Saturday, August 31, 2013

I can see clearly now...

This weekend I have the pleasure of hanging out in one of my favorite places with one of my favorite people and some of his friends.  Time to recharge my internal batteries.

Growing up, my family and I spent our summer vacations on Santa Rosa Island (Pensacola Beach, Florida)  The sugar white sands and warm gulf are equated with fun family memories and soothing relaxation.  Every year we stayed at the same motel, usually in the same room.  It was not uncommon for the owner to call if reservations had not been made by a certain date.  The accommodations bordered on spartan.  The building was concrete block and there was a gap at the bottom of the door that sand was always blowing through.  It was PERFECT!  As far as I am concerned, I am there for the beach and water not much of anything else.  Give me a place to sleep and easy access to those dunes and all is good.

The memories of those trips are priceless.  My Mother always packed a big straw bag with a thermos of coffee (served in a solo coffee cup cozy), a few snack crackers, the travel Atlas and baggies filled with wet washcloths.  We always drove...14 hours spread over two days.  The first day would find us spending the night in Hattiesburg, and driving the rest of the way the next.  Gotta love the Bankhead Tunnel in Mobile!  One year, Mother read Jaws aloud on the trip...yikes!!  My sister and I would sit in the back seat with an invisible line drawn down the middle of the seat and beach towels hooked on the windows to block the sun.

The back of the car was always jammed full of luggage, coolers and sacks of groceries.  No fast food runs.  Instead, we would stop at rest stops along the way and feast on vienna sausages, mini cans of beanie weanie, chips, and ice cold Dad's Root Beer or grape soda.  Breakfast and lunch once there was mini cereal boxes with milk and sandwiches from foods kept in the cooler in the room.  Dinner out was a treat and was wonderful.

On one of the very first trips we made, a song came on the radio which embodied the spirit of the renewal these trips provided.  From that point on, this song was the soundtrack of our summers.  When I hear it, I am immediately transported back in time and am crossing the bridge to the island with my family.

Ahhhhh...sun, sand and at least one son with me (wish it was all three)...I can see clearly now!

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Putting up...

Happy Saturday!

What's on your agenda for the day?

We have already been up, made a delivery for the shop, hit the Farmer's Market for eggs, a few beets and some more of the insanely sweet peaches from last week. They got canned and so will these. What better way to enjoy the bounty of organically and locally grown peak of season fruits in the dead of winter. 

Now it's time to hit the road to go pick pears. My father-in-law has a rent house that has cherry and pear trees on the property. We nearly missed the cherries a couple of months ago due to the crazy travel schedule this year has brought with it.  The trees were dripping with fruit and even at the last minute provided enough for 16 quarts of pie filling.  THAT was a super long night of sorting, pitting, cooking and canning!!  Rumor has it the pear trees are equally loaded. Yay for more late night canning escapades! (Never mind that my kitchen floor, counters and fridge are overloaded with enough produce from our garden to open our own market. It may be the dead of winter before I finish getting everything canned.)

Advantages of road trips in the truck:  knitting while sitting on a bench seat scrunched up next to my sweetie.  

Make it a great day and be ever aware of the blessings before you. 

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

I have no words...

I mean really.

I know that I have been totally AWOL around here and have managed to somehow lose the entire month of July.  NOT to say that my absence from here relates to nothing going on.

Although it went by like a flash, July was filled to the brim with activities and memory making with some of my all time favorite people that I can never ever get enough time sons.  Lots of changes and moves happening that tugged at this Mama's heart in a way that the average person cannot and does not's a military thing.

Normally, when they descend upon the house, cries of "make this...make that" are refrains of happiness for me.  This time, the focus during our travels and time at home were more about being with people that may not be seen again for quite some time.  That, and for one kiddo in particular, partaking of mass quantities of favorite fast foods to "stock up".

So imagine my surprise, shock and giggles when I opened the crisper in the fridge, dug around through the mounds of stuff that is coming from our garden at warp speed, and found this little jewel smashed up and wedged under an edge of the front of the drawer (10 points to me for a colossal run on sentence):

Who knew that a carrot can turn into a stick!!!


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