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Birthday Boy!

 

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

My Blue Healer is 8 years old today!  His main priority is playing catch!!!  He Loves the Tennis ball.  He likes Tomatoes, Beggin Strips, dog biscuits, and his daily slice (or 2 or three) of bread in the morning while I am eating my toast and tea!

Blue enjoys going for car rides, and sitting in the trailer picking up sticks while being driven around on the mower. “Blue” knows commands such as sit, stay, jump like a fish,  give me your paw, high five, up, get on your bed, Go get….(insert name) and more. He can say “I Love You!”  He watches cattle shows on t.v. or any commercial and show that has animals in them.  A favorite pastime of his is playing hide and seek, and he won’t stop until he finds you! He has so much fun and brings us so much joy.

It’s no wonder Dog is God, spelled backwards. They love you unconditionally, and with all their hearts.  Happy Birthday Bluey!

Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole. ~Roger Caras

An old dog, even more than an old spouse, always feels like doing what you feel like doing. ~Robert Brault

My goal in life is to be as good of a person my dog already thinks I am. ~Author Unknown

The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue. ~Author Unknown

I talk to him when I’m lonesome like; and I’m sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth

End of Season Tomatoes

Window Sill Ripening Tomatoes. Last Harvest 2014

I gathered my remaining Tomatoes from the vine at the end of October. We were expecting our first frost, and  I just couldn’t see them going to waste.  We got several dozen tomatoes from that single plant….my first  vegetable in my TN garden.

I placed them on my windowsill in my sun room which has sun light on three sides throughout the day.   The sun room doesn’t get as hot in the fall and at night we keep the room at a cool  60˚.

I read somewhere, that it can take 1-2 weeks to ripen tomatoes wrapped in brown paper bags or newspaper, but I liked being able to see my pretty tomatoes.  They make me smile,  almost as much as flowers do… (almost)!

Having not given the thought that they actually “would” ripen, I just assumed they would take at least the full two weeks.  I had hoped to share them with my Mother who is coming for a visit this Thanksgiving.

Long story short, most of my Tomatoes are just about fully ripened, after only one week. Unless I make Salsa  or another recipe, I will not be able to share my fresh tomatoes with my Mother.

In the meantime, I have heard so many people talk about a Southern staple of Fried Green Tomatoes.  I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.  I did an online search for them and found so many varying recipes.  Some had ingredients I didn’t like (such as Cajun spice) and others used more or less ingredients etc.  Here’s what I came up with.

Ingrediants 4FGT

Fried Green Tomatoes

-1 large beaten egg
-1/2 cup buttermilk
-1/2 cup general all purpose flour
-1/2 cup cornmeal
-1 tsp. Salt (optional)
-1/2 tsp black pepper
-3 medium-sized green tomatoes (cut into 1/3 inch slices)
-Enough vegetable oil for half inch depth in frying pan. (I used a non stick pan)

In small bowl combine egg and buttermilk, set aside
In separate bowl mix 1/4 cup of flour, 1/2 cup of cornmeal, pepper and (optional) salt~ I try not to use salt when cooking, but rather use the shaker at the table if desired).

Next, Dip cut slices of green tomatoes in bowl of 1/4 flour to coat, lightly shake off excess, then dip into egg mixture and then coat in cornmeal mixture.

fryingGreenTomatoes

In a frying pan, heat oil.  Carefully place tomatoes in single layer in hot oil and Cook for 2 minutes on each side until you reach a nice golden color.  Do not burn.  Remove from oil and place on paper towel to soak up any extra grease and then cool.   Season to taste with salt & additional pepper if desired.

Fried Green Tomatoes

My hubby liked them.  After trying however, I personally couldn’t get past the whole “not ripe” tomato thing!  I thought it was just strange.  So…….I made myself a normal, everyday Tomato sandwich on a Toasted Whole Wheat bun with oodles of Hellman’s Mayo and black pepper!  Yum….nothing tastes as good as simplicity!

Fresh sill ripened Tomato Sandwich on Whole Wheat Bunwith loads of Hellman's Mayo, Black Pepper and fresh from the garden Lemon Thyme Sprig for garnish! Yum....nothing tastes as good as simplicity!

It’s difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato.  ~Lewis Grizzard

Thanksforgiving : A Poem

 Orange, yellow, sage, brown and mauve…..
these are the colors of fall that I love.

Pumpkins, leaf kicking, and costumes for fun….
gathering the family, yet missing someone.

Drying leaves and air so crisp….
the fog, the breath, the floating mist.

Goodbye swimsuits, beach balls and floats….
time now for mittens and those big bulky coats.

Hot chocolate, football, let’s cheer for your team….
Stuff the turkey, set the table, make wine glasses gleam.

Thankful each day for the shoes on our feet….
while praising the Lord for the food that we eat.

A blessing from Heaven, for all those on earth…..
for doing good deeds and proving their worth.

Our puppies, our kitty’s our parents our kids…..
Thank you dear Lord, for the reasons we live.

Teaching, learning and helping us grow….
to be better people from all that we know.

Forgiveness for the asking each day if we must….
remember our God, in him we can trust.

Be honest, be faithful, be giving and kind…..
be all you can be or you’ll be left behind.

Be thankful each day, morning, noon and at night…..
say your prayers often, and your future will be bright.

We shouldn’t just pray but one day in November……
but rather each day in the months through December.

Thanksgiving is coming, and Christmas is near….
we can all thank our God, for our living this year.

-Pamela Kinney

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The Willow Tree, The offering & The Sentiment.

I remember when I was very young, we had this enormous weeping willow tree off the back patio. It provided the yard with  most of its shade. Us kids (my two brothers and sister) and our friends, used to climb the tree and rest in it’s huge limbs.  We would gather handfuls of the loose Willow branches and swing as far as they would take us.  Depending on how high we placed our hands on the willow would decide on whether or not our feet would drag the ground or if we would swing several feet off the ground.  We’d spend many an hours playing in and around that ole’ tree each day.   Our farm, Weeping WillowThe photo above is one of our weeping willows, but not the one we swung on.

That willow tree had to be at the very least one hundred years old, but the size of it’s trunk was about ten feet around at it’s base. I’ve always heard that willows only grow near water.  The nearest creek  bed was at the end of our long driveway (about a city block away).

Along the creek on our property, were other trees of course and also wild berry bushes. We had honeysuckle, strawberry,  blackberry and raspberries galore.  There were apple trees too. They made for an instant healthy and refreshing snack whenever we felt inclined to eat!

We had 14 acres and most were lined with trees keeping it private.  Our home sat on somewhat of a hill. The walks to and from the school bus each day were rather long.  Of course, like any normal kid, the walk to school would generally feel longer than the walk home.   We caught the bus for Elementary school Monday through Friday and then again for Sunday school/church.  I Looked forward to the Sunday bus rides.  It was always a happy trip across town.  We lived in the Township which was rural farmlands, and the Church was in the boro (borough) or “in town”.   It was several miles away.

Waiting for The Sunday School busOur Sunday school bus driver was a friendly and sweet old man ….though in retrospect, he wasn’t really old at all.   He (Mr. Stall) always had a smile on his face and greeted each of his passengers by first name.  He always made conversation with everyone, as not to leave anyone out.  Each bus ride ended in a few packs of “Smarties” candies being squeezed lovingly into each of our hands.  While now writing this, I am  acknowledging my lifelong enjoyment of those candies, and the fact that Mr. Stall and his kindness played a part in my enjoyment of them!

For Christmas, Mr. Stall handed out gift wrapped full sized boxes of “special” treats.  They were either one of two kinds.   My favorite was the “Starlite” solid chocolate’s.  They were sweet milk chocolate drops that were raised into the shape of a star.  Brach’s makes a similar version.  The others were Non-Pareils.  Pea sized dark chocolate coated with white flavored dots.  They were tasty too.  Occasionally, I will have these at the movie theaters, but nowhere, other than from my early childhood Sunday school bus driver (Mr. Stall), have I ever found the Starlite chocolates.  He made them unique!

 At the end of our driveway on each side of it’s entrance were Queen Ann’s lace flowers.  I remember them being so delicate.  So feminine.  So, country.  Most were spread wide open and looked like living doilies.  They bloomed from the wild…they weren’t planted by Mom.  Amongst the doilies would be a few closed ones that resembled cups, or pockets.

Getting on our Sunday School BusI recall (with much regret), a few times that I hid my Sunday offering (a quarter) in the closed flower and retrieved it on the walk home after being dropped off from the bus.  I felt horrible when I didn’t place my quarter in the offering basket.  It played in my mind throughout service.   I remember an overwhelming feeling of guilt, as I said my goodbye to Mr. Stall.   I think I felt so guilty because he was so generous and most caring, and he was the one who brought me (safely) to and from Church each Sunday.

The walk up the drive would be the longest and hardest of all; carrying that quarter.  The quarter that was meant to be given as an offering to God.  I let him down.  I would feel guilt and sadness for quite  awhile.   I don’t know why I did it.   I don’t know what I used the quarters for or even where I put them.  It had always bothered me as a child.  I know I have said I am sorry over the years as I always do when I make a mistake.  I know in my heart, I had been forgiven.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7 Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Ephesians 4:31-32 Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.

 

109 Years in the Palms of my hands

A hobby of mine in which I find much pleasure, is antiquing, flea marketing & thrift store shopping.  Lately, I seem to be doing more of the latter.  I have been finding such a wonderful array of treasures.

When I go bargain hunting, I usually head on in with no particular item in mind (although I am always on the prowl for white Ironstone pieces, to add to my collection). I typically walk straight to the back section that houses the dinnerware, glass trinkets or pottery.  I also hunt for anything garden related, anything old that catches my eye…generally items that have a history to them.

In my latest “Goodwill” trip, I found an amazing Revival Hymns book. This antique is 109 years old. The pages have a beautiful aged scent to them, and are so fragile. You can literally see them crumble in your hands if you are not too careful. 109 years in the palms of my hands.  I can only dream of all who held it in their hands while praising our Lord.  Who were they?  Where did they come from,  what kind of life did they live?  This old book makes me happy! Incredibly, it was marked at only $1.49. I LOVE it!

Revival  Hymns        109 years old

Revival Hymns Book ~ 109 years old

“The final aim and reason of all music is nothing other than the glorification of God and the refreshment of the spirit.”  ~ Johann Sebastian Bach

Little did I know it, but the tone was set for my shopping excursion. I spotted an employee pushing a cart full of freshly tagged goods, that she was preparing to stock the shelves with. Nonchalantly, I casually walked over and glanced into the cart. I eyed a wonderful garden Angel statue, beneath tons of china & stemware.  I patiently waited nearby, until she set it on the shelf.  It sat for only 3o seconds before I got my hands on it!  A new home for you my dear!  She was well worth her price of $7.99.

Garden Angel

Garden Angel

While rummaging through picture frames, I came across a wonderful diy; handwritten poem, entitled  “Love Letter from Jesus”. Read it here:  https://countrypkin.files.wordpress.com/2014/09/a-love-letter-from-jesus-words.jpg I felt inclined to nab this as well.  It was if it were speaking to me directly.  I just had to get it. The frame is tattered a bit, but I kind of enjoy it that way.  The love shines through just the same without being shiny and new.  I considered painting it, but Jesus was a carpenter, and I think the natural wood befits the letter.  The cost of this was $1.99.

Love Letter From JESUS.

Love Letter From JESUS.

I spent a small total of $11.47 on my purchase, but gained so much more.  I got a piece of History in that well worn, (109 yr) old book.  Some beautiful songs that I will try to sing and attempt to do the words justice.  I got a promise in that letter, that Jesus will be waiting for me one day.  And a gentle reminder, that I need to be careful of the things I say and do and all that I need to reflect upon in order to be worthy of him.  I also find a comfort in my garden Angel addition, who now watches over my garden.  With her hands pressed together, she blesses each day, each flower, each blade of grass, each bug and bird, to replenish and restore through all their works.  She blesses each cat & dog, each boy or girl, young and old…any living thing that passes her way.  She gives the promise of Gods Love in all things big and small; that is what I see in her as she now takes up home in my garden.

What have you found recently in your trip to the thrift store that gives you pleasure?

Thrift is not an affair of the pocket, but an affair of Character. ~S.W. Strauss

Happy Thrifting ya’ll! 😀

Through my window : A Poem

 

Through my window……my eyes can see
Flowers growing……blowing leaves.

Trees that reach……into the sky
Flying birds……passing by.

Cats that wander ……Dogs that bark
Children’s laughter from the park.

Mowers mowing ………Ponds that glisten
Grown kids talking……Parent’s listening.

In the distance…..I can hear
Airplane’s engines……getting near.

Sounds of silence……..No one’s home
Just you and me……The kids are grown.

Out the door……..No time for us
Grand kids one day………we have to trust.

Wishing, hoping……Time stood still
But time goes forward…………It’s God’s will.

Through my window ~ by Pamela K.

 

Angel. A kitten of any other name, just wouldn’t be the same.

I once lifted a lifeless, near frozen kitten out from under a wooden step. His mother had refused to feed him and left him trapped under our back porch deck. For several days he was under the deck. I never imagined a mother could abandon her baby like that, but she did. I only assumed, and had hoped that she had been taking care of him. I was wrong. She had left him to die.

A baby is born with a need to be loved – and never outgrows it. ~ Frank A. Clark

The tiny kitten, had somehow managed to crawl himself under the connecting porch step which was sealed in front, top and sides (basically it was like a box with a sealed lid). I heard his cries getting softer. At first, I had hoped that the mother’s intuition would kick in, and she would finally nurse her sickly sounding baby. She never did. It had gotten quiet, and I could barely hear a sound. I thought I had to be mistaken. I ran over to the step, and listened. Nothing. My heart started to race with panic. Did I wait too long? I hollered into the house, for my husband to get his crowbar. I needed him to pry the step apart.

Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren’t even there before. ~Mignon McLaughlin

My own heart skipped a beat, as I saw the baby kitten through a tiny crack that was made from the crowbar. He wasn’t breathing. In mere seconds, the top board was off. I reached in and picked his hardening, and ice cold, lifeless body out from the step. Was I too late? Please God, no, (I prayed over and over in my head). I refused to let him pass from this life. I refused to let him die.

I carried him inside the house, and grabbed a few kitchen dish towels. I heated the towels in the microwave for 15 seconds each, and wrapped them around this kitten. I did this “every five minutes” for the next four and a half hours. I held him in my arms, while sitting on the couch (semi watching tv), and talking to him and to God. With each trip to the microwave, I hugged him close to my chest. The towels warmed my hands, while thawing his tiny body. I was determined, I wasn’t prepared to stop. That is, until slowly, a tiny, furry white arm, reached out from under a towel, as if to say ‘alright, I’m alive, stop it with the hot towels already!’

With God all things are possible. Mat. 19:26

In that moment, I felt one of the greatest feelings I have ever felt. I saved a life. I felt as if God himself had done his work, through me. It was beyond amazing. It was itself, a miracle. My eyes teared up. I was overwhelmed. with joy, with relief, and also with a sadness that I could finally let go. I no longer had to feel sorrow. I didn’t need to because he did not die. For a few minutes I felt like a hero. It was pretty cool. My micro waved towels idea – they worked. But wait, it wasn’t just me…..it was really my prayers that had been answered. That’s what worked. Ultimately, that is what healed him. Without further thought, I had found a name come rushing to my mind. I called my little kitten “Angel”.

Nursing "Angel" back to health

Nursing “Angel” back to health

Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much perfoms much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well. ~ Vincent Van Gogh

In the days following, I began to nurse him back to health. He wasn’t the ’prettiest’ to look at, at first as some might‘ve thought. He had teary eyes and looked a little sickly. He almost died after all! My “Angel” was not stunted in any way, from his moments (technically hours) of death. Over a time, he grew to a normal size. He was quite healthy, although he did have an occasional bout of lazy eye, and he was a little deaf. I would stomp on the ground when I wanted to get his attention. A couple of thumps on the sidewalk and Angel would come running from around the corner, always happy to see me. Always full of energy and spunk. He was my little pal. He was so cute. So cuddly soft, and the whitest of white thick fur with patches of orange stripe. And did I say cute? Yes, he was adorable. He really was….lazy eye and all. His lazy eye was kind of funny at times and the hubby dubbed him “Chico”!

Angel on road to recovery

Angel on road to recovery

Like a Mom, I taught Angel how to climb a tree, just as I did his brothers and sisters before him. He followed me around the yard, while I watered flowers, pulled weeds and took pictures etc. He was learning. Learning about me, as much as learning about himself. He learned what he could and could not do. He also made friends with his once estranged brothers and sisters. Angel and his Mom bonded once he was well again. His Mom, Callie, tended to give Angel the cold shoulder, but on so many occasions I caught her tenderly grooming him, and then holding/hugging him during naps. If Angel happened to “ignore” his mom, she would taunt him with her tail, until he played with her.

omma Callie & Angel taking a nap

Momma Callie & Angel taking a nap

He became best buds with our outside yellow Lab. Angel and Jake routinely slept together…..that is, Jake, (often reluctantly), allowed Angel to sleep on top of him. (I had many photos of the two, but as of this writing, I sadly cannot locate them on my computer. If I find them later on, I will edit and add them).

Angel would only climb trees if I was nearby.

Angel would only climb trees if I was nearby.

Angel and a Thistle. (She loved to pose!)

Angel and a Thistle. (She loved to pose!)

Angel was always rubbing into our Labs’ face…somewhat annoying him, perhaps getting fur on his nose…..getting Jake to stand up and move…..over and over again. It was Angels’ little game. Angel was a very active, and playful two year old. He paled around with me, Jake (and the other cats) for about 2 years. That is, until one day, he just disappeared.

Angel

Angel

Angel was never one to leave my yard. He was always here. He ’never’ went beyond the fence he sat on…..unless I carried him. He would always stop short, as if there was an imaginary boundary telling him to stay put. It has been over a year now since he disappeared. I like to believe, that a traveling salesman picked Angel up and kept him to be his own pet, because the guy thought our cat was cool (that was the last time I saw him). I am hoping also, that he is still playing with someone else’s dog and sleeping on them too, like he had done with our lab. It is a much better thought, than the alternative.

I loved that little kitten that I rescued from under the wooden step, and I love & will remember the fun, happy, playful cat that he grew to be. I also know that I will see him again to, after all…. he is my little “Angel”

In Remembrance.

In  Remembrance of you Angel, wherever you are. <3

In Remembrance of you Angel, wherever you are. ❤

If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater.