Saturday, February 25, 2017

February Thoughts

We reached the old wolf in time to watch a fierce green fire dying in her eyes.

I realized then, and have known ever since, that there was something new to me in those eyes – something known only to her and to the mountain. I was young then, and full of trigger-itch; I thought that because fewer wolves meant more deer, that no wolves would mean hunters’ paradise. But after seeing the green fire die, I sensed that neither the wolf nor the mountain agreed with such a view.'

February Poetry

In winter's cold and sparkling snow,
The garden in my mind does grow.
I look outside to blinding white,
and see my tulips blooming bright.
And over there a sweet carnation
Softly scents my imagination.

On this cold and freezing day,
The Russian sage does gently sway,
And miniature roses perfume the air,
I can see them blooming there.
Though days are short, my vision's clear.
And through the snow the buds appear.

In my mind clematis climbs,
And morning glories do entwine.
Woodland phlox and scarlet pinks,
Replace the frost, if I just blink.
My inner eye sees past the snow.
And in my mind, my garden grows.

Cynthia Adams, Winter Garden

Friday, February 24, 2017

Goals for the Week of February 26 - March 4, 2017

     Daily Bible Reading
     Imitation of Christ by Thomas a Kempis

     New Sit & Be Fit Exercise DVD
     32 oz. Water Daily
     Healthy Breakfast

     Put Sampler Quilt top together

     The Underground Railroad by Colton Whitehead
     Lab Girl by Hope Jahren
     The Unsettlers by Mark Sundeen
     The Death of Expertise by Thomas Nichols

     CB Hash, CSC, Salas
     Baked Fish, Oven Roasted Vegetables
     Potato Soup
     Beef & Veggie Stir Fry

     Start Hardwood Flooring Savings Fund
     New door wreath and flowers for basket

     Lunch with Sherry - Monday
     Haircut - Thursday 
     Yellowstone 2018 Planning

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

America's First Daughter by Stephanie Dray

America's First Daughter by Stephanie Dray 

What an excellent book of historical fiction! This book is about the life of Martha (Patsy) Jefferson, daughter of Thomas Jefferson and her family. The book opens with the flight of Patsy, her mother, and baby sisters, Polly and Lucy, from their home at Monticello to a cabin hidden deep in the woods to avoid capture by the British.  Tragedy strikes after their return to Monticello when her mother dies after getting a promise from Patsy to take care of her father and a promise from her husband never to remarry. Thus, Patsy's life is set. She will take care of her father during his grief over the loss of his wife and later baby Lucy, while he is in Paris representing the United States, in Washington as Vice President and President, and finally during his remaining life at Monticello. The love of Patsy's life, William Short, is thwarted and she marries Tom Randolph with whom she bears 11 children.  Poverty and financial ruin are constant worries as is the necessity of owning slaves. There is so much depth of character and so much attention to detail that I cannot recommend this book highly enough. Read it. 

Sunday, February 19, 2017

February Cooking -- More Casserole

This is an old family favorite. It makes a huge Casserole. Now that it is only JMM and I at home, I divide this into halves and freeze one. 

More Casserole 

1 1/2 pounds ground beef
1 cup chopped onion
1 8 ounce package noodles, cooked and drained 
1 pound frozen mixed vegetables 
1 can Cream of Mushroom soup
1 1/4 cup milk
1 1/2 Tablespoons chili powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon pepper
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1 pound shredded cheddar cheese 

Brown ground beef and drain off grease. Mix first 4 ingredients into a large bowl.  In a sauce pan heat the remaining ingredients except the cheese stirring constantly.  Add cheese and heat until melted. Pour over mixture and stir. Bake at 350 degrees for 40 minutes (covered). If frozen, 1 1/2 - 1 3/4 hours. 

Saturday, February 18, 2017

February Thoughts

Mark Twain
“The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.”
― Mark Twain