Mysterious shroud

What do you hide? Lovely things…

Fruit flavors for me


That wonderful sound

Ping! Makes me smile with relief

The jam is complete


Yes, I like to write haiku…….

And on this rainy day I’m making- surprise surprise!  More jam!  I’m using the same fig recipe from the last post, except I subbed in some banana and strawberries.  And a little juice leftover from soaking raisins.  And a splash of orange juice.

Off to make another batch of peach almond jam!  The fruit won’t wait you know… at least not without turning into a slimy disgusting mess………





April 12, 2007

I’m cleaning in the attic- “cleaning” is a loose term- it’s more like shifting boxes around and hopefully throwing stuff away!  It’s a work in progress……. it’s like Flylady says, it didn’t get that way in a day and it will take more than a day to declutter!

I’m taking a break- it’s hot up there!!

Here is a poem I really like- it’s from a funny little book called Bless This Mess and other prayers .

It takes courage
    to be crocus-minded.
Lord, I’d rather wait until June,
    like wise roses,
    when the hazards of winter are safely behind,
    and I’m expected,
    and everything’s ready for roses.
But crocuses?
    Highly irregular.
    Knifing up through hard-frozen ground and snow,
        sticking their necks out.
    because they believe in spring
    and have something personal
    and emphatic to say about it.
Lord, I am by nature rose-minded.
    Even when I have studied the situation here
    and know there are wrongs that need righting,
    affirmations that need stating,
    and know also that my speaking out may offend–
        for it rocks the boat–
    well, I’d rather wait until June.
    Maybe later things will work themselves out,
    and we won’t have to make an issue of it.
Lord, forgive.
    Wrongs don’t work themselves out.
    Injustices and inequities and hurt don’t just dissolve.
Somebody has to stick his neck out,
    somebody who cares enough
        to think through
        and work through hard ground,
    because he believes
    and has something personal
        and emphatic to say about it.
Me Lord?
Could it be that there are things that need to be said,
    and you want me to say them?
I pray for courage.