Archive: May 2011
I have back yard with no place to sit. I have this swing in the back yard. . .
But I don’t really want to sit on it.
I went to the fabric store and bought some new fabric and I recovered the cushions on the swing.
Now I have some place to sit. . .
And look at my roses (which aren’t blooming yet because of our late Spring).
That is my story of before and after. The during part was simple. I took the old covers off. . .
And used one as a pattern since I’m not clever enough to just measure and cut.
If I had to do it all over again I would use a lighter green for the back. Overall I like the results.
posted by Ann
Awhile back Charlotte shared a cute post of her littlest man showing his roping skills. I’d like to take this opportunity to show my littlest man doing the same! :-)
At my house we have some small people living out big dreams…..On this particular occassion, the small person was Sam and his big dreams involved Candy Cane (the rocking horse) and his rope (not really sure why he chose the accessories he did, but….he is only two!).
I think he’s trying to be the fast time at the big rodeo! He probably needs to work on his form…but what he lacks in skill, he more than makes up for in try and enthusiasm!
I wish I could add audio to these photos so you could hear him holler, “Rope it cow, rope it horse. Rope.It.Cows.” the entire time!
Maybe someday, when he’s a little older and can ride a faster horse and pack a bigger rope he can do this…
One can always dream!!
posted by Chelsea
I-dyl-lic (ahy-dil-ik)- adjective: charmingly simple or rustic
I’ve encountered some idyllic country scenes lately- scenes that have blessed me- and now I want to share them with you. Check out the idyllic scenes… then hang onto your hats because I’ll tell you the “real story” below ;-)
A neat old homestead…
An inviting country road…
Fresh snow (OK, maybe not idyllic in late May)….
Our Jimmy dog taking a rest in the back of the pickup….
Calves sun bathing…
A mama cow topping out on the ridge…
A babbling brook….
Green meadows and snowy mountains….
The girls and I encountered these idyllic scenes when we were out salting cows a couple days ago. First, we had to drive past the neat old homestead to find Jimmy who had been lost for 2 days after chasing deer instead of cows. He looks worn out because he endured 2 days of rain and the snow storm you see icing the top of the canyon walls. After snatching Jimmy up, we drove to the cows through a muddy, nasty mess of a
river road. We took a wrong turn (twice) which meant I had to turn around (twice) and Lucy announced several times that we were “LOST!” (and you can bet she reported that info right back to her daddy when we all reconvenied later in the day) and that we “should just go home! or call daddy!” When we finally made it to the cows I realized a salt block had fallen out somewhere along the bumpy road. Oops. I noticed the calves sun-bathing when we drove up, but when I jumped out to salt, the wind burned I quickly received made me realize the calves were actually lying down using that tree as a windblock. I jumped back in the pickup. Katelyn cried that she wanted to get out and since she couldn’t (BRRR!!!) she screamed most of the drive out, saying “Owie! Hurt!” everytime we hit a bump- which was more times than I could count. When she finally settled down we came around a corner to find… the missing salt block. At which point I jumped out (in the now pouring rain) and grabbed the block and threw it in the back with Jimmy. Kate screamed– she wanted “outside!” We drove another 45 minutes home as I wasn’t turning around to drop off the salt block- my sanity is worth something, and we called it a day. If I just forget about the wrong roads, the missing salt block, the screaming toddler, and a rain storm… it was an idyllic day. :-)
Some people need a jump start to their day so every morning they drink coffee or chai or Red Bull or some other caffeinated beverage intended to give their body a jolt or a surge. Wanna get a similar effect spiritually in your devotions with God?
Read Psalms 146, 147, 148, 149, and 150.
They’re not long. It would take you just a few moments.
They each commence and conclude with a Hallelujah!
My soul, praise the Lord.
Praise Him all your life,
praise Him because He is our hope
and He remains faithful forever,
helping the fatherless and the widows,
raising up those who are oppressed or blind or imprisoned.
Praise Him for being our Maker of heaven and earth
and for positioning the sun and the moon and the shining stars.
Praise Him in the assembly of the godly
and praise His name with dancing and singing
and shout for joy on your beds.
Praise God in His sanctuary.
Praise Him in His mighty heavens.
Praise Him for His powerful acts;
praise Him for His abundant greatness.
Praise Him with trumpet blast;
praise Him with harp and lyre.
Praise Him with tambourine and dance;
praise Him with flute and strings.
Praise Him with resounding cymbals;
praise Him with clashing cymbals.
Let everything that breathes praise the Lord.
posted by Chelsea
I’ve been into Oat Bran lately. The back of a package I bought had this recipe on it– I made it and think it’s pretty fantastic so I’m going to share it with you. As you can see below, I think they go real nicely with a cup of tea.
3/4 cup flour
3/4 cup oat bran
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp. baking soda
Mix those ingredients together. Then, in a seperate bowl mix together:
1/3 cup banana
1/2 cup plain yogurt (I used Greek)
2 tbsp. cooking oil
1/2 tsp. vanilla
Add to the dry ingredients and fold in 1/2 cup of any, all, or none of the following:
If you were to see this calf. . .
and had to describe it to someone, how would you do that?
You might say the black calf with a spotted face – if you were from certain regions of the country.
I’ve heard it called a black Molly faced calf.
Or maybe you had to describe this one?
I’ve heard it called a red Motley faced calf. (I am beginning to doubt the correctness of this one. My ears might be dull from the loudness of all my years around cattle and I might actually be mis-hearing “Molly faced calf”. – Any one else heard of Motley?)
I grew up calling it a red brockle faced calf. To me this makes sense because it looks like someone dipped the flower of a broccoli plant in paint and stuck it on the calf’s face.
Doesn’t that make the most sense to you?
No? Maybe I just like the sound of brockle faced better than Molly faced. So for future reference, in my articles, when I speak of a brockle faced bovine, you know that the said bovine has spots on it’s face.
posted by Chelsea
With my Sunday School class I’ve been going through Beth Moore’s Daniel study and we’re currently on week 9 of 11. Between that, the book “Crazy Love”, and just the work of God in my life, I feel like I’ve had more on my heart in the last few months than I can figure out how to write down and share with you. I read this song in my study this past week and I want to share the words with you this morning. I want them to challenge you. I want them to resonate within you. I want them to motivate you… because that’s what they’re doing for me.
I am a stranger in this place,
This world is not my home.
I want more than it can give,
I am a desert needing rain;
I’m thirsty for Your voice,
The very reason that I live–
You are the Word, my one desire,
An all consuming holy fire.
The very breath that I am longing for,
My heart is desperate for Your ways.
Refine me in Your holy blaze,
If that is what it takes to know You more.
You are the Truth that sets me free;
Only the power of Your word
Can melt away these chains
That have held me far too long.
So light the fire and let it burn
These shackles and restraints,
And I will sing this freedom song
You are the Truth that set me free.
Your word is life to me.
posted by Ann
This delicious recipe was shared with me years ago by a dear “cowgirl” friend. This is one of my family’s all-time favorites. I always double the recipe!
- 1 pkg. brown or long grain & wild rice mix (1 cup total)*
- 1 lb. pork sausage
- 1 can (10 3/4 oz.) condensed cream of mushroom soup
- 1 cup chopped fresh mushrooms or 1 small can chopped mushrooms (optional)
- 1/2 cup chopped onions
- 1/2 cup chopped green pepper
- 1/2 cup grated cheddar cheese
- 1/2 cup chicken broth
- 1/2 cup minced celery
- 1 tsp. parsley flakes
- 1/2 tsp. pepper
Cook rice according to package directions. In large skillet brown sausage; drain fat. Combine cooked rice, sausage and remaining ingredients in a greased 2-quart casserole dish. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 – 60 minutes or until browned and bubbly.
*If I don’t have the rice mix, I have used plain brown rice.
posted by Chelsea
you give the man a camera the man steals the camera… you just never know what you’re in for going to get…
Maybe a sweet little shot of your Sweet Pea…
Maybe a shot of your four year old “flexing” (that is what that she’s doing) in front of the slash pile…
Gotta love the trampoline shots…
Can you say “Not fun anymore”?
And then there are these kinds of succession sets (the man’s favorite– hearing the rapid fire click of the camera is more than he can resist when in photographer mode)….
Posted by Ann
I’d like to share a couple more great storybooks. We love these two particular books for a couple of reasons. They are both illustrated by Jim Harris (we like his pictures) and they are both a new take on an old tale (we like stories with that angle.)
PETITE ROUGE: A Cajun Red Riding Hood
This very clever retelling of the familiar fairy tale relates the story of a little red-hooded Cajun “girl people” (who is actually a duck) poling her pirogue through the swamp. She’s delivering a basketful of Cajun vittles (boudin, shrimp etuoffee’ and gumbo) to her Grand-mere who had “come down wit’ de flu.” Instead of encountering the Big Bad Wolf, she has a run-in with Claude the gator! Aiiee!!
With some help from Tejean the cat (her faithful sidekick), Petite Rouge manages to run Claude off by threatening, “I’m countin’ to t’ree, an’ if you still dere, dis pole gonna hit you where you part you hair!”
Well, you all know the story, Claude gets to Grand-mere before Petite Rouge, and when she does finally arrive she notices some strange things about her Grand-mere! (“You face! It’s all green! An’ you skin got dem bomps.”)
Here’s where the story takes a distinctively Cajun twist as Petite Rouge and Tejean foil Claude’s attempt to have them “fo’ lonch.”
Well, when all the dust settles and Claude has high-tailed it back to the swamp, Petite Rouge, Grand-mere and Tejean celebrate by eating “all a’ de good food you mama done cook.” Then, as they are worn out from all the excitement, “dem all take dem nap.”
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read this book! I have to say I still thinks it’s “fonny” and I’m glad, “it all worked out good fo’ Tejean, Grand-mere, an’ Petite Rouge Riding Hood!”
When you read the book, don’t forget to use you very best, silliest Cajun accent!
THE THREE LITTLE JAVELINAS
This is a funny retelling of, you guessed it, “The Three Little Pigs’, with a Southwestern flavor.
In this story we have the usual suspects:
pigs javelinas (wild pigs, that aren’t a true pig), a coyote (versus a wolf) and a desert landscape. The pigs javelinas choose native items for homebuilding: tumbleweeds,
sticks made from dried-up a saguaro cactus and adobe bricks. Needless to say, the wiley coyote makes hash out of the first two homes and the frightened
pigges javelinas run to the secure adobe brick home of the third pig javelina.
After the usual threats of “huffing and puffing…and blowing down of houses” and the usual reply of “not by the hair…” well, you know how that goes, Mr. Coyote tries to climb down the proverbial chimney (in this case it’s a stove pipe)
and with a “Yip, yap, yeep, YEE-OWW-OOOOOOOO!” the coyote is vaporized! And the three little
pigs javelinas lived happily ever after in the little adobe house.