Friday, March 30, 2012

pink yellow green

When I was a little girl...
it was easy for folks to find our house on the country road.
I never questioned my mom's choice for the bright and cheery colours of our home.
Maybe my dad had a say in the color...
but I have my doubts.


This view was the back of the house.
The Evergreen trees along the driveway were planted..
one for each child in the family.

That sidewalk system around the house and the turn offs to the driveway hold precious memories for me...
which I will tell you another time..
once I dig the photo out .

I'm pretty sure this color combination will not be found at any paint store.
I'm glad my mom could choose from her heart...
and not from a color palette.

all for now..






Wednesday, March 28, 2012

the art-eest



Only very special things go on my refrigerator.

On Monday...
I gained a new piece of artwork.

Grandgirlie requested the paints and paper and set to work.

Hard at work...
mixing and rinsing and dabbing on paper towel....
she hardly took a moment to chat with me.

Finally...
I asked if I might help her....

and she reluctantly said I could make flowers...
and then watched me like a hawk sparrow.



Once she was satisfied with her artwork...
we took the beautiful magnets that Vee sent to me...
and put the art on the fridge.
Are they not perfect?  I love them....thank you Vee.
There is something extra special about unexpected gifts.  

I said to Grandgirlie...."that is a fantastic Easter Bunny ....look at her go".
She said...(with exaggerated two syllables..."Gra - mmie"...
"that's you!"

Well of course...I saw it then.
I was wearing a pony-tail for Grammie Day.



I might not keep every piece of artwork that the grands give me...
but its quite lovely that I can save it here...
for their enjoyment and mine...
years down the road.

all for now..

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

brother and sister



Perhaps you have seen this scene before on this blog and wonder what I could see with new eyes.

I saw something I had not seen before...
it was him being the big brother.


He had come around the corner of the barn...
having made a large loop.
He had likely passed his little sister in the east field and then noticed her bike was left in the...
west field.


He stopped..
and loaded up her bike ...
and didn't seem to notice that I was noticing.


It was then that I remembered those times that my older brothers ...
did sweet simple things because I was the little sister.


May he always have a heart to watch over his little sister.
May she always accept his watch with grace.


Everyone needs a big brother.

Mine...
is coming over this morning to help me with a media presentation.

He noticed a need....
he offered ...

and that is how I noticed this scene with new eyes.


all for now..
with a grateful heart.


Monday, March 26, 2012

Hospitality at the Blaine Library



On Saturday morning...
Kathy and Judy met at my house and we piled into my car...
and drove across the border to Washington State.
Ellen...
drove from her hometown in Washington State and met us at the Blaine Library.




This invitation to come to a library was new to us.
We as authors were invited to share our story and ....
well..
we were not sure.


It turned out...
we were in for a royal treat.
They baked and set the table and the room for a morning which felt like a celebration.


I yakked up a storm.



In true librarian style...
they invited class participation.


I peeked into the children's library.


At noon..
we walked across the street to the Blackberry Cafe.


Debbie and Cindy from the Blaine Library took us out for lunch.


It is nearly impossible not to take photos of beautifully coloured food.
It was ...
delicious.



And that...
was our morning at the Blaine Library.

Cindy and Debbie were so kind and welcoming and by the time lunch was over...
I knew I had made two new friends.

Last night as I was writing this post....
my beloved commented...

"you sure have met nice people because of blogging".

Yes....I surely have.

all for now..



Friday, March 23, 2012

Paska Class 2012



Paska Class 2012 was a good time.
I'm never sure who enjoys the class more...
the eaters...or the cooks.



This years menu was Mennonite Easter Cold Meal.
Not every mom served Easter Meal cold...
but many did...
including my mom.

Ham with Mustard Sauce
Potato Salad
Coleslaw
Obst Moos
Paska

Simple.


Coleslaw...cut fresh...not from the bag..
with Anneliese's....
Coleslaw Dressing.
Yum! 


Paska...
all iced and waiting to be loved.


Kathy and Anneliese...
preparing and chatting it up with class members.


Judy and Julie..
prep all done...
waiting for class to begin.


Lepp's baked one of their home grown hams during the day...
and it was delicious.

Remember that...when you go to buy your Easter Ham. 


Julie...Judy...Kathy and Bev...
dishing up supper.



Who is this?

She was the guest of honor.

As you already know...
all the proceeds of the classes we do at Lepp Farm Market go towards equipping the kitchen for Matthew's House...which will be built ...
soon.

This lady...
is Matthew's Mom.

Andrea has a passion of her own.
When Matthew was born...
he was loved and and cherished...
but...
he faced many health issues that caused him much discomfort in his life.
Matthew passed away eighteen months ago but his legacy will live on.

A home is being built that will offer a safe place for children to be loved and cared for while their parents take much needed time to rest and reenergize.

It is an honor...
to have a small part of seeing their dream come true.

And that...
was Paska Class...
2012.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

what to wear to dinner



This dress that I hummed and hawed about purchasing a few years back...
has paid for itself already.
If I could have a few more dresses of the same fabric...
different print...
and different lengths...
I think it might be worth consideration.


The dress is stored in a mesh bag.
It is so comfortable...
and it only is limited to how it can be worn by my own lack of creativity.


I wore it three nights...
and was encouraged ...
to wear it again.


I said...
take me on another holiday...
and I'll pack the dress.


all for now... 

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

about the food



Quite close to our spot on the beach was this swing set which surrounded a beverage service.
We didn't sit there.
It looked the nicest this time of day before the ones that had sat there too long were sitting there.


Did I mention the breakfast and lunch table that had our name on it?
Look beyond the table to the man working on the poles sticking straight out of the sand.
He is building a wedding ceremony spot by the ocean.
We never did figure out why they would spend hours putting it up for each wedding and then take it down again after the wedding was over.
If there was another wedding one day after another...
the poles were put back into the ground and the poles you see lying on the ground were tied to the top and long strips of bridal illusion was hung beautifully around.

I asked our server...
"why up...and down...and up again?"
He shrugged his shoulders and didn't have an answer.

We decided it was work for them...
and so we were satisfied.



Each day...
the little fridge in the rooms was replenished.
We went through a good tanker of water.


I neglected to take photos inside each restaurant.
I was trying to match the mood of my beloved and somehow taking photos throughout the evening didn't add to the romance.
This was the french restaurant.
It was the best.  We ate there twice.


I came straight home and bought a box of Muesli.
Every morning I ate this for breakfast and am firmly hooked on it.
I need to make my own...which I will then share with you.


Isn't that just the prettiest plate of garnishes?
I couldn't ever get over how many hours of preparation happened that we never saw.


This was dessert at the french restaurant.
Always pretty!


Again...
I was always so pleased with the way things were prepared and ready.
When arriving for dinner...
bottles of champagne were waiting.
So pretty.


We didn't do any buffet eating aside from lunch and our simple breakfast.

 
If I could have one thing come home with me...
it was this salad bar. 


This was my lunch every day.

I came home and made a big batch of fresh salsa.
It has helped the transition back to the real world here in the bungalow.

all for now..