Crazy About Christmas Choirs

Who loves to hear the many Christmas choirs.
The beloved songs remind us of church spires.
Makes us feel cozy and warm like at campfires,
Pinching our hearts like a pair of pliars.

I had the privilege of attending some parties where two choirs performed.  Riverton Madrigals in their lovely lavender vests, ties and dresses were full of energy and smiles.  I loved the catchy songs and choreography.   The exact number of men and women.  These kids are destined to bring joy to the world with their talents for years to come. 

The Mountain Chorale had gorgeous selections and many distinct parts.  One of my favorites was Do You Hear What I Hear.   Their voices blended and floated me along as on a peaceful plane.  The clarinet, violin and recorder added a lovely sound.

Christmas Isn't About Black Friday

Who's sick of the ads about Black Friday? They're like the elections and get in the way. Every day they offer a 'Deal'. Go away! Leave us alone. Let us enjoy our play.

This bird seems to be saying, "Leave me alone! I'll worry about it later, not now!" Businesses greedy to get their share of the goods are bombarding us with Black Friday sales every day. It seems to be more important than the Christmas holiday. No one has even mentioned Christ or Christmas. It makes me want to boycott shopping at any of their stores. I'll do it my way. Fortunately, it was much easier and slower paced when we were young. I'm glad our parents didn't go all out to make Christmas more about the commercial and presents than about family and Christ. I feel so sorry for my children and grand children facing the barrage out there.

Spanking New Spatulas

I got some spatulas, red and spanking new! My old ones were crinkled and dying, too. I had to get red ones instead of blue. Not the right color, but work nice and will do.

I think of my mom when it comes to spatulas. We were always making cakes or goodies. Spatulas were a necessity for those jobs. Hers were always dingy white, just like mine in the photo. After this picture, I tossed them out. Yeah, they were waaaayyy overdue for getting a new set. At least that is what Allan said. I probably, like my mom, could have used them another month or so.

Zucchini Tales

Every year I'm not gonna let one get big. But, overnight they grow into a fat pig. Hiding under the massive leaves acting like a twig. Then I discover them, feeling like a prig.

No matter their size, I cant throw them away. Many of the large ones I have saved for winter. They last for several months. Use them in soups, salads, smoothies or baked goods. They may be used in many forms such as: shredded (my favorite), chunks, sliced and so on. If it's too late to salvage one for this year, do it next year.

Frank About Family Farms

I like to think our family farm is cool. And it was, but not like this one. I'm no fool. It takes lots of work to keep it up, more than a mule? Family spending time together is the best tool.

Oh, that our farm could have looked like this one from the internet. It is a mirage. Buildings weather, animal pens need mucking, weeds grow, implements wear out and if your are not vigilant, a farm can quickly look run down. Ours does. After Dad died it went from bad to worse. But we still own it and dream about the times we worked the land, fixed the breakdowns, milked the cows and now love every minute that we hated it.

Photo Finish Frenzy

Getting a family photo is very rare. To be dressed and ready with well combed hair. Mostly it's a battle to get everyone there. So these folks get a star. I'm glad to share.

Harder than pulling teeth is my experience to have a full family photo. Of course, Paula's gang has a few missing. Beautiful, nonetheless. The larger the family the harder it is to achieve the impossible. Why then did I see a fifty plus group setting, with every person color coded and smiling at a friend's house? Must have bribed them or threatened within an inch of their lives.

Maybe you are more successful than I am.

Quilting the Sacred Grove

Grandma Eugenia Crane was a quilting queen. She could sew up a patchwork quilt so mean. They came in colors of red, blue, and green. This of the Sacred Grove would show her love lean.

At the Springville quilt show, this quilt won honors of the Sacred Grove. The pieces of fabric painted and matched to look like trees in the forest. Grandma would love it. It was my favorite one too.