Saturday Ramble
Cloudy skies and a mighty wind, it looks so cold outside, but its not. Emery is off to work, selling those beautiful barns and cabins. I have lots of plans for the day. Touch up painting in the dinning room in preparation for our Christmas party next week. Finish the decorating, make some candles for my little shop and do a bit of sewing.
Saturday mornings I like to have some coffee, a bit of breakfast and watch Little House on the Prairie. Emery purchased the first season on DVD for me a while back and I do enjoy them.
When we lived in California, we were only a few miles from the set of Little House and once a year they would open the set up for visitors. What fun it was to walk that very same land of the series.
This mornings breakfast was a piece of warm cornbread My Favorite Sweet Cornbread Recipe
with a bit of butter that melted its way all the way through, and a cup of coffee. I sat on the sofa, breakfast in hand, shawl wrapped around my shoulders, eating and watching Little House.
The fire in the wood stove chasing away the chill left over from the cool night. Soon a pot of stew like the one in the picture will be simmering on the wood stove for tonight's meal.
No recipe, just a bit of this and a bit of that. Biscuit dough will be patted out to the right thickness, cut into rounds, careful not to twist the cutter one tiny bit, ensuring fluffy high biscuits. Lamp light will glow on the table, a pie for dessert. Fresh milk served up in blue speckled mugs. We will pray, we will talk, we will laugh and after the meal has been cleared from the table, perhaps time for a game of domino's, double twelves...keeps us on our toes with math skills. The wind can blow and rain can fall, we won't mind a bit.
Thank God For Home
`Grace Noll Crowell`
I cannot thank Thee, God, enough
For this small plot of ground, this roof,
These lifted walls that close me in
And hold me tenderly; this proof
Of Thy kind care for my great need
Of shelter and of daily bread;
But oh, there are no written words -
There are no words that have been said
That could express my gratitude
For the companionship of Love
That shares my simple fare - dear God,
A gift I would be worthy of !
And I would thank Thee for the tasks;
A fire to tend, a loaf to bake,
A floor to sweep, a seam to sew,
A clean, white sheeted bed to make,
A lamp to light at evening time -
I thank Thee, God, for all of these:
For home, my home - for every home -
I thank Thee, God, upon my knees.
Saturday mornings I like to have some coffee, a bit of breakfast and watch Little House on the Prairie. Emery purchased the first season on DVD for me a while back and I do enjoy them.
When we lived in California, we were only a few miles from the set of Little House and once a year they would open the set up for visitors. What fun it was to walk that very same land of the series.
This mornings breakfast was a piece of warm cornbread My Favorite Sweet Cornbread Recipe
with a bit of butter that melted its way all the way through, and a cup of coffee. I sat on the sofa, breakfast in hand, shawl wrapped around my shoulders, eating and watching Little House.
The fire in the wood stove chasing away the chill left over from the cool night. Soon a pot of stew like the one in the picture will be simmering on the wood stove for tonight's meal.
No recipe, just a bit of this and a bit of that. Biscuit dough will be patted out to the right thickness, cut into rounds, careful not to twist the cutter one tiny bit, ensuring fluffy high biscuits. Lamp light will glow on the table, a pie for dessert. Fresh milk served up in blue speckled mugs. We will pray, we will talk, we will laugh and after the meal has been cleared from the table, perhaps time for a game of domino's, double twelves...keeps us on our toes with math skills. The wind can blow and rain can fall, we won't mind a bit.
Thank God For Home
`Grace Noll Crowell`
I cannot thank Thee, God, enough
For this small plot of ground, this roof,
These lifted walls that close me in
And hold me tenderly; this proof
Of Thy kind care for my great need
Of shelter and of daily bread;
But oh, there are no written words -
There are no words that have been said
That could express my gratitude
For the companionship of Love
That shares my simple fare - dear God,
A gift I would be worthy of !
And I would thank Thee for the tasks;
A fire to tend, a loaf to bake,
A floor to sweep, a seam to sew,
A clean, white sheeted bed to make,
A lamp to light at evening time -
I thank Thee, God, for all of these:
For home, my home - for every home -
I thank Thee, God, upon my knees.
Comments
Your menu sounds yummy. I'm more veggie &fruit than meat ,and I love cornbread.
Hope you have a Great day!
Blessins', Lib
Your menu sounds yummy. I'm more veggie &fruit than meat ,and I love cornbread.
Hope you have a Great day!
Blessins', Lib
blessings,
Thanks for the tip about getting fluffy biscuits.
I loved the poem...
I love your blog. It has such a warm homey feeling.
Sheri