The Blog: Spellbound by our own imperfect lives...

I see I started this, then forgot. What a surprise. It's from A Pioneer Woman Cooks . I'm going to make it again tomorrow since we have such a bountiful harvest of tomatoes and  it's so good. I'm not going to smush the crusts together only to spend twenty minutes rolling them out. I think I'll use a tart pan and something else...not sure what. Maybe a round pizza pan. Well, that is all I have to say about that this morning.

I had to tease my school teaching friends about my activities this week. They are sitting in a warm auditorium, listening to the motivational speaker of the year and I am sitting in my hammock chair, feeling groovy. My big accomplishments for the week so far are also pictured; coffee drinking on the porch, reading, tending the little library, and watching the geese fly over the meadows and fields. Yesterday morning, when we walked you could smell autumn in the air. And then we saw the beautiful geese. I have had two blissful nights of sleep. Pathetic when you have to brag about sleeping, I know. Something Told the Wild Geese by Rachel Field Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered,-'Snow.' Leaves were green and stirring, Berries, luster-glossed, But beneath warm feathers Something cautioned,-'Frost.' All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spice, But each wild breast stiffened At re

I really loathe August. I hate it almost as much as March. Both are gray and damp and weird temperatures so you never know how to dress. I have tried, and mostly been successful, at learning to tolerate March. I decided to think of it as preparation for spring...a blanket of fog getting us ready for the new season. I have not been so successful with August. I grit my teeth and wait for fall to arrive. It's been a grand summer. We've taken lots of walks around the hospital, seen some beautiful clouds, spent a day on the radio as program directors, and done a ton of sitting around staring out the porch windows at the sunflowers.    I try to live a rich full life. Some days that means getting things done, some days it means a long nap and a book. I have been reading a lot of mystery novels again this summer. Don't know where that interest came from again but I have been whipping through them...on my sleepless nights. Woodrow and I like to wake up about 4 am