Thursday, May 15, 2014

A few spring developments

Let's just say it's been a while since I posted on my lonesome blog.
Just look how cold it was the last time!  But winter has passed, although I sometimes doubted it ever would, and spring is now in full swing.

The hills are alive with birdsong and they are lush with new green.

Our "baby girl" just graduated from college, and she will be starting a big girl job in a couple of weeks.

(I messed up on the  pic at right, because my camera case got in the way, but I kind of like the way it framed Chelsea's pretty profile.
                      I have no idea who that feller in the background is.)

Chelsea was so elated to be out of school, that she bought herself a pup.  His name is Leo.  He has very long ears, and he poops a lot.

One of Chelsea's best buds, also her first cousin and my niece, just graduated with a nursing degree.

She's so happy to be outta there!

And her mama is obviously very proud.

My parents are proud too...their first three grandgirls, all college grads.

The bar is set high for these two.

There are other exciting developments in our lives.

We're going to be grandparents again!

This time, it's a girl. A girl!

What a blessing they are, these girls who grow up too fast.

The little guys are pretty special too. 
       Yes, they are.  

Thursday, January 23, 2014

A few snowy scenes

Weather forecasters call the cold "brutal" and "numbing."  It can be, for sure, but the snow and ice create some beautiful scenes.

Note the snow sculpture on the barn roof. 

Google + added the snow effect, but check out the ice.  

I like this pattern... 

and the fact that this old smokehouse stands through yet another winter.

A little blurry, but I love the mystical look of this photo.  

Saturday, January 11, 2014

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep

I agree with Robert Frost.  The woods are lovely--dark and deep.

They are cold and mysterious and moody--yet beautiful in a quiet way.

This is still life.

I wish I could step through the page and walk a one-lane deserted road whenever I want.

My siblings, cousins and I played on these cliffs when we were kids.

I love their craggy old faces, the lines that deepen with every ice storm, rainfall, cold snap.

The mist hovers around them like a breath, warm and personal.

                    My pictures below don't do the "frost flowers" justice, which I thought were beautiful on the first sub-zero morning we've seen for a while.

     How can spiky blooms form on sheets of ice on moving water?

   I don't understand how it happens, but it's beautiful.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

This is more or less how it was..

December's Nablopomo theme is more/less, which lends itself to more or less everything.

We attended a second family Thanksgiving dinner today, and I ate more food than was necessary.  I wish I'd eaten less.

We had more or less the same people there, but next Thanksgiving there will be another little one (my nephew's wife is expecting in the next couple of weeks.)

Our Clay seemed to enjoy his time visiting with family. He listened to an elf on a rocking sleigh sing "Grandma got run over by a reindeer" about 50 times--less of that might not have been a bad idea either.

But, it's all good--more memories, more good times, more reasons to be grateful.
 I think Clay would like more piggy-back rides.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Flavorful, sweet local tastes of fall

We've still got a few winter pears from the tree out back, and, because I've been super busy this year, I just bought a quart of black walnut meats.  They have a pungent, earthy taste and smell unlike anything else in this world.

I was given a quart of wild honey harvested from Drip Rock a weekend or two ago.  I swear it's the best honey I've ever eaten...tastes like golden rod, apple blossoms and clover...smells like the lazy-sounding drone of busy bees... runs golden like humid summer mornings.

In the back of my mind, I've been wondering how to combine those flavors. In a fruit salad, perhaps?

This morning inspiration came from out of the blue, and I decided to make pancakes.

I mixed some self-rising flour, a big tablespoon full of cold leftover oatmeal from another breakfast, a bit of yellow cornmeal, some baking powder and salt, an egg and some milk. I chopped about half a ripe pear and stirred that in, then I coated a griddle with coconut oil.

I spooned the batter out to fry, then sprinkled chopped black walnuts on the pancakes before I flipped them.

I didn't measure the ingredients, but my "recipe" made about four small pancakes. When they were golden brown and done, I topped them with a pat of butter, then I drizzled some mountain honey over them and plowed through them with my fork.

Ummm, they were good.  And I didn't have to wonder anymore how the combination of pear, black walnut and honey would taste.

The flavors were sweetly earthy, grown from the same dirt I came from, and very satisfying.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Fun times lighting up the Rivertown

Clay really, really enjoyed the horse-drawn carriage ride today at the Light up the River town event.

He wasn't too impressed with Santa, though.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

I'm loving the muted colors of fall

I don't like it getting dark so early on these late autumn days, but there's something very beautiful about the soft greys and browns of a bare Kentucky landscape.

I like this photo that I took today.