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Summer dinner party.

Last week we had a formal-ish dinner party. Our guests of honor were Per Steinar and his wife Randi, who were here visiting from Norway.  It was amazing meeting relatives from another part of the world. I’m so glad I was able to meet them this summer. We shared old family pictures and stories, and it was a wonderful chance to bring a bunch of the branches of our family tree together.

I enjoyed this summer dinner party so much. Everything about it made me smile. The hanging lights, the boys in ties,  the laughter and chatter of the guests, the table settings, trying to get each course plated and out in a timely fashion- It was all fun.

The boys did an amazing job serving the courses and beverages. And they all looked so sharp and handsome.

The menu-
A choice of sparkling lemonade or sparkling raspberry lemonade.
Baby greens topped with balsamic vinaigrette, fresh raspberries, and toasted pumpkin seeds.
Steamed green beans served alongside Chicken Waikiki and rice.
For dessert- Dark chocolate molten lava cake with a dollop of whipped cream, garnished with a mint leaf.

Thankfully there was plenty of food so all the kitchen help and servers got a taste of ‘dinner’ between plating and serving courses.

And we were able to play some cards on the deck ‘after hours.’

I greatly enjoyed the hanging lights and candles that were scattered all along the edges of the deck.

I wish we could have dinner parties every summer weekend. It was that gorgeous.
Many thanks to Chelsea and Stephanie for all their help in the kitchen! Thank you Michael, Micah, and James for the wonderful job you did serving!

I have leftover heavy whipping cream to use up. I think I should have people over and feed them something with whipping cream in it.

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Twenty-four.

Tonight I am baking a vanilla cake and making lemon buttercream frosting.
Tomorrow I am going to be assembling them together to create a summer birthday cake. I have visions of  this delicious cloud-like masterpiece that will melt in my mouth after all my efforts are expelled.
Yes, I know, I have high hopes.

My sister, Alyssa, is turning twenty-four tomorrow.
She loves lemon.
I love her.
There will be lemon tomorrow.

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Daddy.

Daddy and me at a parade, 1996.

Bonne fête des pères, papa.

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Happy Fathers Day, daddy.

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     Thanks for being there for me, always. Thank you for your protection. Thank you for all those times we spent together building sheds, hammering nails, sawing wood. Thank you for those times we had our heads under the hood of some car or other. Thank you for taking the time to explain the answers for all those silly questons I’ve asked, like; why the spark plugs spark, why is a carpenters square called a square- it’s shaped like a triangle. Some of my fondest childhood memories involve hammers, nails, wrenches, motor oil, orange hand cleaner, and you. You’ll never know how much you mean to me.

I love You.

 ♥ your daughter.

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A Day of Aprons.

     This last Thursday we had a handful of ladies over for a day of fun, encouragement, and instruction.  We had a lovely potluck lunch and tea… always lots of tea.  After that we got down to the subject of the day.  Aprons.  Everyone brought their own aprons to share.  It was fun to see them all.  We had a little sewing lesson given by Laurie.  She did a wonderful job.  We learned how to make three different aprons from one pair of mens jeans.  Now that, my friends, is resourceful.  And of course some wonderful, basic sewing tips as well.  I love sewing and I love aprons.  Here is a little poem someone shared about Aprons.

The History of ‘Aprons’.

I don’t think our kids know what an apron is.
The principal use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress underneath. Because she only had a few, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material, but it also served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.
It was wonderful for drying children’s tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.
When the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms.
Those bis old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.
Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.
In fall, the apron was used to bring in apples fallen from the trees.
When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in for dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that ‘old-time apron’ that served so many purposes.

-Author Unknown

     A woman I know, once said it well –‘Aprons are a uniform.’  I love thinking of it that way.  Aprons are the uniform of the Keeper of the Home.  A homemaker, in her kitchen wears her apron while making meals for her family.  A homemaker, in her garden wears an apron while planting, weeding, and harvesting produce for her household.  A well-worn apron says ‘Welcome’ to whoever may drop in.  

     Someday, I hope to be that homemaker.

     For now, I will practice wearing my apron… and fine tuning my homemaking skills.  Dinner was late last night.  All on account of me, the green beans took longer to roast than I expected.  Yes, I have a lot to learn…

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     Most of our harvesting is now done.  I wanted to share out potato digging picture.  It is my favourite.  Digging potatoes is always a fun, looked forward to, family thing, I guess.  We dug up some gorgeous red potatoes and some very odd-shaped yellows. 

     Life has been filled with everyday things.  I work, I come home, I clean, I eat, and best of all….I sleep beneath my lovely down comforter.  I love my Home.  (especially after a day with somebody else’s kids in somebody else’s house.)  Today, I drank my peppermint tea and read Dickens by the fire in the quiet early hours of this house.  Since then I’ve been doing dishes and cleaning.  Getting ready for a gaggle of women coming over for tea tomorrow.  I started a bit of chicken soup simmering, my head is feeling slightly ‘gling-glong’ this morning.  Not sick…. just heavy. 

     We’ve done a few fun projects here lately.  We dipped our own beeswax candles a little while ago.  The smell of beeswax drifting through the house is lovely.  We’ve made donuts a few times.  The most recent were Old Fashion Pumpkin Spice donuts.  They were so good.  Oh! I tried to recreate a soup that I’ve had at Tericotta Red, very cute little Asian restaurant.  It turned out alright.  Let’s see…I’ve been doing some knitting.  Can’t tell you what, Christmas is coming you know.  Still working on my Barista skills. It can be quite stressful behind the machine alone.  I kinda like it though.  That is the one and only adventurous thing that I do, really.  Most of my weeks are the same but with the espresso stand… It adds some needed craziness.  

Here are a few pictures from my October….

     It’s still hard to believe that October is gone. 

Dear November… you sneaky son of a gun… give us what you’ve got.

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     “Seventeen!?!  You can’t turn seventeen! You can’t! You’re going to get old!”
                                                -Jessica, nearly in tears.  Age five.

     Yes, that’s me.  Old.  I confess, sometimes I do feel old.  Especially when I’m waiting for the school bus with little kiddos buzzing around me.  Most of the time… I just feel like a kid, Even though I just turned 17.  I’m so thankfull for all my dear friends and family who made my birthday so special.  I can’t wait to start writing Thank You’s.

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     turning leaves

     Summer is over and Fall is here! I am always surprised how excited I get every time it comes around. The brilliant-red of the turning leaves always stirs something inside of me. I start thinking about all the cozy evenings. Wrapping myself in a blanket at the fireside reading Dickens and listening to the pattering of raindrops against the window panes. The smell of hot cider floating on the air and the sound of joy and laughter ringing through the house. Family and Friends coming to visit and share a meal. Oh, the meals of Fall and Winter are so lovely… Roasted chicken, stuffed with Mamas savoury sage dressing, gravy and mashed potatoes, pumpkin pies, homemade donuts… comfort food, seriously. But yes,  pretty soon the colourful leaves begin to drop one by one to join the leaves of yesteryear upon the ground. It amazes me how anyone could observe the changing seasons and not see The Creator.  It is so evident to me that he has planned out every detail [from the falling leaves to your life story] according to His purpose. Reminds me of a song out of Psalm 8.

     Oh Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Thy name, in all the earth! Who hast set Thy glory above the heavens. When I consider the heavens the works of Thy fingers, the moon and the stars which Thou hast ordained, the sheep and the oxen, the beast of the field, the fowl of the air, the fish of the sea… What is man that Thou art mindful of him.

     I love that song. Life gets busy but I hope I’ll always have time to stop and admire Gods handiwork. And I desire to never stop singing His praises. He is so worthy of them.

     Go out, admire the falling leaves.

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