I finished my quilt top today. Now for the embellishment, which is of course the whole reason for making it.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Susan and Marty spent the weekend with us. Being born and raised in the city, Marty was quite expressive in his delight of our birds, too much food and the darkness of the night. Being born and raised in the country I take all of this for granted. I shouldn't.
About ten minutes from our farm is Hamilton Falls. This miracle of nature would impress anyone.
With our abundance of rain, the water was roaring down this mountain stream and over the falls. I was so happy to be able to walk through the woods again. At least I will never take that for granted.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
A few years back my sister, Sandie, was visiting from Hawaii. In our travels around Vermont she came upon these cookies, well, not actually these cookies. She paid $6 for a package of 6 cookies. YIKES! I got to taste them and boy were they good.
I never buy cookies especially at that price so I decided to see if I could replicate them. This recipe is what I came up with and they are very close if not exact. See what you think:
1 Cup of butter
½ Cup brown sugar (packed)
1 Tsp. Vanilla
1 Cup all-purpose flour
½ Tsp. Soda
2 Cups Bob’s Red Mill Oats
Mix butter, sugar, and vanilla until fluffy. Measure flour by dipping method. Blend flour, soda, and oats; stir into butter mixture.
Heat oven to 350 degrees. Roll dough ¼ inch thick on lightly floured board. Cut in squares. Bake on ungreased baking sheet for 10 minutes.
I would normally chill shortbread dough for an hour but in this case, because of the oats, chilling will make it difficult to roll and cut.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Happy Mother's Day Mom.
I can't spend the day with her today. She lives on the Cape and I live in Vermont.
At church this morning we talked about our moms. One of the things she gave me as a child is faith. She took us to church every Sunday and instilled in us the importance of something bigger than us in control of childish fears and expectations.
Faith is the bird sensing the light, singing his song before dawn.