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Celebrate Autumn with Apple Crumb Pie
A friend from church used to bring the most amazing apple crumb pies to potluck dinners. I took pride in my homemade pie crust and had to confess, her's was better. Not to mention those melting apple slices and sweet sugar topping! So I broke down and asked Marilyn...
Appalachian Thursday–Final Flowers
It’s October--my favorite month. I realize the first day of fall was back in September, but October is when I KNOW the seasons are changing in these Appalachian mountains. Leaves are just starting to color, the mornings require a jacket, and the sky is getting ever...
Worries, Expectations, and Reality
I'm over at SouthernBelleView today writing about hurricanes and the futility of worry. I even worked in Winston Churchill, so you know you've gotta read that! Come on over and say, "Howdy."
Appalachian Thursday–The Golden Horseshoe
I make it a policy to avoid regret as much as possible. It just doesn't do any good. But there is ONE thing I regret. I wish I'd studied harder for the Golden Horseshoe Test when I was in eighth grade. I am NOT a Lady of the Golden Horseshoe although my father IS a...
The Best Laid Plans
I like to make plans. I like for things to fit neatly together--preferably in an attractive pattern. For example, over the weekend I bought fried chicken at a deli for a church event. I really, really, REALLY wanted to suggest to the clerk that he should put the...
Appalachian Thursday–People Like These
Thistle and I often hike in the national forest near our house. I never know who we'll run into up there--hikers, hunters, cyclists, foragers--there's quite a variety of folks. Yesterday, though, was unique. We pulled into the gravel lot and I noticed some people...
Southern BelleView Monday – Friends
Come on over to Southern BelleView and revisit our weekend in Raleigh, NC, at the Southern Independent Booksellers Alliance trade show. It was SO much fun hanging out with the ladies from the front porch. I'm pretty sure I could call any of them to come pick me up at...
Appalachian Thursday–Imagination
The calf lot was just beyond the backyard, adjacent to the barn when I was growing up. This was the "nursery" for the milk cow, so it was often empty. Inside the fence there was a rock. What I thought of as a massive, huge, immense rock that lay flat and was vaguely...
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