I wore a hat and scarf Monday as I walked. Weather had certainly changed. The ground was frosted white and the leaves curled on the trees shivering in the 30-something degrees.
Later the sun came out and I took a look at the last of my wildflowers. Still pink, but drooping badly. The leaves glistened green. I was surprised to see a bee trying to nuzzle his way to the center of the pink flower. Was their still nourishment there?
I dug and stored bulbs.
I looked at the sad, drooping Swiss chard I hadn’t cut. The mess of it bent like a group of old men huddling against the cold.
Do I want to picture this? It’s death and it’s not pretty. I’d rather picture life, full and smiling. Still, there is purpose in death. Death is good for many things; the cold kills bad insects, and seeds die to live again next year…then there are bad habits. Sometimes they die a long, hard death.
I don’t mind the death of summer; watching leaves curl and fall. I will watch all winter, while the naked trees sleep in the cold. I’m not sad for them, because they rest. I know summer will return.
It’s time for hot cocoa, a blanket and book in a cozy corner. A time which forces us to slow in many ways, here in the North. A time to give God more than a fleeting thought.
It’s time for me to pack a bag. I will be heading out to a cabin on Lake Michigan, in Wisconsin for a week and sit under the teaching of Leslie Leyland Fields. Eleven women will share writings, and encouragement. Leslie’s years of experience in creative non-fiction will guide us. Prayer has covered this trip, and for each woman attending. Words cannot be written lightly and without thought.
So, instead of dead flowers, I thought I’d post a couple of yummy things!
A recipe I found from Taste of Home and a poem from Robert Frost.
TOTAL TIME: Prep: 25 min. Bake: 55 min.
MAKES: 9 servings
- 1 cup packed brown sugar
- 1-1/4 cups all-purpose flour, divided
- 1/2 teaspoon salt, divided
- 1 cup water
- 1 teaspoon lemon juice
- 2 teaspoons baking powder
- 5 tablespoons butter, divided
- 3/4 cup milk
- 5 cups sliced peeled apples
- 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
- 1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- Whipped cream, optional
Added by System Jul 24 1 serving (1 piece) equals 260 calories, 7 g fat (4 g saturated fat), 20 mg cholesterol, 304 mg sodium, 47 g carbohydrate, 2 g fiber, 3 g protein.
- In a saucepan, combine brown sugar, 1/4 cup flour and 1/4 teaspoon salt. Add water and lemon juice; cook over low heat until thick. Cover and set aside.
- In a bowl, combine baking powder and remaining flour and salt. Cut in 3 tablespoons butter. Add the milk and mix just until moistened (a few lumps will remain); set aside.
- Arrange apples in 9-in. square baking dish; sprinkle with cinnamon. Add nutmeg, vanilla and remaining butter to sauce; pour over apples. Drop dough by spoonfuls over sauce. Bake at 350° for 55 minutes or until top is brown and apples are tender. Serve warm with cream if desired. Yield: 9 servings.
The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.