Wednesday, November 9, 2011


It's turned into a cold blustery day.  When I as taking care of the chickens I was subjected to stiff crisp winds from the west.  It's bringing a cold front in which is depositing snow north and west of us in Nebraska and Kansas.  I was wanting soup for lunch but I was out of cabbage and the garlic soup in the refrigerator I had indulged in several times this past week.  What could I have?  I wanted quick and easy and satisfying.  My mind went to an old blog of mine.  It was about tomato soup.

In less than 15 minutes I had my cup of soup in my hands.  I made it with vegetable stock I had made earlier this week.  I used this as my liquid.  It had a plus to using milk.  No calories.  I had considered having a grilled cheese too but after a couple of bites I knew all I wanted was 2 servings of soup.

Have satisfying bowl of soup and a wonderful day.

You can also visit me at:

Where I have stories of my cats and other pets 
a blog about my courtship with my husband,
and a blog about my most embarrassing moment.
blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry
New blog about Spartan Arrow Beans.
New blog about Chicken Eggs

Tuesday, November 8, 2011


Today is not Mother’s day, but it is my Mother’s day.  Today is her birthday. 
I have a dilemma, she has everything she wants. 

My Mother’s years have been filled with the love of life,
the laughter of the happiness of children,
the hardships and tears everyday living brings,
and the excitement challenges bring.
She raised 6 children, giving us the basic tools to be beneficial adults in society.  
I learned many tidbits I can pull out when needed.  Things books and computers can’t teach you; the things which are only learned in the school of hard knocks.

She gave me the greatest gift of all.  She taught me about love.
I had a wonderful teacher, I found my life’s mate when I was very young.  
I was only 17.  That was 49 years ago.

How do I repay this gift?  There is no way I can. 
I want her to know I admire her determination and will power.
How I am glad she is my mother.

Each of us travels a different road,
Our journeys cost us dearly,
The lessons learned along the way,
Sometimes come late, not early.

We’re the driver of our destiny,
Choosing our own way,
Thank you for the gift you gave to me,
I love you Mom, Happy Birthday.

Friday, November 4, 2011


This last few months the word "time" has been a prominent part of my life. 
 I have written two blogs with "Time" in them:

This will not be the last time "Time" will be featured in my blogs.
I am in the process of making another hand pieced quilt in blue in the pattern of "Treasured Time". 

While on my trip west I had lots of time to think and remembered a poem I wrote July 23, 2001.
I would like to share it with you.


Lost time cannot be replaced,
Time does not stand still,
We can be lost in time,
If we traveled in time.

Messages float around in time,
There is time in a bottle,
Time stands still for no one,
How about, a race for time.

People say, "In due time,
"Time is staring me in the face,"
We are told, "Take your time,"
Or, "I aced it in time."

Things withstand the test of time,
May I have a moment of your time,
A space in time,
I told you time and time again.

It has been a long time,
It is time to rest,
We don't have a lot of time,
Get finished on time.

It is school time,
Where we learn to tell time,
Which is not keeping time,
That is Music time.

All those times,
Are precious times,
At holiday times,
In olden times.

Time after time,
I looked at my Timex for time,
Changing it in each time zone,
Checking the delivery time.

Punching the time clock,
It's show time,
Dancers counting time,
Exhausted, it's bedtime.

Break time is snack time,
Break time is dance time,
It is time for a break,
Make note of the time.

In our quest for time,
We are rushed for time,
Call us for meal time,
It's closing time.

It is summer time,
Lemonade time,
Which is not lemon thyme,
It is time for a drink.

We are always finding time,
Told to make time,
Which is not the same as "making time",
Whew, done in time.

Can you be lost in time,
In a space in time,
Children are disciplined with "Time out",
There is quiet time.

We spend a lot of time,
Mulling over time,
Cursing time,
Telling kids, it's time for bed.

Things are listed in a time line,
Some people waste time,
It was in the nick of time,
We scraped by in time.

I stopped in time,
It was the fastest time,
There is timed response,
In a time lock.

We take a stitch in time,
Please take the time,
Let someone know you have the time,
To spend time with them.

When tragedy strikes there is no time,
We cannot count the time,
We say, we wish we had taken the time,
To tell the person, we value time spent with them.

Please take a moment of your time,
Tell a loved one, you have loved them for all time,
Quiet time is not wasted time,
But time shared.

Thank you for sharing time with me.

You can also visit me at:
Where I have stories of my cats and other pets
a blog about my courtship with my husband,
and a blog about my most embarrassing moment.
A "Soap box" blog where I do air my opinions.
blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,
blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures
Blog about an endangered beneficial beetle
New Blog:
I am hosting a Mystery quilt here:
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind
All recipes, pictures, and writings are my own.
I give credit for items which belong to other people in my blogs .
Please do not copy without permission