Snow, Snow, Snow...

I love snow. Even the winters that I spent outside of Chicago didn't cure me of the childlike sheer delight in the fluffy falling flakes and the satisfying whish and crunch of tramping through fresh snow. I hope every year that there will be enough to make snow angels and build a snowman (or lady).
So far this year we have gotten the best possible type of snow (at least for adults)--beauty with minimal accumulation.

December 1st:



December 9th:


And best of all, Christmas morning:

Advent Wreath

I try to make an Advent wreath every year both to decorate our home and observe the time of preparation for Christmas. I was a week late this year but we caught up on the second Sunday.

Branches courtesy of Hunter Tree Farms. We have bought a tree from them most years and they are graciously willing to let us glean the torn branches off of the ground and around the trunk trimming area.



Step one--assembling the wreath with the help of some florist's wire.



Enhancing with cedar bits and berry sprays.



Finished wreath on the table on Christmas day. We took turns reading the collects for each Sunday from the Book of Common Prayer as we lit each candle. Next year we will choose from the Family Prayer Book that I made for Jonathan this year.

Tiptoe through the Toadstools

We had our very own mushroom show in our yard due to the consistently moist conditions this fall. There were probably a dozen different varieties altogether. These three were just outside the front door.


These black and grey mushrooms are actually rather common although this is the first time that we have noticed them in our yard.

Presents Nice (and Finished)

Judah's afghan turned out beautifully. The blocking was a little off but a few more washings will help it find its shape.


This purse for my mom, Mrs. B. was completed in the nick of time. It is encouraging to look at the stitching on this piece compared to those that I did last year and see the improvement.

Peace

Mary's Peace

Peace to hear the change in plans.
Peace when all misunderstand.
Peace to stand through fear and shame.
Peace to never be the same.

Peace to bear the pain, unheard.
Peace to only trust His Word,
when years go by the same old way.
Peace to hope in each new day.

Peace to feel you're thrust aside.
Peace to have your pride decried.
Peace to whisper at the cross
"Peace, my soul, all is not lost."

Peace to see the bigger plan.
Peace to hold the Father's hand.
Peace to say goodbye to tears,
welcome in a brand new year,

When Peace shall reign in every heart,

when joy and faith will not depart.

When all will bow and say, "Your will,"
in Christ, all dreams and love fulfilled.

NB '07

Fall Smoke (Bush)

Can you see the angel peeking out from under the bush? I like my yard art to be as subtle as possible and I can just barely see her when I look out my kitchen window.


This little cluster of Oregon grape reminds me of the more mature bushes at my grandparents' house. My sister and I would crush the berries to use in "medicines" and various forms of paint, ink and dye for Paldontian projects and crafts. It was so disappointing that the juice oxidized to brown rather than staying the beautifully purple-blue color of the berries.

Blessed be the Lord of the Harvest

A sampling of the goodness from our garden.

We had a plethora of green onions. Next year we will be planting them in shifts so that we aren't overwhelmed with them all at once.


Royal Chantenay carrots. Very flavorful but also very fat--thinning for optimal growth was essential.


Acorn squash and our very own pumpkin.


Purple potatoes.


Freshly scrubbed Chantenay and Purple Haze carrots. The purple carrots lagged behind for a while but when I finally harvested them all there turned out to be far more. This will be a repeat planting!


A sampling, including the butternut squash.


This is what we did with much of the grand harvest of patty pan squash. See link to recipe here. I included the last of the peas in the stuffing as well.