(With apologies to Gina at Home Joys, who also had granola bars on her mind and just posted a recipe for chocolate ones. View her recipe here.) ***** Confession: When it comes to granola bars, I like to pretend they are ENTIRELY HEALTHY. You know. And sort of ignore away the sauce ingredients, which in […]
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Did you know that I can hear what plants are saying? This is one reason why I hate weeding (besides the fact that it is hard work): it feels cruel and unfair. I hate the sight of all those babies gasping and shriveling in the sun. When I prune I have to steel myself against
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Confession: I have extremely archaic ideas about male behavior. I know they are archaic, but I hold to them stubbornly nonetheless. ***** I stood in line at a busy supermarket, a cartful of groceries in front of me, my sister-in-law in line behind me. We stood there, chatting and waiting, comparing bargains. Waiting longer. Chatting
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Confession: I love to sleep. At this stage of our family, I spend eight or nine hours nearly every night in deep, blissful unconsciousness. My feet never hit the floor from the time I lay me down until I wake in morning light. I love this. But once in a great while on an off
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Where does the title come from? Click here. ***** Confession: When people tell me that the universe is infinite, I don’t know what to say. So I hold my tongue. But it never seemed realistic to me than anything created could be spatially infinite. There are “ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands”
And how exactly do I have access to real whipped cream, as in real cream whipped, as in skimmed off a gallon of milk from a local farm? I’ll tell you. Her name is Brooke, and she’s our new milk girl. About a month ago, Brooke moved from a rural area into town. One of
Every year about this time, Ryan and I bless the Lord Jesus for the man (or woman) who planted our blueberry bushes. It must have been thirty years ago at least; the bushes are taller than my head—about a dozen of them in a long row. Last year we harvested 13 gallons of berries. This
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Hmm. Now some of you are talking about me being “up to” something… or coming to a “conclusion.” Don’t deceive yourselves. I am good at questions, not answers. Have I ever concluded anything before? Also I feel frustrated in my attempts to keep from bringing in two subjects I wish to avoid: Complaining about My
Confession: It wasn’t very nice of me to ask you a question and drop you for half a week. Rest assured that I was eagerly listening to your input, thinking, smiling, pondering. Except for when I didn’t have internet access all weekend, and was eagerly imagining your input. In between the other stuff I was
Confession: I’ve been thinking a lot about hair. I don’t know why. It could be for joy at the new-blown fuzz covering my sister’s head. It might be remembering a little 5-year-old I met, who grew hers out long to donate to Wigs for Kids. It could be that I just tried out a new
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