I made this early today from a recipe at Joy the Baker, a really fun & beautiful site ... trying to use all the extra berries I can right now. It smelled and tasted great but next time I probably would be lighter with the dollops of the biscuit dough on top or add more strawberries. I used about a pint and a half and really liked the part of roasting them some in the skillet. With my love of cinnamon, I also added a tiny bit to the biscuit dough.
So, hope you enjoy the bounty of berries, hope you get to work in gardens, soak up sunshine, play some and have a wonderful weekend!
The Mountain Man shop.
And also on this day, we'll just say many years ago, a big, healthy baby boy joined our family ... my first son who is still such a wonderful and sweet and remarkable man.
Happy Birthday, Kip. You are so well loved!
We had a chance during this beautiful weekend to check out our new neighborhood a bit more and we didn't have to go far to find this outrageous, one of a kind home and yard. Just up the street, it is where the artist, Starr Kempf, found the perfect place for some of his wonderful creations to live.
Larry remembered doing an interview with him years ago and said it was such a pleasure and
one of the most enjoyable of his career.
We are looking forward to discovering much more in this very interesting place that we've been
lucky enough to land in for now.
Here's a couple especially for you, Ginnie ... not really sure what they are supposed to be but really reminded me of you and the awesome weather vanes that you share!
I thought since there is still so much energy and time being devoted to the big (to tiny) move and I really don't want to blab about that anymore that I would revisit my Vision & Verb posts, starting with the very first one and since today is this sweet man's birthday again it seems very right.
Faith & Hope
February 18th 2012
This photo of my dad, Johnny Paul, has been around for so long, but I am seeing it in such a different way lately. After being a mom and a grandma, and finally becoming a grown up, I can see the very young, very scared boy. A quiet, sweet country boy from Georgia wondering how he came to be on this cold mountain in a far away land.
And I can see now, too, how it was for him when he finally came home. He came home to meet Dorothy, a city girl with a pack of sisters, and the two of them married and had three daughters. The man was surrounded by women, all pretty high spirited, to say the least.
Thu the years the families grew - an outrageous amount of cousins who turned into our own crazy, wild pack. And of course, there were all the uncles. I remember at so many family get togethers, all of these slim, handsome men gathered to the side, away from the noise, having serious conversations. Usually Uncle Melvin, who had lost a leg during a ship battle, could lighten things up with one of his jokes and big laugh.
After knowing war so constantly in our daily lives for so many years now, I hope and pray that those uncles were helping each other deal with things after they were home. I don't think they talked much about it to the women, I know as girls we did not give it a lot of thought, as sad as that seems.
But I see that we can have faith in the girls around now, in countries all over, with their sharp minds and deep passions. I truly believe that this next generation, all these young people who want peace and good lives, will not tolerate another decade like we've had and they will nurture a
belief in a better way.
I think they will get it right.
Happy Birthday, Daddy, once again ~~ love you, miss you.
I did not include here all the wonderful, warm comments left by the sweet V&V sisters when this was published but I read them all again just now and I'm reminded of what a special group of women who were pulled together for this project, of all the encouragement, learning and fun we had ~
I really miss it so much.