With all the reports from friends of lovely things baking, I am convicted. Today, I must at least stir up some chocolate fudge. I like the old-fashioned kind that’s just cocoa, sugar, vanilla, butter, and milk. It isn’t hard at all, just takes a long time and when it reaches soft-ball stage, it requires a […]
Dec 18, 2016
Arctic Cold, Old Man Winter’s Breath
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I feel as if I may be in the Arctic this morning! It’s six degrees. There’s only a skift of snow, but under it is ice. Streets, highways, sidewalks are all slick and dangerous. It’s a good morning to stay inside. And read. And write. And read some more. Presently, about the only reading I’m […]
Dec 17, 2016
Snowflakes on the Tree
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The tree is fully decorated now–my mother’s crocheted snowflakes are on it. Somehow, when I put decorations on the tree December 1, I couldn’t find the boxes of my mother’s snowflakes. Where were they? Well, yesterday, I found them tucked away safely inside another box and now the tree looks finished, completed, and ready to […]
Dec 15, 2016
Hilarity and the Cozy Critters
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Was it because Christmas is just around the corner or was a spirit of hilarity in the air? Whatever it was, merriment prevailed around the hundred-year old table at yesterday’s critique. Jane brought a rum cake and, let me tell you, it was so delicious that we all asked for the recipe. With the temperatures hovering […]
Dec 13, 2016
Light and Dark, Good and Evil, and Mysteries
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I woke up this morning thinking, Lord, in something as important as Life with its potential for making lots of mistakes, I need a do-over. Does anybody else ever feel that way? It is dark this morning. My quiet neighbor goes to his car, lunch box in hand, ready to head off into the day. […]
Dec 12, 2016
Thoughts About the First Christmas
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My family and I like to light the Advent candles on the Sundays before Christmas. Yesterday, after lighting the candles, we talked about the stable where the Lord was born. I have a small crèche which looks like a tiny house with Mary, Joseph, the shepherds, and a few animals. In reality, the stable probably was […]
