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Picture Perfect : Love is in the Air

 

Love is in the air and it smells good!

One of the simplest and most universal ways of expressing love, be it instinctive (maternal/paternal), romantic, or fraternal, is to share a meal.  My husband is working on an osso bucco and I made a cake, a Boston Cream Pie.

Love is in the air; it flows from the Source of all that is.  We can breathe it in and radiate it out. The Usui method of reiki taught me a lot about this.  We all have this capacity.

Love is as necessary for spiritual life as air is for physical life.

“C’mon people now, smile on your brother

Everybody get together, try to love one another right now.”

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I’m not sure of the author of the lyrics; it might be Jesse Colin Young. (Audio in first comment)

Picture Perfect : Gratitude



Looking around, we can see a multitude of things for which to be grateful.  I just took a picture of what I was doing this afternoon.  My mother would often use the left-over bit of pie dough saying she was going to make a little something with it.  So now we call this a Little Something.  It is pie dough rolled out as thin as possible, sprinkled with brown sugar, cinnamon, raisins, dotted with butter, rolled, curled and baked.

I would like to express my gratitude to all those who make things with their hands with love in their hearts and also teach others to do likewise.

 

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The Little Red Hen Loves Compost


“The compost bin is full and no one can be found to empty it,” said my mother-in-law.


It bothers me to encumber the municipal garbage disposal system with compostables and also I had made several piles of vegetation by tidying up the irises so I got busy and dug out the rich dark treasure.


There were some composting errors…

…and some composting prizes!


I chose beds to be the lucky recipients, starting with the rose still flowering, blessing us with its perfume, and continued on above where it looked like mostly weeds were growing.  There should be bulbs in there so I didn’t fork it over, just scratched a bit.

There is something I find so fulfilling about compost, even though this work may benefit an unknown person since the house may soon be sold.  It’s hard to let go of a place that has been part of my life for 34 years where many happy moments have been shared.

Monday’s Bread

This is the bread I made yesterday.  I almost always use my sourdough culture that I keep going in the refrigerator and whole wheat flour.  Sometimes water and salt are all that I add; other times I vary.  Yesterday was a sort of kitchen-sink variety; I put in a little bit of several things from the armoire – poppy seeds, sunflower seeds, flaxseed, oats, polenta.

We cut the bread on a piece of wood that has been our cutting board for bread for about 20 years now.  It is a slice from an elm tree we had to cut down due to Dutch elm disease.  After the meal, we open the top of our door and put the crumbs out for the birds.  They are ready and start eating them before we even get the door all the way closed.

You may notice that it is raining here today.

Couple Thoughts

While unpacking things to put away, now that I have some shelves and cupboards to do so, I found this sampler that is finished. All it needs is to be framed and hung, well, maybe washed and ironed. I was struck by how pertinent I find it to be, even years after embroidering it. « Choose thy love, Love thy choice » still sums it up for me as the method for forming and building a couple. Falling in love is one way to start, but that is not how things work day after day, year after year. We must be ever vigilant, ever building, communicating, adjusting, evolving, ever mindful of the main direction we want to take, choosing to love our choice.

Picture Perfect – Prepared


One characteristic of fasting is an accrued interest in cooking.
Husband prepared this delicious dinner.

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Un gramme dans l'œil

The scales of justice?

 

In France the ingredients for a recipe are given in grams.  So a kitchen scale is a handy thing to have.

Sunday as husband and I were finishing off a gâteau Breton, he said he wanted the little piece and I said that one over there is the little one.

Would we be mature adults, leaving behind materialism, greed, and gluttony?  How about if we weighed the pieces to be sure?  This would have been such a good tool to have when I was growing up, one of three children.

Husband went and got the scale.  We weighed the first piece – 127 grams.

Then we weighed the other piece – 126 grams.

Then we rolled on the floor laughing and enjoyed our cake.

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