In celebration of my 500th post (can you believe it?) and well over a thousand profile views, I decided I'd share a few of my best kept secrets with you...some of my favorite blogs (besides the blogs of our Harvest members, which will always, always be my truly favorite blogs...I'm partial like that).
Don't you just love a good blog? A blogger who takes great pictures, writes reasonably well, and posts pretty much every day about things that interest me is hard to find, and when I find her, I keep her.
And today, I want to share her. Trust me, you'll want to hug and kiss me for introducing you to some of these amazing blogs and the women behind them!
First, my daughter Sarah and her artist-husband Jonathan have a new blog - please visit and leave some love behind! And if you ever want to commission a portrait or painting, I promise you, this young man is the man to call on. His art is gaining recognition all over this area - carried in exclusive design stores.
Next,you will love "My French Country Home". Yes, she is French, and yes, she really does live in a beautiful estate-home in France. This blog will take you away on vacation, every time.
Hmmmmm. Which one to share next? This really does feel like I am sharing some of my best kept secrets...
Melissa over at The Inspired Room is an all-time fav of mine...
She is also a pastor's wife, and the most gracious blogger I know!
Oh, and Trina over at A Country Farmhouse is a-mazing. She's expecting twins soon, and her Oregon Farmhouse is the prettiest thing, inside and out, you've ever seen.
Flower Patch Farmgirl writes beautifully about the miracle of adoption, and all things home and hearth. Her wit will leave you smiling...this is a blog you truly savor and enjoy.
Last of all, you cannot believe the chicken coop over at The Fancy Farmgirl. Seriously. It is the most beautiful chicken coop you have ever laid your wondering eyes on, I promise. ("What to my wondering eyes did appear? A chicken coop with a chandelier!")
Pinky swear. It. Has. A. Chandelier. Visit this blog - you'll like it.
Come back and tell me what you think - 'cause I think, if you haven't discovered these great blogs yet, I've just made your day!
Spinach Lasagna - the Easy Way
First, pour a little spaghetti sauce in the bottom of your baking dish, followed by three lasagna noodles (uncooked!), followed by a generous smearing of ricotta cheese and two fistfuls of mozerella, sprinkled evenly, followed by a layer of (fresh!) spinach.
repeat with your next layer of three lasagna noodles...
followed by smearing all the ricotta cheese you want on top of the noodles, followed by as much mozerella as you want. Usually, after this step, I sprinkle some coarse salt and a couple pinches of Italian herbs...
followed by some spagetti sauce, preferably fresh...then more spinach, then more noodles...you get the idea. Add as many layers as your dish (and your tummy) can hold...
Finish off with parmesan cheese
Pour a bit of water into the edges and corners of your lasagna (under a cup)
and seal it tightly with a couple layers of foil. Bake in a 350 degree oven till done, about an hour, if I remember correctly, and if I don't, I'll come back and edit this. ::smile::
Sorry for the lack of precision in ingredient amounts, but I just don't know what precisely to tell you. Eyeball it - you know what a good lasagna looks like...you probably make a better lasagna than I do, but I doubt you make one easier than this!
Before I leave you on this sunny-in-east-Tennessee, first-day-of-fall Tuesday, I have to tell you what sort of Tuesday it is...
It's a Martin Denny sort of Tuesday. And I hope to help start a return to the sheer enjoyment and preservation of vinyl music...the sound of really old music on really old records played on a really old (50's) record player is a happy thing. A very happy thing. I love it so much better than my CD's and my Zen MP3, though it is a really nice, recent model. This kind of music is part of our unique lifestyle here at the cottage, paying homage to our preference for all things old and simple...dinner is always accompanied by the scratchy, low tech sound of records, playing Ella Fitzgerald or Nat King Cole...or Martin Denny. Picking these gems up for fifty cents is better than frugal...this is artistic living.
Just want to leave you with some gratuitous beauty for your brain...eye candy...whatever you want to call it ~
End of summer gerbera daisies, planted in our vintage (our neighbor estimated it to be from the 60's era, because it was his daughter's when she was small, then went to another neighbor, then came here) radio flyer wagon, along with some ornamental grasses for texture...
The lettuce is sprouting nicely - two kinds - it will be ready when the weather cools off. When it is nice and full I'll share pictures of our cold crops and a finished salad or two!
Blessings on your Tuesday...we are having record heat here today!
A Happy Sort of Monday
Happy Monday, everyone...I am praying for every pair of eyes that land on this blog today, that you'd know the very personalized, sacrificial love of God for you! How He loves you.
How about this, for the beginning of my Monday ~
A package! What is it, what is it?
What it is, what it is! Twig crayons...lllllllllove. Love. These.
Yes, it is sideways, but I love this angle best. A colorful start to the week, no?
It's a James Taylor kind of day.
I really do have deeper thoughts than these, but I'll have to save them for another post. I've been pondering the "oughts" of God. I've been pondering how that, on one hand, legalists get all their "oughts" in the wrong places....and on the other hand, other believers think there shouldn't be any sense of duty or obligation to our lives, because that isn't grace.
Both are wrong. Which means I've been wrong, many many times, because I've had my head in both places before. I might get my head in one of either extreme again...it is so easy to be wrong.
(please take note, how easy that was for me to admit...friend, you were born wrong, and it should never be a big honking deal for you to own that. You should always be changing your mind in something...because I promise, your thinking is off, somewhere, somehow, right now!)
So at some point I want to think onto this screen, about the gentle "oughts" of God. How do I know they are gentle?
Because gentleness is a fruit of the Spirit - a manifestation of who God is. All He is, is holy, and all He does, is from love, and all His expectations have a gentleness to them. He is altogether loving, joyful, peaceful, patient, and gentle, and so...so....so in control of His every thought and action, and in control of my life.
Enjoy your Monday. I'm thinking that if you keep your heart in a position of receptivity, if you will but discern it, God has a "surprise package" for you today!
How about this, for the beginning of my Monday ~
A package! What is it, what is it?
What it is, what it is! Twig crayons...lllllllllove. Love. These.
Yes, it is sideways, but I love this angle best. A colorful start to the week, no?
It's a James Taylor kind of day.
I really do have deeper thoughts than these, but I'll have to save them for another post. I've been pondering the "oughts" of God. I've been pondering how that, on one hand, legalists get all their "oughts" in the wrong places....and on the other hand, other believers think there shouldn't be any sense of duty or obligation to our lives, because that isn't grace.
Both are wrong. Which means I've been wrong, many many times, because I've had my head in both places before. I might get my head in one of either extreme again...it is so easy to be wrong.
(please take note, how easy that was for me to admit...friend, you were born wrong, and it should never be a big honking deal for you to own that. You should always be changing your mind in something...because I promise, your thinking is off, somewhere, somehow, right now!)
So at some point I want to think onto this screen, about the gentle "oughts" of God. How do I know they are gentle?
Because gentleness is a fruit of the Spirit - a manifestation of who God is. All He is, is holy, and all He does, is from love, and all His expectations have a gentleness to them. He is altogether loving, joyful, peaceful, patient, and gentle, and so...so....so in control of His every thought and action, and in control of my life.
Enjoy your Monday. I'm thinking that if you keep your heart in a position of receptivity, if you will but discern it, God has a "surprise package" for you today!
Small Is The New Big
I said I'd elaborate.
I could use many sources, but a brand new source came across my desk yesterday - the latest issue of New Old House. (which, by the way, features the home of my favorite design couple, Steve and Brooke Giannetti. Steve is an architect-artist, Brooke is an interior designer, and their personal design style is exactly what I love. But that is beside the point...)
Inside this great magazine is a whole article dedicated to small being the new big. Here are a few quotes...
"We've changed from...conspicuous excess to careful consideration..."
"Now lean is the new luxury. To build lean means adapting our assumptions of what we want and need, to homes that are smaller, smarter, and simpler."
"While enthusiastic about buildling a new old house, (our clients) no longer come to us with a wish list that includes 7,000 square feet, a commercial range, and a soaking tub."
"We are sick of oversized McMansion houses and the budget required to build and maintain them. Today the most frequently requested house size is 2,500 square feet. Architects can design a perfectly comfortable, functional home within such limits."
Their tips - if you want to get in on this new-old aesthetic of smaller is better -
1. Think Smaller. Simply put - less square footage.
2. Get rid of "trophy rooms", such as game rooms, media rooms, and grand foyers. They are, at heart, only for show, and that sort of motive does not meet the true emotional needs of a person.
3. Scrap quirky roofs, curves, and corners in the roof and interior design. Complexity is out. Simplicity is in. And I quote, "A house embellished merely to add interest or curb appeal has a major design flaw, one that substitutes window dressing for real design skill. Traditional styles are simple. They have their own beauty and elegance, and they don't need to be gussied up with excess."
A house is built to meet the physical and emotional needs of a family. A family or home owner who has an emotional need to exhibit their social status, will find he or she can only buy or build for themselves a "McMansion"...they feel driven, after all, to meet this dysfunctional emotional need.
There are lots of definitions of "McMansion" floating around out there. To me, a McMansion is not just a "big house". I love me a big house. I could live in a huge house, and it not be a "McMansion"...it all depends on my motive, design taste, and the honest-to-goodness, every day use of the space. See, here's the thing - my every day life, lived honestly and true to my calling, needs more space. Every room in this house gets used many times a day, every day. More rooms, bigger rooms would be a good thing...a very good thing. The way we live (thirteen for dinner last Saturday, nine today - hospitality goes on here, to people outside our immediate family, as well as our family, every single day. That's the honest truth) the way we live would justify quite a large home.
But we use what we have, to its utter, exuberant limit.
A McMansion is a large space that houses small, inward lives. A McMansion is a home that does not regard human scale - everything is big, most of the public spaces are cavernous. A McMansion is a home that is all out of proportion to the honest, every day use of the space - whole rooms go unused for days (sometimes weeks or months) at a time.
A McMansion supports a lifestyle that the owners want to portray - not the lives they actually live. Big, pretty boxes, full of the props to a life no one really lives - these homes become McMansions because families don't love each other with simple, daily grace, and hospitality is not a way of life. Very little is shared, beyond the occasional party thrown as exhibition.
A McMansion wants you to admire it. A home wants you to take shelter within its cozy rooms, whether they be large or small.
I've seen it coming for years - small is the new big. Get in on this design style...it isn't going anywhere. It is here to stay.
To My Friends, With Love...
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy,
like art, like love. It has no survival value;
rather, it is one of those things that give value
to survival.
~ C.S. Lewis
Thursday - Saying 'Bye to Summer
The view outside my front door today...Thursday is a bit moody...
Good morning, Miss Thursday! I see you are a moody sort of day, being that you are a little overcast, but with a hint of sunshine to come? I'm sure of this - there's never been a Thursday like you, and never will be again. You are your own day, standing out on the calendar in all your glory. Thursday, September 16th, 2010. You'll never knock on my door again. I want to get to know you. What special things do you have in store?
The first thing you said to me, while I was still in my pajamas, was this: "Time to say goodbye to summer." I'm a little confused, since our temperatures are getting upwards of ninety degrees, but okay. Whatever you say, Thursday.
So I said goodbye to one of my best crepe myrtles...but not to the canoe. I will not say goodbye to the canoe until November. Fall is actually mine and Tim's favorite time to get the boat out. Cracks me up...we have a boat - Atchley style. Simple. Sweet. You should see it upside down and on top of the Barbie Jeep (my husband's red Geo Tracker convertible). A hoot n' hilarious sight.
But enough about me. I'm thinking you are a "great" Thursday! So, since you are a moody-great Thursday, it's Peggy Lee, Nat King Cole, Ella Fitzgerald, Perry Como, and more...
...all on one divine, vintage (1959) LP. Is that a smile I see, Miss Thursday? Toe tapping? I think so! Here, let me pour you a cuppa caramel macchiato coffee. And take a look at my new favorite magazine.
Hmmmm. Now you are saying that actually, what you really meant this morning was to tell me to celebrate the changing of the season. Revel in the last heat wave I'm likely to see until next May. Take note of the scattered, few bright orange leaves on that crepe myrtle, because soon, that bush will be ablaze - and I'll enjoy that almost as much as the magenta flowers. You're telling me to chop up the very, very last of the jalepenos and tomatoes and make a fine salsa.
And while I'm making salsa, you recommend that I have a glass of wine, and propose a toast to the Summer of Grace. Oh, and water that red lantana, you say. It's looking a bit bedraggled. Maybe plant a gorgeous orange mum in that basket, you say?
Coffee does wonders for you, Miss Thursday.
Rambo-beenie says to tell Miss Thursday that it seems like a day to crunch on tortilla chips and chase the pocket parrot around the room. Bad Beenie!
Well, I'm off to see what unfolds on this One Special Thursday - and I don't mean laundry.
Good morning, Miss Thursday! I see you are a moody sort of day, being that you are a little overcast, but with a hint of sunshine to come? I'm sure of this - there's never been a Thursday like you, and never will be again. You are your own day, standing out on the calendar in all your glory. Thursday, September 16th, 2010. You'll never knock on my door again. I want to get to know you. What special things do you have in store?
The first thing you said to me, while I was still in my pajamas, was this: "Time to say goodbye to summer." I'm a little confused, since our temperatures are getting upwards of ninety degrees, but okay. Whatever you say, Thursday.
So I said goodbye to one of my best crepe myrtles...but not to the canoe. I will not say goodbye to the canoe until November. Fall is actually mine and Tim's favorite time to get the boat out. Cracks me up...we have a boat - Atchley style. Simple. Sweet. You should see it upside down and on top of the Barbie Jeep (my husband's red Geo Tracker convertible). A hoot n' hilarious sight.
...all on one divine, vintage (1959) LP. Is that a smile I see, Miss Thursday? Toe tapping? I think so! Here, let me pour you a cuppa caramel macchiato coffee. And take a look at my new favorite magazine.
Hmmmm. Now you are saying that actually, what you really meant this morning was to tell me to celebrate the changing of the season. Revel in the last heat wave I'm likely to see until next May. Take note of the scattered, few bright orange leaves on that crepe myrtle, because soon, that bush will be ablaze - and I'll enjoy that almost as much as the magenta flowers. You're telling me to chop up the very, very last of the jalepenos and tomatoes and make a fine salsa.
And while I'm making salsa, you recommend that I have a glass of wine, and propose a toast to the Summer of Grace. Oh, and water that red lantana, you say. It's looking a bit bedraggled. Maybe plant a gorgeous orange mum in that basket, you say?
Coffee does wonders for you, Miss Thursday.
Rambo-beenie says to tell Miss Thursday that it seems like a day to crunch on tortilla chips and chase the pocket parrot around the room. Bad Beenie!
Well, I'm off to see what unfolds on this One Special Thursday - and I don't mean laundry.
Quotable Quotes
“Life’s short and we never have enough time for gladdening the hearts of those who travel the way with us. O, be swift to love! Make haste to be kind.”
Henri-Frederic
Henri-Frederic
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