had at the farm this weekend.  More to come!

 

Tristan + Mozart + Arnold + Hills that are Alive = {what country?}

Tristan went to Austria to play drums for a missions worship team recently.

Austria has chocolate and really good pastry (and tafelspitz, and germkenodel). and is where Arnold Schwarzenegger came from.  Julie Andrews made their hills famous as she twirled and sang.  Lots o’ composers were from this little nation (Mozart, Beethoven, Strauss, Brahms and more).  It is mainly Catholic, but mostly in a traditional, religious way.  And it is a great mission field.

 

Tris and the worship team take on the castle.

Got to see pictures and hear his experience last night.  The missionaries throw country music into the worship set list because people are drawn to that.  A little Keith Urban here, a little Brad Paisley there.  But they did not “get” Brad’s song, “I’m Gonna Miss Her,” about a guy whose wife gives him  an ultimatum.  They thought they were misunderstanding the translation and asked, “Why would a man choose fishing over his wife?”  Perplexed, they were.  

 

And it turns out they are NOT fans of “The Sound of Music.”  Tris said they find it campy and believe it paints them in a bad light, to which my husband speculated sarcastically, “You mean because they sided with the Germans?!”    Never-mind him, Tris.  You went.  You played.  You ministered!

And everytime one of Tristan’s photos did show some beautiful hills, it was hard for me not to break into song.  They did get that right!

 

I doubt this Austrian street drummer knew he was no match for our Tristan.  Ahem.

When my kids go, I stay and pray.  My honor to do so, to share my kiddos with the nations!  And  Tristan is wonderful.  He brought us Mozart’s Balls (chocolate truffles, people) from the land of “singing hills” and coffee, too.  Yum! 

  

Stormie got baking chocolate.  Mmmm…what loveliness awaits us this holiday season, I wonder?  NOTE:  Careers with McDonalds are available there, it seems.

Wanna hear some awesome Holy-Spirit-anointed drumming by Tristan Kelley?  Right HERE!  Click on “Freedom” (also down-loadable) for 34 minutes of his playing with scriptures on the topic read by Pastor Lewis Brown and Lewis Brown Junior (Proxy).  Very cool!

In other family-missionary travels news…

Mary Jean just returned from 6 weeks Scotland, England, Estonia, and Norway~

That woman travels and teaches!  AND she brought me ART!  A signed and numbered piece called Heart Garden in a series of paintings about the heart (from Proverbs 4.23)…isn’t it beautiful?   There is actually so much to look at in all the details!

Check out the website by clicking here!  You’ll find English translations by scrolling on down.

Sweeeeeeeeeet November

How does November smell?

Spicy, like cinnamon.

 

How does November look?

Golden, like autumn squash.

 

How does November sound?

Crunchy, as you shuffle through the leaves.

 

What color is November?

November is Topaz, a multi-faceted golden, orangy, yellowish amber Topaz.

 

What is November’s mood?

Lovely, filled with gratefulness and love; chock full of thanksgiving.

 

What is the texture of November?  Does it feel like something?

Yes.  It feels like a chenille throw, soft and fuzzy, warm and cozy, by firelight.  Naturally.

 

How does November taste?

Sweet.  Like the purest honey.  Sweet is November.

 

Remember the movie called “Sweet November” ?

Overall, pretty lame, as Keanu {so very cute, but seemingly pretty empty-ish and not much good at dramatic parts), plus the melodramatic storyline will most usually end up (did you recall hoiw much hope I had for “A Walk in the Clouds”?   *sigh…).  Anyhow, rather unsatisfactory and weird story, but a few interesting quotes I am fond of and the title is nice! ;p

Nelson:  Why a month?    Sara:  Because it’s long enough to be meaningful, but short enough to stay out of trouble.

Nelson:  Try to be wrong once in awhile.  It’d do my ego good.

Sara:  You’re my immortality, Nelson.

Sara:  Nelson, do you want to be my November?    Nelson:  Yes.

Nelson:  November is all I know, and all I ever want to know.

Nelson:   This is it.  Life will never be better or sweeter than this.

 

If only the movie had been as lovely as these lines…FYI:  A really really great movie to see each November is “Pieces of April”   starring Katie Holmes.  It is a sweet Thanksgiving movie (thank-you Rob and Carol Ann for introducing me to it!).

PICTURED:  The K-kids – Gavin, Guinivere and Gemma; and Hunter-Magoo!

 

Fallen

The boundary lines have fallen for me

in pleasant places;

surely I have a delightful inheritance. 

Psalm 16.6 NIV

  

Recent guests:  Tredessa and sawyer, Amelie as a strawberry (her mommy made this!) and Nacho Libre himself!

Perfect Autumn

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”  ~George Eliot (I found this quote on an in-flight magazine a year ago, October)

Could this year have been any more perfect?  No early freak snow blizzards that swoop in for one day, freeze and knock our leaves to the ground and then disappear into 70-degree days again.  We have had perfectly lovely, crisp evenings and mornings, orangey-pumpkin,  warm sunny days covered in Downy-blue skies.  And all the color we could ever imagine.  Perfect 2010 autumn!

   

Yep, that is Tara – the gift!  Guini at Anderson Farms in the Pumpkin Patch.  A Chia-Baby came for a visit.

 

My highly creative and talented daughter, Stephanie, made these costumes for the little K-Kids

Delicious October

  

 

Birthday cakes and pies, cinnamon rolls and breads (banana, zucchini and pumpkin for a start – not to mention those highly-dangerous bread bowls, Stef/delish!!)).  Parties and suppers, soups and projects galore.  Rustling leaves and children’s clattering about.  Squeaking swings and the dog chasing the neighbor’s cat.  Twilight falling earlier, the afternoon shadows growing longe. lowerr.  Scented candles make the house smell wondrous. Grandbebe visits make life worthwhile!

   

Stormie and Dessa at the world’s biggest corn maze, Stormie hiding (swiped from her blog, www.maydae.com)

Sweet November

And now?  Will November be so sweet?  Well, just yesterday I found 2 spagetti squashes hidden away and one Sweet-Baby Watermelon.  Surprise!, they cried out!  Unexpected guests can be just delightful, at times. 

   

Averi and Amelie modeling things from their mommy’s Etsy Shop

Almost half of the leaves have fallen with the remaining leaves-on-trees changing color while I watch…just before they shed their summer clothes and slip out of them into their November-nakedness.  By Thanksgiving, bare branches will sway and make way for lighted evergreens to explode into their glory days.

 

Today is my cousin, Diana’s, birthday, which I always remember!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DIANA!

So far?  So sweet!

Lists to Live By

There are a whole slew of books that have been compiled by Alice Gray in the Lists to Live By series and I adore them.  Just open them up and flip randomly through and you will find a list you needed – right that very second.  They come from other books and essays, magazine articles and sources and are compiled, apparently, by some one who recognizes the value of a list as much as I do.

A List for the remainder of October:

  1. Make soup, lots of it.  A minimum of two types…maybe three…{the “traditional: Oct 31st soup for the Rhoades fam, broccoli-cheese; some chili for a night that will probably be chilly; and perhaps with the kiddos in mind – macaroni and cheese soup!}
  2. Have kids and other people over for a big soup supper.
  3. Have all the cute little children dress up and go begging for candy from the neighbors.
  4. Raid their bags for the really good stuff like chocolate, test for “safeness”.  Tell them how bad the candy is for their teeth. 
  5. Make Dave rake leaves. ;p

    

Dave (who drew it freehand – yes, he is talented) helped Stephanie paint a giant cardboard “Great Pumpkin” display for Guini’s classroom at school, then got some cute front yard shots under their autumn-blazing tree.  Gavin left, all three kids next; Gunivere and Gemma May  (to see larger images, click on thumbnails and then click on photo again – oddly complicated, I know)

Steph chaperoned 150 kindergartners to Anderson Farms…including the Guini-Girl

I Loathe, Despise and Abominate Halloween – But not for the reason you’re thinking!

Yes. I do.  I  h a t e  it.  This is my nearly-2000-word {highly-opinionated} essay (w/no pictures) on WHY~

I don’t hate little kids, all cute and dressed up coming to my door with an open bag.  That actually requires a lot of trust in this day and age and I look at it as a chance to bless the little children, a chance to be a nice neighbor.  Trick-or-treating does not bother me, really, because the kids (young kids only, please – you kids that are old enough to work – go buy your own dang candy) are just excited to get to wear a costume and eat more candy than they should.  I hate, literally loath, despise and abominate Halloween, but maybe for reasons different than you’d imagine…

The Horror of Retail {mwa, mwa, mwa….}

For 5 years I ran a retail party store.  Halloween was the BIG ONE.  It drove our sales for the year and I had to be number one (I just HAD TO!…and was!!, ok – strike that last prideful statement), so can you imagine my deep loathing for both milking-Halloween-for-all-it-was-worth for the money we could rake in and just hating the symbols that have come to represent it all?  I set everything and worked my head off (can you say 90+ hours a week during the evil-season??) to sell to people who would purchase useless styro-headstones, “bloody” goblets and giant fuzzy spiders.  Fog machines were the biggest rip-off and anything witchy-skeletony-or-ghoulish you could add double-D batteries to so it would light up or make some horrific noise were big sellers.

And then there were the costumes.  We sold all those crappy costumes plus face paint and fake blood, stitches, etc.

And people would FILL those carts and spend hundreds of dollars.  I both loved racking up the sales AND I disrespected seeing people waste that much money on something like Halloween, a “holiday” that really celebrates nothing that means eternal anything to me.

The worst part though?  The company “encouraged” (read: forced) us to “dress up” – the whole month of October!  It is fun for like, three days.  The other 28, not so much.   I have been a nun, a gypsy, a bunch of grapes.  There were platinum blond wigs, Cleopatra headdresses and hot pink beehives.  I was never “evil,” just dressed, all the while managing a hopping Halloween staff, chasing shoplifters, receiving Christmas and trying to make that transition as fast as humanly possible and just gritting my green-hick-farmer teeth to get through.

Suffice it to say I had more Halloween than I ever wanted and enough to last 37 people a lifetime.  Yuck.

The Great Halloween Debate

And to top it off, I have spent almost a lifetime in the middle of the great Halloween debate: Is it OK for Christians to Participate?? OR Is it an evil-pagan holiday dedicated to devil-worship that we should avoid at all costs?  I gotta tell you, I DO wish to avoid it all costs, but not for spiritual reasons, necessarily because the devil doesn’t own my days – not any of them.  Dare I say I think it falls under the Romans 14 directive for disputable matters?…I do.  Let the stoning begin…

Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so!

This year my home church decided not to have the Halloween alternative they usually have.  And nobody knows quite what to do.

When I was growing up (in my very Christian, very strict Pentecostal preacher’s home), our parents let us trick-or-treat.  In retrospect, that seems crazy.  I couldn’t cut my hair, wear make-up or listen to the radio, at least “legally”, but I got to trick-or-treat.  Strange.  The church hadn’t been super-sensitized to the meanings and origins of the day back then.  They still really thought it was just kids dressing up and getting lots of candy.  And even after it became a “test of righteousness” in Christian circles, the churches my dad pastored still usually offered an alternative like a “Harvest Fest” with fall activities and the kiddos dressing up.  I remember church bulletins reminding everyone that no “ghosts, ghouls or goblins” were allowed to attend, but costumes were welcomed.

Dave’s family was an absolutely-not Halloween family.  I was from the use-the-opportunity-to-witness stream.  My earliest memories are of my mom explaining to me that I had to do a “trick” to get a “treat,” and wow, was I ever willing!  My trick was always to sing a song of some sort and since we didn’t do secular music, my song always had something to do with Jesus.  The first year I could sing it all, I did – at every. single. house.     “…for the Bible tells me so.”  Deep breath, the person tries to give me candy, I whip my bag away from them , my mom reminds me, and whale on, “Yes, Jesus loves me!  Yes, Jesus loves me!…”  They were prisoners to the end.  But I would not take that candy until I had witnessed of the Lord’s love the full way through.

Pagan Roots

It seems H’ween has its roots in pagan Celtic festivals, the Druids dancing around bonfires and offering sacrifices to the spirit world for the harvest.  So actually – having a church “Harvest Festival” is not an improvement on Halloween, necessarily.  During the ancient pagan fetsival,  Candy Corn would begin to fall from the sky, just kidding…just checking to see if you are still reading.  ;p  Haha.

In the 8th century, the Pope moved All Saint’s Day to November 1, so October 31st became “All Hallows Eve” and most people think he did it to claim the 31st back for Christians, which frankly, I applaud.  What I bind on earth is bound both here and in heaven.  We do have some authority in Jesus’ Name, people!

I digress.

So, then there is a biblical scripture-storm that erupts annually against having any part.  One of the scriptures often cited is Ephesians 5.7-12 NLT:

7 Don’t participate in the things these people do. 8 For once you were full of darkness, but now you have light from the Lord. So live as people of light! 9 For this light within you produces only what is good and right and true.

10 Carefully determine what pleases the Lord. 11 Take no part in the worthless deeds of evil and darkness; instead, expose them. 12 It is shameful even to talk about the things that ungodly people do in secret.

Or, there is Deuteronomy 18.10-12 NLT

10 For example, never sacrifice your son or daughter as a burnt offering.  And do not let your people practice fortune-telling, or use sorcery, or interpret omens, or engage in witchcraft, 11 or cast spells, or function as mediums or psychics, or call forth the spirits of the dead. 12 Anyone who does these things is detestable to the Lord. It is because the other nations have done these detestable things that the Lord your God will drive them out ahead of you.

And there are lots of other verses that are used to promote total abstinence from any type of Halloween participation.  And they are important scriptures with definite guidelines for what we should and shouldn’t be participating in.  But I honestly don’t see them saying “Little kids dressing up and trick-or-treating is anti-scriptural.”  I just don’t.   My grandbebes, who will dress as Nacho Libre or a Strawberry or as princesses or Batman this year?  They will NOT be calling forth spirits of the dead or hosting seances.  We will not sacrifice them as burnt offerings.  They will  NOT participate in drunken parties and godlessness of that sort and I will teach them to speak up for righteousness through their vote as citizens and to protect the helpless and feed the hungry.  That is how they are being raised.  They are being raised to be who God created them to be (light!) and to do what God has ordained for them to do and to fulfill their destiny for God in their generation.  Period!

The devil doesn’t get my grandbebes.  I truly and humbly do not see trick-or-treating as the step into a dark realm.  If anything, I see it as “Hallowed,” like the old Pope wanted it to be because he went to enemy’s camp and took back what was stolen (know that song?  Don’t make me sing it here!).  My days are the LORD’S.   All of them!  And it is a great time to show our babies the difference between light and darkness by not worshipping death, not giving in to demonic influence and avoiding rebelliousness (which is as the sin of witchcraft and rarely gets corrected in Christendom).

Renunciation.

You know what, though?  If you came from an occultic background where you used the 31st as part of demon worship and you have walked away from it being born into Christ and you have renounced that past – by all means, don’t participate.  It holds something for you it doesn’t for me. Don’t be enslaved into any bondage you have been delivered from again!  I would stand with you in that, and I mean that!  Or if you just have a strong conviction that you don’t want your family to participate, because to you, it seems like being part of an agreement with the world, part of this godless generation and you’d rather make a stand here – then make that stand.  I support you in that, but Romans 14, again…

Figure it out.  Study it through.  Pray.  Ask the Lord.  Listen.  And be obedient there and let’s not let a disputable matter polarize us as Christians, or get us fighting one another in scriptural-sword fighting.  Because?  Then the stupid-head devil wins.  Geesh, people – it is when he breaks our unity that we are trashed – not when some low-level demon flies around a room impressing the idiots who want that sort of thing.  RESIST HIM, seriously.  He HAS to flee!

I loathe, despise and abominate* Halloween because of how it separates us and causes holier-then-thou crap and we make each other the enemy instead of THE enemy.  And I hate all the blackness and darkness because I am of the Light, but oh, by the way, I shine ever so much more brightly in the dark places.  I say kick-him-in-the-butt and bless the little children when they come to your door: give the best candy, the biggest smile, the greatest encouragement and give ’em a God-bless-you, because that actually is within your power to do.  Heaven will hear and attend to your blessing!  May His will be done on earth as it is in heaven!  On Halloween, even!

‘Nuff said.

*In the book version of Meet Me in St Louis, the sisters show their distaste for things by saying “I hate, loathe, despise and abominate {fill-in-the-blank}”.  I think it is used a time or two in the Judy Garland movie, too.  It is a fav family quote.

“Live as people of light!”

RT @ pastormark via ryan may: “If you’re one of those Christians who is going to give out tracts for Halloween, also give enough candy to make a kid a diabetic!”  Haha!

Two Tricks for One Great Treat

Green Tomatoes.

I quit watering the veggies after the Montana trip (over a month ago).  That always sends them into overdrive: producing madly, attempting to leave seed so they can go on endlessly.  Cold nights and warm days do weird things to tomatoes, so at this point I am picking them green and bringing them in.  Now what do I do with these piles of tomatoes?

Two tricks.

Fried Green Tomatoes.

Like the movie.  Only better and delicious for breakfast, too, oh, yes!

  1. Slice 4 good sized green tomatoes into 1/2″ thick slices (if it is slightly red, make sure it is still firm).
  2. Whisk 2 eggs and a half cup of milk together in one bowl.
  3. Mix 1/2 cup of cornmeal and 1/2 cup bread crumbs (or one or the other or any combination of the two – I LOVE corn meal) with 2 teaspoons of Kosher salt (don’t skimp on the salt) and pepper to taste into another bowl.
  4. Have a plate of flour to dip the slices into.
  5. Take slice, dip in the flour to coat.  Then dip it into the egg and milk mixture.  Then dip it into the crumbs and completely coat – completely!
  6. Fry in a skillet with the oil 1/2″ deep, don’t let them touch each other.  When it is brown, flip it and finish and drain on paper towels.
  7. Heaven.

An Apple Trick.

If you just want to ripen them for having the luscious red tomatoes around, put them in a cardbaord box or a paper bag with an apple.  The ethylene gas given off by the apples in a closed space will cause the tomatoes to ripen.  More red tomatoes!

I have had fresh garden ( MY garden) tomatoes as late as Thanksigivng and this year I could have had that, too.  Boo hoo.  But I shall surely and thoroughly enjoy the ones I have now! ;p