Yes, it is that time of year again, when Bob and I celebrate our anniversary. Thirty-five years! We are living a 21st. century anachronistic life and proud of it!
The celebration will be low-key and done in home, but some of our favorites will show up on the dinner table:
Fresh garden salad
Roasted asparagus
Whipped potatoes with chives and butter
Lamb chops rubbed with fresh minced rosemary, garlic, lemon zest, and olive oil; aka – Greek style. (We call these lamb pops 😉 )
Dessert? Chocolate Cake with 7 minute frosting. Easy and good!
‘We are on the precipice of change. The New Year, 2016, awaits us with hope for better times, prosperity, and comfort. We want a change from the worries and strife we faced this year and yet, if we are honest with ourselves, most of us have it pretty good. It is all in our perspective.
I could sit here and complain. I could talk about ills and aches and lack of funds, but that would “be a drag” as we used to say in my youth. Which brings me to this gem that Bob was singing early this morning…
“Old age is golden so I’ve heard said
But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
As sleep dims my vision I say to myself:
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
But though nations are warring and business is vexed
I’ll stick around to see what happens next.
How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get up and go has got up and went
But in spite of it all I’m able to grin
And think of the places my get up has been.
When I was young my slippers were red,
I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night thru.
Now I am older my slippers are black,
I huff to the store and I puff my way back.
But never you laugh; I don’t mind at all,
I’d rather be huffing than not puff at all.
How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get up and go has got up and went
But in spite of it all I’m able to grin
And think of the places my get up has been.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits
Open the paper and read the obits
If I’m not there I know I’m not dead
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.”
If I think on it, my get up and go has been to so many amazing places and as I muse about the future I’m pretty sure there’s so much more . . .
“So in spite of it all I’m able to grin!”
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I have no resolutions. My knees are so much better and I am planing a garden again this year, because I miss all that summer goodness stored away in my pantry for winter.
What are you looking for in the new year?
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NOTE: I found an interesting tidbit this morning on the poem Get up and Go at Poets.Net. Apparently it was originally written by Anonymous. Isn’t that the case? Most of the really good stuff is penned by Anonymous. I think I should like to meet this Anonymous someday. 😉
So without further commentary the link to Get up and Go at Poets.net is HERE
On Sabbath morning we enjoy eating extravagantly by taking the time to make delectable treats to break our fast.
Breakfast is served!
Gluten Free waffles made from scratch and topped with whatever fresh fruit is in season are a favorite. In summer it was blueberries fresh from the garden. Today it was the previously mentioned abundant Fuyu persimmons sliced wafer thin and arranged over the top.
I have always sliced them into wedges to eat like an apple and therefore missed the surprise inside! I find the pattern is reminiscent of the sand dollar.
We signed our paperwork and paid for the Mountain Farmlet. We were so excited that we wore ourselves out with it all. We had planned to take ourselves out to dinner, but then didn’t have the energy to go! But dinner at home was good. 😉
Tucker is getting better! It is painfully slow progress, but we don’t have to let him out every hour on the hour now. In fact, we found out on Friday that he can hold it for over three hours now, and that is a milestone. However, we will be waiting a lot longer for his fur to grow back. 😦
Now begins the hopefully not too long process of prepping this house and selling it. We considered renting, but in the end we decided we just don’t want the hassle that goes along with being rental owners.
ANYBODY WANT TO BUY A NICE FARMLET IN HAZEL GREEN?
As for the Mountain Farmlet, well we still have one more week to go. The Octogenarian is having her estate sale and then will be moved out by the 10th. I was feeling sad for her to have to go, but then she told us she has plans to go traveling over the next year! I think this is wonderful, and I hope she has a wonderful journey wherever she goes!
In the meantime I have been busy making cuttings, and potting up plants I want to take with me to the Mountain Farmlet. Roses, herbs, bulbs and more. I started the roses by air layering and it is working FAST and FABULOUSLY! I already have big, fat root callouses growing in under all that sphagnum moss and tinfoil! I am taking more than one of each item to ensure that I get at least ONE OF EACH ITEM! 😀
Oh yes, and when I am not puttering and such in the gardens, I have been quietly packing and sorting for the moving sale.
Life on the Farmlet 