Observation: I saw some stogy mushrooms poking out of the ground. Like upturned cups on stems they were a light brown. I didn’t get the feel of them since one cannot tell whether or not a mushroom is poisonous. We should leave this discovery to the experts after all.
Research: My research is from the Encyclopedia. I have learned that mushrooms grow from a root-like hyphae in the soil. The Fungi is grown in warm moist places, taking food from dead materials like animals. Under the mushrooms cap are little slits which are called gills. Spores grow on the gills and when the spores are ripe, they blow away till they find a moist place such as a rotten log. They grow very quickly. One day you see nothing unusual and the next day after a rain, mushrooms are poking out of the earth where you least expect them.
Some mushrooms you find in the forests are edible, but some like the fly amanita, which is red with white spots, are beautiful and deadly.
It is really strange that this kind of mushroom is often portrayed in video games and toys!
The most poisonous mushroom though is the destroying angel which is white with raised white bumps all over the cap.
The mushroom that I found is a brown cap that is very common in the USA.
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Monday, October 12, 2015
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Faery Continuation of Macron Diminished
King Winthrop had rooms prepared at once for the nobles of the Baron. Magnificent parlors draped in purple and green tapestry complete with ivory chessman on boards of cedar. Fresh rushes were placed for the less fortunate servants in the stone hall where they would reside till morning broke. A wild boer was killed and the plumpest apple was picked and rolled in sweet honey for the hogs mouth.
Baron Woodcock was merry for a long while, till Corabelle was brought in for the banquet. Dressed in a gray silk with purple girdle and scarlet poppies embroidered on the neck and sleeves, Corabelle curtsied to the King and then took her place on the right.
"Good evening Uncle Winthrop. Good evening Baron Woodcock," said Corabelle coldly.
"My dear sit down! We have with us tonight a vegetarian boer with honeyed apple stuffed in his unruly mouth! Minstrels and Jesters!" called King Winthrop thumping his scepter on the table.
Baron Woodcock sat back and twiddled his thumbs as the fools and minstrels danced sheepishly around the tables. He scowled as the entertainment progressed. "Enough!" cried the Baron. The Minstrels ran out with their guitars and the jesters with cocked hats flying.
"Well, Baron, my good fellow! Tell me thou story and business here in my far-fetched country," said King Winthrop groggily. He called for more spiced wine.
I shall tell you My business here in your far fetched country, O King. I am to leave next dawn for my hideaway of the Macron and there I shall make plans to woo the Lady Corabelle for a thousand pieces of silver and five mines of rarest jewels. Including my best dwarfs as miners for your majesty." The Baron stopped and reached for his goblet.
"You are drunk! Or you are lying!" cried Corabelle, standing up.
Silence, my niece, silence," said King Winthrop. "I shall of course make such a decision for you."
King Winthrop cleared his throat. "Our dearest country has know extreme poverty for decades and we would be most happy with mines and thousands of pieces. But how may I ask, ow will thou transport thy mines to our country?"
"I shall hitch all my horses to large wagons and bring all the jewels here and store then in your caverns, O King," answered Baron Woodcock slyly.
"And perhaps might our halls be carpeted?" asked WKing Winthrop rubbing his hands.
"Yes of course! The deepest green or red carpets of all the land!" praised Baron Woodcock.
"Done! Corabelle you leave tomorrow with Baron Woodcock. I acknowledge the marriage."
Corabelle cried aloud and fled.
to be continued.
Baron Woodcock was merry for a long while, till Corabelle was brought in for the banquet. Dressed in a gray silk with purple girdle and scarlet poppies embroidered on the neck and sleeves, Corabelle curtsied to the King and then took her place on the right.
"Good evening Uncle Winthrop. Good evening Baron Woodcock," said Corabelle coldly.
"My dear sit down! We have with us tonight a vegetarian boer with honeyed apple stuffed in his unruly mouth! Minstrels and Jesters!" called King Winthrop thumping his scepter on the table.
Baron Woodcock sat back and twiddled his thumbs as the fools and minstrels danced sheepishly around the tables. He scowled as the entertainment progressed. "Enough!" cried the Baron. The Minstrels ran out with their guitars and the jesters with cocked hats flying.
"Well, Baron, my good fellow! Tell me thou story and business here in my far-fetched country," said King Winthrop groggily. He called for more spiced wine.
I shall tell you My business here in your far fetched country, O King. I am to leave next dawn for my hideaway of the Macron and there I shall make plans to woo the Lady Corabelle for a thousand pieces of silver and five mines of rarest jewels. Including my best dwarfs as miners for your majesty." The Baron stopped and reached for his goblet.
"You are drunk! Or you are lying!" cried Corabelle, standing up.
Silence, my niece, silence," said King Winthrop. "I shall of course make such a decision for you."
King Winthrop cleared his throat. "Our dearest country has know extreme poverty for decades and we would be most happy with mines and thousands of pieces. But how may I ask, ow will thou transport thy mines to our country?"
"I shall hitch all my horses to large wagons and bring all the jewels here and store then in your caverns, O King," answered Baron Woodcock slyly.
"And perhaps might our halls be carpeted?" asked WKing Winthrop rubbing his hands.
"Yes of course! The deepest green or red carpets of all the land!" praised Baron Woodcock.
"Done! Corabelle you leave tomorrow with Baron Woodcock. I acknowledge the marriage."
Corabelle cried aloud and fled.
to be continued.
Monday, July 6, 2015
The Macron Diminished: A Faery Tale
Once upon a time in a far-fetched country, there lived a fair damsel by the name of Corabelle.
She had curls of gold and a brow of purest white and azure eyes which flashed cold when provoked.
Living in a high tower at the battlements of her Uncle, King Winthrop the II, Corabelle would sing lyrical songs on her bony lute to pass the dreary hours away. This had gone on for ever since little Corabelle was a little girl of seven and after her father, the Duke Cleric, and her mother the Lady Annabel had died of the plague.
One day the Baron Woodcock of the adjoining land of Ganderside came by with all his regiment to have a jolly visit with the the King.
The baron, Woodcock as he passed by on his fat white steed with purple banners fluttering behind him and the carts carrying his nobles, he heard a sweet sound coming from Corabelle's tower. Corabelle was singing a sad ballad of a black swan when Baron Woodcock motioned his knights nearer.
"Halt my good knights! What dost thou hear?"
A knight holding an alabaster helmet answered. "A fair lady is doing her utmost to welcome us with song and voice. If that be so, let us throw roses and serenade with your heralds, my Lord."
Yes! Fetch me the lovely flower of love, Sir Marc of Ganderside! I swear to give you my jeweled watch if thou does my bidding."
Baron Woodcock slapped the rump of his fat white horse and galloped under the window grinning foolishly.
The only flower Sir Marc found were blackberry blossoms and daises which were made into a crown and the bramble de-thorned. Both were tossed up and the heralds blew with all their might.
Corabelle looked out her window and grimaced. "Stop you Heralds! What do you mean by this? Imposed on a lady in her wer? Do you think I am the gatekeeper? Begone foolish knaves, Piggish nobles and barmy Baron!"
She tossed down the flowers and shut the window.
The Baron turned purple and with rage tore the wreath to unwanted shreds, looked at his knights and nobles and spoke. "She is like an ornery cow. But while this is past, let us present ourselves to the King Winthrop and bribe some refreshment and spiced wine."
To be continued sometime;)
She had curls of gold and a brow of purest white and azure eyes which flashed cold when provoked.
Living in a high tower at the battlements of her Uncle, King Winthrop the II, Corabelle would sing lyrical songs on her bony lute to pass the dreary hours away. This had gone on for ever since little Corabelle was a little girl of seven and after her father, the Duke Cleric, and her mother the Lady Annabel had died of the plague.
One day the Baron Woodcock of the adjoining land of Ganderside came by with all his regiment to have a jolly visit with the the King.
The baron, Woodcock as he passed by on his fat white steed with purple banners fluttering behind him and the carts carrying his nobles, he heard a sweet sound coming from Corabelle's tower. Corabelle was singing a sad ballad of a black swan when Baron Woodcock motioned his knights nearer.
"Halt my good knights! What dost thou hear?"
A knight holding an alabaster helmet answered. "A fair lady is doing her utmost to welcome us with song and voice. If that be so, let us throw roses and serenade with your heralds, my Lord."
Yes! Fetch me the lovely flower of love, Sir Marc of Ganderside! I swear to give you my jeweled watch if thou does my bidding."
Baron Woodcock slapped the rump of his fat white horse and galloped under the window grinning foolishly.
The only flower Sir Marc found were blackberry blossoms and daises which were made into a crown and the bramble de-thorned. Both were tossed up and the heralds blew with all their might.
Corabelle looked out her window and grimaced. "Stop you Heralds! What do you mean by this? Imposed on a lady in her wer? Do you think I am the gatekeeper? Begone foolish knaves, Piggish nobles and barmy Baron!"
She tossed down the flowers and shut the window.
The Baron turned purple and with rage tore the wreath to unwanted shreds, looked at his knights and nobles and spoke. "She is like an ornery cow. But while this is past, let us present ourselves to the King Winthrop and bribe some refreshment and spiced wine."
To be continued sometime;)
Monday, June 15, 2015
Pinecones & Pegs
All right, after racking my mind for pinecone crafts, I have come up with a few which might help clear under your pine tree.
PINECONE
1. Little pinecone owls. Felt beaks and perhaps goggly eyes and paper wings. Perhaps glue these on a little branch and display using a vase full of flowers with your owls huddled in the middle of a wondrous bouquet.
2. Pinecone wreath. Glue pinecones together to form a circle. Cut out magazine pieces and roll them up to form tiny telescopic shapes.
3. Pinecone frames. Glue an assortment of pinecones(don't use giant sequoia cones)around a wooden frame. If you want it to look nature-y press some flowers and glue these on also.
PEGS
Peg-dolls. I just heard about these from my cousins and they do look really cute! Online there are hand painted ones but they are so expensive and not exactly memorable. I think the easiest way to get pegs is to buy a cheap(or make)wooden coat rack and take off the pegs and paint away. But probably some craft store will have little pegs which can use.
I really wish I had pictures of my creations. Till next time. I didn't get the picture post I had dreamed up but perhaps you can share your ideas!
PINECONE
1. Little pinecone owls. Felt beaks and perhaps goggly eyes and paper wings. Perhaps glue these on a little branch and display using a vase full of flowers with your owls huddled in the middle of a wondrous bouquet.
2. Pinecone wreath. Glue pinecones together to form a circle. Cut out magazine pieces and roll them up to form tiny telescopic shapes.
3. Pinecone frames. Glue an assortment of pinecones(don't use giant sequoia cones)around a wooden frame. If you want it to look nature-y press some flowers and glue these on also.
PEGS
Peg-dolls. I just heard about these from my cousins and they do look really cute! Online there are hand painted ones but they are so expensive and not exactly memorable. I think the easiest way to get pegs is to buy a cheap(or make)wooden coat rack and take off the pegs and paint away. But probably some craft store will have little pegs which can use.
I really wish I had pictures of my creations. Till next time. I didn't get the picture post I had dreamed up but perhaps you can share your ideas!
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
June Diaries
I shall begin to write once more a newsy epistle. I shall start with the highlight of the day which is the welcoming of six new bunnies, born to Terra(Rylander)and father Blackie(Dutch mini lop.) They are very cute! Sadly our camera is out of batteries and so adieu to an excellent pictured post till next entry.
WE went camping last week in Le Pine OR at a wonderful place called Bull Bend. When we awoke after a freezing night, we saw ice floating down the nearby river. (A friend of ours said someone probably emptied their cooler!) So now I can say I have been up to my knees in icy water.
Also this year we went to the Turner Lamb Festival, which was great! We got to see elderly woman using spindles, a lamb show, a bottle-feeding contest, and a parade.
My writing is taking off and I am writing a mystery called Enfant Jesus and just finished a play, The Story of Jane Addams for our cousin thespian society. I was thinking of starting a historical novel about a deformed spartan boy but I still have to study my history.
I recovered some old stories long ago including a rather childish 'Peter the Pig' and 'Mary the Monkey' which were written when I was seven years old. If you really want to read some of the chapters, I will post them for you. I am not really ashamed, I think I have drastically improved.
Farm wise: We have been picking thistles, burs, and got our Chinese golden pheasant, Joseph settled in an old and abandoned rabbit hutch while we wait for an aviary to be built in the barn. Two new rabbits, Brendan and Brigit 'lightened' our doors, and our quail are laying little eggs, speckled, and some are green! Plums and apples are green knobs on the tree waving in the breeze, and the cow, Moon is to have a calf in July.
My mystery has taken up most of my craft time, and I am also in two plays for our church, and sing in a children's choir but stay tuned for my creativity usually sparks in odd moments like camping. In have to figure out what to do with driftwood & pinecones...
WE went camping last week in Le Pine OR at a wonderful place called Bull Bend. When we awoke after a freezing night, we saw ice floating down the nearby river. (A friend of ours said someone probably emptied their cooler!) So now I can say I have been up to my knees in icy water.
Also this year we went to the Turner Lamb Festival, which was great! We got to see elderly woman using spindles, a lamb show, a bottle-feeding contest, and a parade.
My writing is taking off and I am writing a mystery called Enfant Jesus and just finished a play, The Story of Jane Addams for our cousin thespian society. I was thinking of starting a historical novel about a deformed spartan boy but I still have to study my history.
I recovered some old stories long ago including a rather childish 'Peter the Pig' and 'Mary the Monkey' which were written when I was seven years old. If you really want to read some of the chapters, I will post them for you. I am not really ashamed, I think I have drastically improved.
Farm wise: We have been picking thistles, burs, and got our Chinese golden pheasant, Joseph settled in an old and abandoned rabbit hutch while we wait for an aviary to be built in the barn. Two new rabbits, Brendan and Brigit 'lightened' our doors, and our quail are laying little eggs, speckled, and some are green! Plums and apples are green knobs on the tree waving in the breeze, and the cow, Moon is to have a calf in July.
My mystery has taken up most of my craft time, and I am also in two plays for our church, and sing in a children's choir but stay tuned for my creativity usually sparks in odd moments like camping. In have to figure out what to do with driftwood & pinecones...
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
The Goings On
I haven't connected with my followers for over two weeks at least and so now is the time to reconnect and get together.
Homeschool assignment is writing a report on Joseph Stalin. I am really not into researching his life, he was one of the cruelest men in history. The interesting thing though about his life is that he was studying to become an orthodox priest, I was taken aback. This was before he got into communism.
We did The Old Woman in the Shoe recital and it was a success! But the only thing was no flash photography during the preformance and so we had to do little pics backstage from Aunt L. They are very cute though.)
Craft wise: My Grandma gave me a giftcard to Micheals for my 13th birthday so I am going to get some craft supplies for something inspiring. I am working on a scrapbook with my friend so that we can remember what we did in 2015 and our friendship. I think all friends and cousins, relatives, and everybody should at least make one scrapbook in their entire life, and I am working on two! (Well, I am not the busiest person though)
Homeschool assignment is writing a report on Joseph Stalin. I am really not into researching his life, he was one of the cruelest men in history. The interesting thing though about his life is that he was studying to become an orthodox priest, I was taken aback. This was before he got into communism.
We did The Old Woman in the Shoe recital and it was a success! But the only thing was no flash photography during the preformance and so we had to do little pics backstage from Aunt L. They are very cute though.)
Craft wise: My Grandma gave me a giftcard to Micheals for my 13th birthday so I am going to get some craft supplies for something inspiring. I am working on a scrapbook with my friend so that we can remember what we did in 2015 and our friendship. I think all friends and cousins, relatives, and everybody should at least make one scrapbook in their entire life, and I am working on two! (Well, I am not the busiest person though)
Monday, May 4, 2015
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Tuesday, April 28, 2015
How to Use Your Time More Wisely
This essay is only for people capable of trying new things and breaking cumbersome habits. You don't have to take any notice to this post if you are not interested but managing your time is a skill worth learning.
My morning is like this: Wake up, dive back under the covers. Seriously, I can do better than this!
Some people can hop out of bed with the sun, say prayers at the exact time and get off to appointments with no worries of being late. If your this person than you are perfect! I can take you as my role model. Doing my morning thing is not good for me. I feel grumpy if I am called, and I have been reading too much of L.M. Montgomery into the night. So I am giving myself some tips. Some may be useful for you, other's you don't have to really pay attention to. .
1. Have something really important to do in the morning so you have a sketchy idea about the beginning of your day.
2. Make a checklist of morning chores like making your bed, etc.
3. Have your clothes laid out before you go to bed so you will know what to do when you wake up.
4. Make sure your brother has a pet rooster near the house.**
5. Have a morning offering ready first thing.
6 Think of a good breakfast. You have had maybe more than ten hours of straight fast while your asleep!
Most helpful tip for me was 3. When I see the outfit I know what to do and it saves me a good rummage in my clothes drawer or closet.
**Don't pay attention to tip 4. My brother Clem has a rooster and a matronly hen outside my window. The rooster crows like he has indigestion, and it is not the happiest bugle call in the morning. I really wouldn't advise this since hearing Stanny has made me grumpy and revengeful of the animal and so I have to pray to St. Francis for guidance.
(I am just kidding!)
My morning is like this: Wake up, dive back under the covers. Seriously, I can do better than this!
Some people can hop out of bed with the sun, say prayers at the exact time and get off to appointments with no worries of being late. If your this person than you are perfect! I can take you as my role model. Doing my morning thing is not good for me. I feel grumpy if I am called, and I have been reading too much of L.M. Montgomery into the night. So I am giving myself some tips. Some may be useful for you, other's you don't have to really pay attention to. .
1. Have something really important to do in the morning so you have a sketchy idea about the beginning of your day.
2. Make a checklist of morning chores like making your bed, etc.
3. Have your clothes laid out before you go to bed so you will know what to do when you wake up.
4. Make sure your brother has a pet rooster near the house.**
5. Have a morning offering ready first thing.
6 Think of a good breakfast. You have had maybe more than ten hours of straight fast while your asleep!
Most helpful tip for me was 3. When I see the outfit I know what to do and it saves me a good rummage in my clothes drawer or closet.
**Don't pay attention to tip 4. My brother Clem has a rooster and a matronly hen outside my window. The rooster crows like he has indigestion, and it is not the happiest bugle call in the morning. I really wouldn't advise this since hearing Stanny has made me grumpy and revengeful of the animal and so I have to pray to St. Francis for guidance.
(I am just kidding!)
Mister Rogers' Neighborhood 1384
This is one of the best Mister Rogers! He plays the little puppets, my favorite is Henrietta and Lady Elaine! I love it so much and I hope you do too. (Now he is a perfect example of managing his time wisely.)
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
On the shelf #2
This Lent I made my first real loaf of bread and it turned ot perfect, though I didn't grease the pan so it stuck and wasn't as pretty on the platter as it was in the pan. We all learn our baking lessons.
I also made a banana cake-like bread, pizza bread, biscuits, which sadly tasted solely of baking powder, More-with-Less is baking powder crazy, since Mom's shortcake turned out like that once!)
I will get some pictures soon!
An early birthday present of a lovely oak bed set with two dressers and a beautiful wardrobe-like closet, along with a bedstead and mattress was given to me by Mom an Dad. It is so wonderful, queeny, and comfortable. I have been reading A Little Princess in it.
Craft wise I have made a little poncho for a little stuffed wolf of mine which is made of blue felt and has little red flowers machine stitched on. It looks very nice and I have been drawing constantly, using new styles and I have made a nature girl which is very pretty with a crown of leaves on her head. Next post I shall have it planned and have a good bit of fun, maybe an essay of some sort, a bundle of facts. Good bye till next time!
Note: My ballet recital is on May 17th, The Old Woman in the Shoe has a Party
at 2:00. Details can be given in person. I am a flower in Mistress Mary's garden and you can laugh at my costume. I will post pictures!;)
I also made a banana cake-like bread, pizza bread, biscuits, which sadly tasted solely of baking powder, More-with-Less is baking powder crazy, since Mom's shortcake turned out like that once!)
An early birthday present of a lovely oak bed set with two dressers and a beautiful wardrobe-like closet, along with a bedstead and mattress was given to me by Mom an Dad. It is so wonderful, queeny, and comfortable. I have been reading A Little Princess in it.
Craft wise I have made a little poncho for a little stuffed wolf of mine which is made of blue felt and has little red flowers machine stitched on. It looks very nice and I have been drawing constantly, using new styles and I have made a nature girl which is very pretty with a crown of leaves on her head. Next post I shall have it planned and have a good bit of fun, maybe an essay of some sort, a bundle of facts. Good bye till next time!
Note: My ballet recital is on May 17th, The Old Woman in the Shoe has a Party
at 2:00. Details can be given in person. I am a flower in Mistress Mary's garden and you can laugh at my costume. I will post pictures!;)
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
blogspot is wonderful!
I am back after such a tedious blog-fast this Lent, but now we are well into the Easter Octave, and I have a lot to tell my dear followers. So it is proven I can go two months without my dear blogspot,but oh, I shall save this sacrifice strictly for lent, I am so glad to get back on that I am ashamed!
Besides having a lovely date to see Cinderella in the cinema with Mom, We have a priest staying with us until May 13th. Fr. W is really helping us in our home, our bickering is lessening and we have daily power walks around the neighborhood, strange smoothies, (one tasted like salad dressing!)and having exercise in the driveway. We also have been having a sugar rush our in between snacks consisting of left over jelly beans, easter bunnies and other confectionary which isn't really the norm, only on Easter and christmas in our house so the little kids are effected and the big kids groan in bed with a pain in the stomach. But we are having a fine time in the Turner hills.
I ordered a nook reader the friday before Holy Week and made a promise not to open it till Easter, thinking it would be easier since it was due on Good Friday. Sadly it was Amazon prime, which has its good points but it arrived on tuesday of Holy week so the suffering of looking at the package was intense.
Bu I am fully enjoying reading all these books, I am just finishing up with The Old Fashioned Girl by Lousia May Alcott. I must start on Robinson Crusoe soon too.
Creative-wise I decided to crochet rosaries for Mama, Papa and Fr. W. It was fine, and easy save the crosses which had difficulties in forming. But I think they enjoyed them. I also made a little book for Mama about what Mother's answer to childrens future, for example, Child:'Mummy, what would happen if I married a king?'Mummy: 'I'd be very happy for you and we'd live in a Castle in the clouds!" My favorite part of making the book was the drawings because I love art.
On March 3rd I had an image in my mind of a crow and a dove, curled around the egg shaped world, the crow was much larger than the dove and I think the crow represents the evil in the world, and the dove goodness. The painting was titled, the Birds Reward, and I don't know how it came to mind.
Anyway I must stop for Fr. W. gave me a job of rubbing something off a chalice with my fingernails, so adieu till next post, mon chere!
Monday, February 16, 2015
Valentine's Past, Mardi Gras, Now Lent?
I cannot believe that Ash Wednesday's in two more days! Lent is upon us, easter bunnies are pervading the aisle's already, we are all in shock. I had my 2nd gum operation on the 11th so Valentine's Day was a meager affair in my case. So I am saving my stash of Valentine goodies for a rich and toothsome Mardi Gras.
But as Catholics we do not celebrate Mardi Gras with the masks, and necklaces. We celebrate with leftover Valentine Candies, preparations for Ash Wednesday, taking down of the enjoyable christmas decor, and replacing it with purple tablecloths and lenten reminders. We are also getting ready for a 40 day fast from daily pleasures that haunt us the rest of the year.
It is a time of discipline really. We are emptying ourselves of luxuries, those little things help Jesus hold up the cross and it lifts our sacks of burdens back on our shoulders and determines us to go the extra mile.
OK, back to the subject of Mardi Gras. There are other names that describes this day better then elaborate Mardi Gras. (That word makes me think of old time minstrel shows) We have Shrove Tuesday, which is a bit on the mild side, the more fitting name is Fat Tuesday for we are feasting on pastimes which are out of the question for Lent.
Our tradition for this last day of fun is sometimes Pancakes for breakfast, and at night sundaes with mounds of candy on top, last time we made mountainous candy cupcakes. So in this way we are fattening up for a very thinning Lent.
The Newsy side: This year we made homemade Valentines for our friends and family, and so it was a very rich St. Valentines. We spent the afternoon in the pasture rolling about in the sweet grass, enjoying the sun and having a good old time. Mom and Dad went out and we watched Tigger's Big Movie.
And so I do think that we are ready for a good Lent as a Family.
But as Catholics we do not celebrate Mardi Gras with the masks, and necklaces. We celebrate with leftover Valentine Candies, preparations for Ash Wednesday, taking down of the enjoyable christmas decor, and replacing it with purple tablecloths and lenten reminders. We are also getting ready for a 40 day fast from daily pleasures that haunt us the rest of the year.
It is a time of discipline really. We are emptying ourselves of luxuries, those little things help Jesus hold up the cross and it lifts our sacks of burdens back on our shoulders and determines us to go the extra mile.
OK, back to the subject of Mardi Gras. There are other names that describes this day better then elaborate Mardi Gras. (That word makes me think of old time minstrel shows) We have Shrove Tuesday, which is a bit on the mild side, the more fitting name is Fat Tuesday for we are feasting on pastimes which are out of the question for Lent.
Our tradition for this last day of fun is sometimes Pancakes for breakfast, and at night sundaes with mounds of candy on top, last time we made mountainous candy cupcakes. So in this way we are fattening up for a very thinning Lent.
The Newsy side: This year we made homemade Valentines for our friends and family, and so it was a very rich St. Valentines. We spent the afternoon in the pasture rolling about in the sweet grass, enjoying the sun and having a good old time. Mom and Dad went out and we watched Tigger's Big Movie.
And so I do think that we are ready for a good Lent as a Family.
Monday, February 9, 2015
Fun, Happy, Real
I haven't been doing much crocheting in a while, so I finally got hooked once again last night. I really love the loopy effect, and I had blue on hand, so I made a blue dahlia which looks quite extreme and beautiful. It does remind me of Clade Monets Water-lily series, which are amazing!
Oh, also I mentioned finger-knitting quite a few times in other posts.
Anyway, I also made that cup warmer in previous post on the christmas eve post! Which was really exiting since that was one of the first projects that I made using my fingers. Esther can finger knit, all except Abel can, so it is yarn mania on cozy afternoons!
Besides my yarny epistle I have to mention to you about milk. We found in the fridge some spoiled milk, and we couldn't waste it and so we had an experiment using food coloring and pie pans, making a beautiful 'milk painting'!
It got a little murky after a while and so we had to throw it away, but just using dawn dish soap, Q-tip, spoiled fat milk, and food coloring, you have a wonderful painting which sparks inspiration!
Oh, also I mentioned finger-knitting quite a few times in other posts.
Anyway, I also made that cup warmer in previous post on the christmas eve post! Which was really exiting since that was one of the first projects that I made using my fingers. Esther can finger knit, all except Abel can, so it is yarn mania on cozy afternoons!
Besides my yarny epistle I have to mention to you about milk. We found in the fridge some spoiled milk, and we couldn't waste it and so we had an experiment using food coloring and pie pans, making a beautiful 'milk painting'!
Friday, February 6, 2015
Marco Polo, Merchant From Venice
Marco Polo was born in Venice to a family of merchants. His father, Nicolo, and Uncle, Maffeeo were the main providers of the family and often went on long trading trips to Eastern lands.
One trip to China brought a useful friendship with the King there. The Polo men spoke of Christ and the Catholic faith, drawing the King nearer to Christianity. "I invite you back to my beloved country. I wish you to ask the pope to allow priests to come and teach my people about your Christ," the King said, when the Polo's spoke of leaving for Venice.
Nicolo promised readily and the Polo's left for their homeland. They spent two years with their family, which gladdened their hearts to the fullest extent. It made them so happy that they decided to bring Marco, who was seventeen at the time, with them on the next trip to China.
They also brought two priests, who had to flee for their lives when turks came upon them as they neared the mountains of China. After escaping the Turks, the three Polo's arrived at the palace.
The king was very happy to see them, Marco became a favorite and the King made him Messenger which gave him a chance to explore further the wonderful new world.
The Polo's saw the process of Silkworms, they experienced heat from black rocks(coal), they saw the silver and gold mines, and the islands which were like floating worlds.
More than twenty years away from home, the Polo's yearned for colorful Venice. They went back, bringing with them spices, silk, coal, and many other treasures which had been given to them by the King.
In Venice, many family and friends had died, leaving ignorant folk who couldn't believe that these were the Polo's, who had sailed for China more than twenty years ago. Marco told of all he had seen, coal, and the silver and gold mines. It left a deep impression on the people. Before he died, Marco's story was recorded down, and has since been handed down thru our history books. The End
P.S. This was part of our homeschooling exercise, two page essay a week. It is fun, we get to pick our own subject, but there is a lot more to know about Marco Polo
One trip to China brought a useful friendship with the King there. The Polo men spoke of Christ and the Catholic faith, drawing the King nearer to Christianity. "I invite you back to my beloved country. I wish you to ask the pope to allow priests to come and teach my people about your Christ," the King said, when the Polo's spoke of leaving for Venice.
Nicolo promised readily and the Polo's left for their homeland. They spent two years with their family, which gladdened their hearts to the fullest extent. It made them so happy that they decided to bring Marco, who was seventeen at the time, with them on the next trip to China.
They also brought two priests, who had to flee for their lives when turks came upon them as they neared the mountains of China. After escaping the Turks, the three Polo's arrived at the palace.
The king was very happy to see them, Marco became a favorite and the King made him Messenger which gave him a chance to explore further the wonderful new world.
The Polo's saw the process of Silkworms, they experienced heat from black rocks(coal), they saw the silver and gold mines, and the islands which were like floating worlds.
More than twenty years away from home, the Polo's yearned for colorful Venice. They went back, bringing with them spices, silk, coal, and many other treasures which had been given to them by the King.
In Venice, many family and friends had died, leaving ignorant folk who couldn't believe that these were the Polo's, who had sailed for China more than twenty years ago. Marco told of all he had seen, coal, and the silver and gold mines. It left a deep impression on the people. Before he died, Marco's story was recorded down, and has since been handed down thru our history books. The End
P.S. This was part of our homeschooling exercise, two page essay a week. It is fun, we get to pick our own subject, but there is a lot more to know about Marco Polo
Monday, February 2, 2015
A Bluebird Of Buttons
Grandma W. gave this to me for Christmas, using buttons from the old days! This is such a perfect blog picture. I love it!
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Winco & LifeSource Experiences
Last night we had a wonderful winter picnic, feasting on mugs of potato soup, which was rich and creamy! And as we drunk our fill, a mist enveloped the farm so that we couldn't see the road which runs right in front of our barn. It grew thicker as we spoke, and we needed to do a few errands that night and so bundled up and in the car we made our journey to Winco.
We stopped at LifeSource to get Cod Liver Oil(which we all LOVE!) and we got some other small provisionss. I am not going to give all the details online, but I'm sure you get the picture!
The Winco trip can be described by one word, Crazy.
Now, we are a wonderfully sized family, its very perfect, but when Abe got out of the cart, we took turns holding him and following him thru one aisle after the other.
Also Winco has hardly no covers on their candy selections, and it was very hard to tell Abe, we had to buy them. But he got to pick out a treat for Karol, who as our sweet Yorkshire Rat, needed some encouragement after a weekend of outside! (Dad found something in the guest room.)
It was between a rawhide bone or a pack of ribbony strips.
Abe picked the 'bacon'. This was really a once-in-a-lifetime experience, not to mention our other shopping expeditions.
We stopped at LifeSource to get Cod Liver Oil(which we all LOVE!) and we got some other small provisionss. I am not going to give all the details online, but I'm sure you get the picture!
The Winco trip can be described by one word, Crazy.
Now, we are a wonderfully sized family, its very perfect, but when Abe got out of the cart, we took turns holding him and following him thru one aisle after the other.
Also Winco has hardly no covers on their candy selections, and it was very hard to tell Abe, we had to buy them. But he got to pick out a treat for Karol, who as our sweet Yorkshire Rat, needed some encouragement after a weekend of outside! (Dad found something in the guest room.)
It was between a rawhide bone or a pack of ribbony strips.
Abe picked the 'bacon'. This was really a once-in-a-lifetime experience, not to mention our other shopping expeditions.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
What We Do As A Family
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
The Creative Saints
•St. Clare, the patron saint of needle workers, learned the intricate embroidery of Siena and worked the beauty into the cloths that covered the altars in the region.
•St. Rafqa of Lebanon (the unofficial patron saint of knitters), although blind, crippled, and bed-ridden, spun wool and knit kneeler covers for the sisters in her convent.
•St. Thomas Kozaki, one of the Martyrs of Nagasaki, worked with his carpenter father on the cabinetry for the Franciscan Missionaries.
•St. Catherine of Bologna was a painter and manuscript illuminator.
•Fra Angelico’s famous paintings inspire many to take up a brush.
St. John Bosco created a print workshop so that his boys could learn the craft of printing and bookbinding.
Not to mention Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, Paul, James, King Solomon who wrote books in the bible. St. Rose of Lima planted Roses for a living to help her family, creativity isn't all that Modern! I saw this, and I at once thought that wouldn't this be a wonderful way to celebrate creativity by honoring the creative saints? I can see a St. Rafqa Knitters Guild, St. Clare's Embroidery Shop, isn't it amazing?
In Brazil, all the colors of the rainbow are used in their products, our friends went on a cruise there and brought back piranha magnet, a rattle/blowgun decorated with feathers, and bags from Aruba. America has just as much color!!!
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Yay for 2015!
My Gum surgery went great....thanks for all your prayers! I am now enjoying this new year with a wonderful rest and lots of attention from my lovely family. I love you all so much. My resolutions are 1)morning prayer, and 2)tea without sugar. Woohoo for 2015!
Monday, December 29, 2014
Christmas 2014
Christmas this year was richness itself! We dined on lamb, pork, salad, mashed potatoes, yams and homemade marshmallows, and eight pies, chocolate and pumpkin at Grandma's house, and had gifts which came upon us! It was really nice. At home we awoke at six a.m. and Dad rung his new cowbell, the signal for stockings.
On Christmas eve after Vigil Mass, we listened to Handles Messiah, and had cookies and popcorn. In the stockings, I received deodorant, the boys all got yo-yo's which now are the fad here, and Able and Essie were happy with a crazy elf with purple hair and watercolors
It was beautiful and everyone was shouting, "Oh, look at this! "Oooo!" After this excitment, Papa showed s upstairs, and as he does every year, he said, "Now look at this-Look how good Jesus is to us, I can't believe how many presents..." We opened them all that morning, and had breakfast of chocolate pumpkin muffins and bacon which got on some of the packages. I crocheted Eph's little monk, Father Lionel, that he got last year, a festive hat with a plume.
My favorite home gift was a nutcracker from Eph and Zac which I christened, Krisnut, and I dance with him every night before bed. He is like me and Essie's mascot, and stands to attention on the bookcase. Mass was beautiful too, Eph and Clem served and did a very good job, and we looked at the creche. It was a beautiful Christmas, and when I looked at the babe in the manger I thought, "Jesus only had three gifts, and look at us, we are rich and full with good things. Jesus, let us always remember, you are the reason for the season!" I want to thank Grandma for the gifts, especially a bluebird, covered with family buttons, Thank you!
On Christmas eve after Vigil Mass, we listened to Handles Messiah, and had cookies and popcorn. In the stockings, I received deodorant, the boys all got yo-yo's which now are the fad here, and Able and Essie were happy with a crazy elf with purple hair and watercolors
It was beautiful and everyone was shouting, "Oh, look at this! "Oooo!" After this excitment, Papa showed s upstairs, and as he does every year, he said, "Now look at this-Look how good Jesus is to us, I can't believe how many presents..." We opened them all that morning, and had breakfast of chocolate pumpkin muffins and bacon which got on some of the packages. I crocheted Eph's little monk, Father Lionel, that he got last year, a festive hat with a plume.
My favorite home gift was a nutcracker from Eph and Zac which I christened, Krisnut, and I dance with him every night before bed. He is like me and Essie's mascot, and stands to attention on the bookcase. Mass was beautiful too, Eph and Clem served and did a very good job, and we looked at the creche. It was a beautiful Christmas, and when I looked at the babe in the manger I thought, "Jesus only had three gifts, and look at us, we are rich and full with good things. Jesus, let us always remember, you are the reason for the season!" I want to thank Grandma for the gifts, especially a bluebird, covered with family buttons, Thank you!
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