11.25.2014

Thanksgiving is More Than Food

 When you ask people about Thanksgiving memories, food is often mentioned. Pumpkin pie comes up every time I ask students about their holiday meal  Today on the radio I heard them talking about cornmeal dressing and green bean casserole. I have lived through many a Thanksgiving and never made either of these said dishes. There are many more though that have made our family table.
Growing up it seemed like Thanksgiving was all about football games with the men huddling and yelling  in the front room and women bustling around in the kitchen preparing food. That worked for me. I didn't watch the games and wasn't asked to help in the kitchen. That gave me many hours of album listening, solving teenage problems, and gossiping with my friend J.T.

Nowadays  the Thanksgiving holiday is more about fellowship. The food is planned ahead so there is time to enjoy the company of family. I like it when it is more relaxed and the day is filled with time to visit, share, reminisce, and enjoy like activities together.
We will cook together, drink together, and clean up together, but I don't want everyone exhausted and ready to go to bed right after dinner. I know Thanksgiving is just a date on the calendar. We can celebrate and be thankful any other time of the year. It is nice though to have this day in November to pause and be grateful.

11.22.2014

Thanks

Looking ahead to Thanksgiving this week I am reflecting on gathering together, traveling close and far,and creating memories with food and fellowship. Whether it is during a quiet moment before dinner, or when enjoying the late evening in front of the fire, or pausing while bundling up for a brisk walk I say thanks. This poem has been a favorite of mine for a long time. I think you will see why. 

Thanks
Listen
with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridges to bow for the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water looking out
in different directions.
back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
looking up from tables we are saying thank you
in a culture up to its chin in shame
living in the stench it has chosen we are saying thank you
over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the back door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks that use us we are saying thank you
with the crooks in office with the rich and fashionable
unchanged we go on saying thank you thank you
with the animals dying around us
our lost feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us like the earth
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is
~W. S. Merwin 

11.21.2014

It Is All About the Planning

I am such a planner. I love to do lesson plans for school, plan vacations, and plan trips to town. I really love to plan meals when family is coming.

I find so much pleasure in diving into my old recipe boxes, scouring cookbooks, searching Pinterest, and referring to my notebooks of favorite recipes. I really love to cook for my husband, but sometimes it is nice to add some special dishes when family comes.

My mom and brother are coming for Thanksgiving. I spread out all the recipes, magazines, my computer, my recipe holders, and cookbooks a few nights ago and narrowed down the choices for Thanksgiving Day, plus the days before and after. Color me crazy, but I love to create grocery lists also.

The first shopping trip is done; Food is organized and stored. The turkey is still frozen, but will come out to thaw soon. Another trip early next week will fill the cart with fresh produce, flowers, and last minute items. We will miss our niece that still put olives on her fingers, but maybe we will need to restart the tradition. We will also miss the rest of the family that will travel to southern Idaho. We will miss the family "back east."

I love having family here at Thanksgiving, I love preparing the meal, and I really love this quote.

"Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow. "

~Melody Beattie

11.14.2014

Food, Family, and Traditions : Student Point of View



Somehow during my 7th grade class today we got on the subject of Thanksgiving dinners. It opened this amazing dialogue with my students about Thanksgiving, family time, traditions, and what they really love about holidays. One student said, " We should survey everyone and find out their favorite  family dishes at Thanksgiving".
It reminded me of what I center on all the time on "Gathering Around the Table". What better way to bring families together than with food, fellowship, and tradition. I think most of my students love Thanksgiving even more that Christmas when it comes to the food part. It was close to lunch and my stomach was grumbling as various students described Grandma's turkey, the best side dishes by an auntie, pies that they love to eat, and traditions that continue to be carried on.

I really love Thanksgiving and am so blessed that my mom and brother can celebrate it with us this year. I know I should learn more from Mom when it comes to stuffing a turkey, making the dressing, perfecting pie crusts, and baking perfect rolls. My problem is I just want her to do it the way it has always been done. That is a tradition I love.

11.11.2014

Moving Outside to Inside











 From March to early November I love to surround myself with new soil, spring bulbs,  flowers, vegetables, blooming trees, changing seasons, hummingbirds, the rooster crowing at daybreak, and the harvest of flowers, fruit, and vegetables.


Then the weather turns cold, snow begins to fall on the ground, and everything changes. By November I am ready to move from the outside to the inside. The last three days I surrounded myself with the warmth of the fire and did necessary tasks that needed to be done inside. I also made time to can tomato sauce, reorganize my clothes closet for winter, and find space in the "food closet" to put up the food we have canned. I organized my books and decided to part with a few. I found the bottom of my desk in my space off the kitchen. 

I also rested and could feel my body move into hibernation. It is time for more sleep, warm soups, comfort food, hot coffee, amber drinks, wool socks, and sweaters. The cats are moving in from outside and the garage. The dogs have claimed spots in front of the fire. We have a shed full of wood. I have enough books to read until spring. We are ready, but I will still take time to watch the rest of the leaves turn.



 "Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn."
-
-  Elizabeth Lawrence




11.08.2014

Words Today by Wiliam Stafford



November has been kind so far this year. It has been filled with brilliant turning leaves, afternoons filled with warm sunshine, a hidden pumpkin, and late roses still blooming.  Until I reread this poem today, I never thought about the sounds of November. Tomorrow I will listen.




Assurance

You will never be alone, you hear so deep
a sound when autumn comes. Yellow
pulls across the hills and thrums,
or the silence after lightening before it says
its names- and then the clouds' wide-mouthed
apologies. You were aimed from birth:
you will never be alone. Rain
will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,
long aisles- you never heard so deep a sound,
moss on rock, and years. You turn your head-
that’s what the silence meant: you’re not alone.
The whole wide world pours down.

by William Stafford, from Smoke’s Way, 1983

11.05.2014

Gratitude

 Whether it is an image of a simple bouquet,

a favorite place of solitude,


































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beautiful surroundings,


or home, 

my photos fill me with gratitude,



11.04.2014

It's A Cat's Life

Some days I would just like to be a cat. 



Their lives are so simple and relaxed. That sounds so good today.

11.03.2014

Gathering Leaves



Gathering Leaves


Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.

But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.

I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?

Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
Robert Frost 

11.02.2014

Observation of Leaves


One of the reasons I love autumn immensely is because of the leaves. I could spend a whole day just observing and photographing changing and falling and fallen leaves. These were all taken from different locations, yet they create a mosaic of stunning beauty.

11.01.2014

Seeking Refuge

  There are places that I go to for refuge.


Sometimes the place is for peace and quiet.


Other times the place is for prayer.

I also find refuge in nature.


It is so important to stop, appreciate and breathe. It is important to find a refuge for yourself.




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