Monday, May 22, 2017

On The Edge of Bloom

I have started so many blogs posts.  They are all unfinished.  It has been so long since I have written anything, and truthfully, I think I have a sort-of writer's block.  If you know me, that's pretty hilarious, since I always have something to say.  I have missed this place, my happy place, but it has been a long winter.

There are so many things I have wanted to share.  Some amazing experiences I have had, and hard lessons that I am learning.  I'll start a post, and quickly realize that because of where we are at as a family, I really can't talk about a whole lot, for the sake of my kiddos.  A lot of what we have gone through this winter wasn't pretty.  I don't like to rant, and I don't want pity, so I found myself not knowing what to say. I'd love to share a knitting or creative project, but there's been no time for that this winter, either. So, instead, there has been silence from the keyboard.   So sorry.

While this was one of the coldest, wettest seasons on record for the Pacific Northwest, I can only say that the weather has mirrored my homelife.  It's been a little ugly here, muddy, and grey, with only a few sunbreaks.  I know can only speak in parables for so long, and I hate it.  I always wish to speak straight from the heart, that is really who I am; but parables it must be, and some of you who can relate to things that I am going through, you will know what I mean! I am exhausted in every possible way: emotionally, physically, mentally.  The past few months of running around have been the craziest they have ever been in my life! 

There is a paradise of natural beauty all around me, but I'm so busy running around I don't have much time to enjoy it.  Still, I am so thankful to live out here, for after that exhausting trip to a specialist, or that school meeting, or yet another trip to the discount grocery store to feed the kiddos, or to the feed store for the animals, or another doctor's appointment.......

I'll slip outside, breathe, and look around me.

Sometimes I'll shed a few tears.

It is beautiful.

I will kneel and pray, all alone, nothing but the sounds of birds and the breeze in the air.

I will smell the sweet perfume of Lilacs and Wisteria,

and I will be so grateful for this wild ride that I am on, because it just-so-happens to be that I am at the toughest part of it all now.

It was a hard winter, and a long one. 
I have slogged my way through so much mud and rain. Wondering all the while, if all this work is worth it.

For so many long weeks here things have been on the edge of blooming.  I have been so impatient, weeding, watching, waiting.  I keep checking the rose buds and sighing.  Things are about a month behind what they were last year, and it's hard to wait.  But while the farm and garden are important, I can't shake off the feeling that my most important work, the stuff that goes into my family, is a sort of waiting too, and that these kids of mine, and the amazing people that they are becoming, are all on the edge of bloom too.

If you'll pardon the parables, there are so many days I get up in the morning, wondering if I have the strength for just one more exhausting day of all this.

But when the blooms do finally start to burst open I know:

It's gonna be so beautiful.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

The Christmas Tree Tantrum, and Mittens



I've long said that our fake Christmas tree of the past 10 years has many times saved my marriage.  Long gone were the fights about how many lights to put on the tree, finding the 'perfect' tree, and what size would actually fit into our house.

Something nostalgic about having a daughter all grown-up possessed us to go cut down a real tree.  Our kids were thrilled, however, after getting it into the house I was reminded of all the reasons why we had a fake one in the first place.  I hated it, and threw a tantrum just like my two-year-old.  I wanted it to be perfect! It was not.  It wasn't full and even.  There was a large gap on one side, not hidden by turning the tree.  To fit it into the house, we had to cut off all the bottom branches, where the fullness had been.  It bothered me for days.  What I didn't realize, was that after all the lights were on, and the ornaments in place, it's natural beauty would shine through.  The imperfections of a real tree, of course, become part of it's charm.  It did finally grow on me, until I loved it, and I learned an important lesson, I think.

The 'perfect' tree, however, ended up being a tiny, two and a half foot, ugly, artificial tree in our son's hospital room this month.  We brought it with us, and hung some mini-lights and ornaments on it to cheer the space. It brought comfort to us, as well as joy to doctors, nurses, and visitors that came by.

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I had never imagined or thought about what an extended stay in a children's hospital could be like in the month of December.  Our son had a scheduled, expected, procedure that went well, however as the days passed, I saw many things that opened my eyes and my heart: cancer patients in pain, little babies hooked-up to tubes and alone, and the best, most patient, nurses in the whole world.  I met mothers who had been in and out of the hospital for months with their little ones.

During my stay there, I managed to finish some knitting projects: some gnomes and some booties.  I ran across a baby Norwegian cap I had knitted this summer, and as you know if you are a knitter, all baby hats are cursed; this one about two sizes too small for a newborn.  It was stuffed into the bottom of the knitting bag, having been forgotten.  I know God puts us in the right place at the right time though, because that little hat sized for a doll, made it's way down to the Neo-natal ICU, where it was very gratefully accepted.  So, I knitted on, finally finishing my very first pair of Norwegian mittens.

They were hard, not so much because of the knitting, I'm sure I could make them again, but because all the tedious pattern following.  Keeping my place on the chart with all of those little squares, while keeping the momentum of four small needles going was tricky.  I could not have done it at home with a two-year-old tugging at me, and while I had imagined a garland full of different Norwegian mittens, this one pair may be it. As I look at them I will always remember the kind nurses and staff at the hospital, that commented on my knitting, and watched my progress, some saying, "I always wanted to learn to do that!"   I am convinced that all the best Christmas angels work in children's hospitals.

We were released just three days before Christmas.  By then, most of the rooms had emptied, except for the few patients that would probably be staying there over the holiday weekend.  The day we were to go home was such a joy for us, but I found myself praying for all those we left behind. I left a part of my soul there.  I came home a little different: a little more grateful, a little less selfish, a little more aware, I hope.

Our Christmas was lovely.  Our Charlotte wanted "those things that farmers wear" and put her new overalls on right over her polka-dot sleeper pajamas.  Our Cookie got a teddy bear bigger than she is, and cuddled right up.  Our boys got new minky-soft blankets.  Our oldest got a vinyl Heart record and a guitar pedal.  It was a Christmas I won't soon forget, one where my own heart grew a few sizes bigger. 

Merry Christmas to all of our dear friends and family, we love you so much, and we wish you the most Happy New Year!

Friday, October 28, 2016

The Annual Sisters Pumpkin Challenge

For the past couple of years or so my Sister and I've had a friendly little Fall challenge.  Our Dad used to haul freight and came home once with a case or two of Libby's pumpkin puree.  Of course, these were not the cute little cans from the grocery store but #10 cans full!

It's a little tricky using up all that orange goo once you open the can, but my sister and I decided to have fun with it all and our Annual Pumpkin Challenge began - Completely unofficial though right? The Challenge ends when the puree is gone, or before it spoils.
Here are some pics and recipes if you'd like to see what we've been making.

Easiest Ever Pumpkin Muffins - From My Sister

This pumpkin cookie/muffin recipe is ridiculously easy and a great way to start baking with pumpkin puree. Despite all common sense, this recipe doesn't need any eggs. This recipe is our go-to when we want a quick fall baking fix.

1 box spice cake mix
1 15 oz can pumpkin puree
1 bag of chocolate or cinnamon chips
Mix and drop by spoonfuls onto a cookie sheet or into muffin papers in muffin tin. Bake about 17-18 minutes @ 350*

Pumpkin Chicken-Noodle Soup

Mire-Poix (1 cup each of diced onion, carrot, and celery)
One diced leek
salt to taste
1 bag of egg noodles of choice
1 box or container of chicken broth
3 chopped cooked chicken breasts
1/4 to 1/2 pound of chopped cooked sausage
1 to 2 cups pumpkin puree
dash of pumpkin pie spice or more to taste
Heavy cream or evaporated milk

In a large pot, sautee vegetebles with some salt until soft.  Add broth and water as needed.  After the soup comes to a boil, add noodles and cook until soft.  Add meat, pumpkin, and puree.  Add about a cup or more of heavy cream or evaporated milk.

Pumpkin Pancakes - From my Sister

Sometimes in our haste to use up the stuff we just throw pumpkin puree into what we already have going.  Like about a half a cup into these yummy pancakes.

You Had me at Hello Fall Cookies

Don't be tempted here to add more pumpkin.  To get the right texture, this cookie recipe can only take so much on the wet stuff.  You'll taste it though, I promise.

1 pound (4 sticks) of butter
2 cups brown sugar
1 1/2 cup white sugar
3 eggs
1 1/2 tsp salt
1 1/2 tsp soda
1/2 tsp pumpkin pie spice
1 1/2 Tbsp vanilla
1 scant cup pumpkin puree (sometimes less but never more)
2 drops red food coloring
2 drops yellow food coloring
7 cups flour
1 bag white chocolate chips

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Melt butter.  In the bowl of a mixer, measure out sugars, add butter and mix.  Add other ingredients, except flour and chips and mix.  Add flour and chips and mix.  Using a scooper, measure out scoops onto a cookie sheet, lightly sprayed or onto parchment.  Bake 10 to 12 minutes, or until just barely done.  Makes between four and five dozen for me.  These look and have the texture of the Pepperidge farm ones, but taste so much better!

Part Two!

After a few days my sister socked-it-to-me, with:

Our Favorite Pumpkin-Cinnamon Rolls

This one has been a favorite of both my sister and I for a few years.  She adds 1/2 cup of mashed potatoes to her dough.  Here's the recipe

So, I decided to have myself a Friday night Cook-a-thon, and pumped out the following:

Spicy Pumpkin Warm-up Drink

We sub out some of the heavy cream for evaporated milk. 

Crockpot Pumpkin French Toast Casserole

I used this recipe and added in quite a bit of pumpkin to the egg mixture.

Downeast Maine Pumpkin Bread

This one has been our family favorite for about 5 years. Seriously, it's so good.  I got the recipe here.

This got me, almost, to the bottom of my can!!
Then my sister had to up her game, and came back at me with:

Pumpkin Fettucine

Pumpkin Raviolli

(She always gets me with the homemade pasta)

with Pumpkin Filling

and Gorgonzola Sauce

and then she used the filling to make:

Pumpkin Pizza!

She used the filling for the ravioli as the base, and topped the pizza with sautéed onions,  fresh mozzarella and sage leaves. That finished up her can, making the men at her house grateful to finally have a break from all the orange. 

Not to be outdone just yet, I finished, yes finished,  off my can by making:

Sausage-Pumpkin Soup (NOT to be pictured here)

This was a very great mistake, according to all who eat here at my house, so I won't post the recipe here.  I did end my canned experience on a more positive note, with what ended up being our favorite thing to make, and eat:

Pumpkin Cookie Butter!

We bought a jar of this stuff at Trader Joe's on a whim (isn't that how it always starts?), and it became our favorite thing recently for sandwiches and whatever else.  I came across this recipe online, and when I saw how easy it was to make (three ingredients, seriously) I decided to give it a whirl.  The only change I made to the recipe was to substitute 1/2 cup pumpkin puree for the 1/4 cup water. (In the future I will try coconut oil instead of vegetable) We used ginger snaps for the cookies, for a nice dark spread for toast and weekday sandwiches.  Oh yeah, and dip some apple slices into it! This stuff is seriously addicting.

My house is now a mess, but at least it smells really good here, and it was a whole lot of fun.

This competition is now finished, and I found a good use for my can. Happy Fall!