Simple Woman's Daybook

FOR TODAY...November 16, 2009

Outside my window... a patchwork blanket of snow in most places mixed with cold wet lawn in other places.

I am thinking...how glad I am that all my patio furniture and statues are safely enjoying the protection and warmth of my garage.

I am thankful for... living in this country of freedoms.

I am wearing... black jeans, cream long sleeved warm top and black and grey collared vest.

I am remembering... my children playing in the snow, making snowmen when they were children.

I am going...to pick up my quilts from the machine quilter, to take my car in for service, and to a Holiday Boutique tomorrow, and take Aunt Gladys to the bank and her errands on Thursday.

I am reading... my holiday magazines for ideas.

I am hoping... to get some blinds up in the guest bedroom before I have guests for Thanksgiving.

On my mind... just for today I am going to try to eat healthy.

Thinking that...making soup is a very satisfying task and very fulfilling in many ways.

Pondering these words... "Miracles can happen in our lives.  Live as though the answer has been granted.  Shed pride and plead for humility and mercy to do what you can't do alone"  Edith Marsh

From the kitchen... pumpkin pies that I made yesterday.

Around the house... the sound of the washer going, oatmeal cooking on the stove and my to do list growing.

One of my favorite things~ watching the relationships between my children and their children and how much love is shown to one another.

From my picture journal...

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Have a wonderful week!

Pomp and Cupcakes

I was so taken with all the pomp and circumstance of yesterday's events that I did my own American thing: Made patriotic cupcakes with my granddaughters. Here are some of them.

My dear sweet schoolteacher mother always had a poem for every occasion and quite a few for everyday too. Here is one from her kindergarten class entitled Washington by Nancy Byrd Turner

He played by the river when he was young,

He raced with rabbits along the hills,

He fished for minnows, and climbed and swung,

And hooted back at the whippoorwills.

Strong and slender and tall he grew--

And then one morning, the bugles blew.

Over the hills the summons came,

Over the river's shining rim.

He said that the bugles called his name,

He knew that his country needed him,

And he answered, "Coming!" and marched away

For many a night and many a day.

Perhaps when the marches were hot and long

He'd think of the river flowing by

Or, camping under the winter sky,

Would hear the whippoorwill's far-off song.

At work, at play, and in peace or strife,

He loved America all his life.