I was making a key lime pie yesterday evening. I bought the actual key limes–those little yellowish balls that take forever to squeeze. Well, I needed some zest so I was trying to hold the small fruit with one hand and use my zester with the other–tricky. But as I struggled, the aroma of the oils began to waft up. Regular limes smell nice–fresh and citrusy. But key limes are a category all their own–they have an exotic nectar that’s almost intoxicating. As I breathed in the perfume two words popped in my head: “God’s idea.” And so it is. Everything good is God’s idea. My best idea on my best day doesn’t even approach the idea that when the rind of a key lime is scraped away, it will release an amazing smell. I looked around my kitchen at the corn on the cob boiling on the stove, the fat, summer tomato waiting to be sliced, butter–all God’s ideas. God’s very, very good ideas. My husband was in the other room and I thought about how much I love him and how pleasant it is to share a meal with him. Very good ideas, indeed. Matthew 7:11 ” If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!”
Each Monday I’m going to post my writing activity for the previous week. I ought to be averaging at least a page a day on the new book. That’ll get me a first draft in less than a year. It took me two years to write the first book, so you can guess how that goes! You can be my accountability partner and knowing I plan to make these posts will help keep me on track. Week of August 9 – 3 pages (terrible)
A mother bear and her three cubs have been cutting through our backyard all spring and summer. Our house backs up to a steep hillside covered with trees and we think the den must not be too far away. They’ve worn paths through the little clearing on the other side of the creek where we have a firepit and a […]
Our little community has a Farmer’s Market every Saturday morning. Local growers have had the most beautiful tomatoes the past few weeks. Today I’m hoping for okra and green beans. I’m taking my neighbor Agnes with me this morning. She’s 89 and grew up on a farm in Virginia and used to harrow the fields with a team of horses. She misses the farm and being able to work outside. She’s told me she watches Jim and I cut the grass and wishes she were still up to mowing. I don’t much like mowing, but Agnes reminds me to be grateful that I’m able to do it. She baked me a chocolate chess pie earlier this week. It’s kind of like brownie batter in a pie shell and utterly scrumptious. Here’s her recipe: Agnes’ Chocolate Chess Pie 1.5 cups sugar 3.5 T cocoa pinch salt 2 eggs, beaten 1/4 cup butter, melted 1 small can evaported milk 1 tsp vanilla 1 unbaked pie shell Mix sugar, cocoa and salt. Add remaining ingredients and mix thoroughly. Pour into unbaked shell. Bake at 350 degrees for 40-45 minutes.
Today’s item is just for fun. Reading wacky stories on the Internet is definitely a good way to pass the time while waiting. Well maybe not a GOOD way, but it’s a way. So, yes, I was told by any number of people as a child that if I swallowed watermelon seeds they would sprout in my belly and grow a watermelon. Turns out this isn’t as far fetched as it sounds. Read the following story and see if you don’t eat more carefully. The Daily Mail – UK – YOU CANNOT PEA SERIOUS – A retired teacher who had been struggling for breath for months was amazed when doctors told him there was a PEA plant growing in his lung. Ron Sveden, from Brewster, Massachusetts, was already fighting emphysema when his health took a turn for the worse. ‘I was not doing too well, a lot of coughing, I was very listless,’ the 75-year-old said. Ron Sveden, from Brewster, Massachusetts, was amazed when he was told he had a pea sprouting in his lung. He had assumed it would be cancer His wife Nancy was so alarmed by his deterioration that she called for an ambulance and he was rushed to hospital on May 31. Doctors took X-rays and found his left lung had collapsed and the pensioner feared he had developed a tumour after a grainy spot was found. But his doctors were baffled as they could not […]
When raspberries ripen
along the trails I walk,
I plan my path to find fruit
ripe for the picking.
Two here, six there,
never more than a dozen.
I eat them out of hand,
sweeter for their rarity.
Cradling a perfect berry
in my palm I search for more.
The looking takes long enough
for the ripe fruit to color my flesh.
A stigmata of a stain.
I examine the deep, red mark,
as I savor the sweetness of fruit,
the bitter crunch of seed.
I wonder at such gifts
free for the taking.
So, I said the two best things to do while waiting for a response to my proposal are reading and writing–what am I writing? Why, the second book, of course! I’m writing a series based on the miracles of Jesus. The characters will be loosely related if at all. Each book focuses on a particular miracle–the first is walking on water and the second is feeding the five thousand. Here’s the tagline: Casewell has always thought of himself as an upstanding Christian with high moral standards, but when the woman of his dreams turns out to be an unwed mother with an uncanny knack for feeding people in times of want, he is forced to consider what it really means to forgive and be forgiven. Each book also focuses on a particular area of Christian belief as well–book one is faith and book two is forgiveness. Keeps me busy while waiting and hoping!