Evening hour

The evening winds down like the springs of an old lithographed tin toy. The image is so fresh in my eyes only too soon to fade in my mind. A child now out of the tub as the other begs for another moment of play. "Not yet Wait Mom Hold on Not yet." She pleads for every moment to linger.

Their Father at play or work it may be as he types out the joy of his mind. He readies the "meds." instructs the boy with a gentle kind lesson on perma markers. "Yes Sir" the childreplys to a fathers pride and this mother humility

I the mother with iron beeping please press with me before i expire. Fabric on board cut and and readied for assembly. Finding myself so full of prose thouth my migrained head to rest a moment more, while strong medication eases the cranial storm.

My son with his Lego built ship admires his heroes those boys who inspired him to be and create. the joy of those feet as they fly like the wind giving sail to the ships of war. " What is the name of your shp I asked"? for its bad luck for it not to have one" With wise little eyes I am looked down to see my face and them He declare WE DONT BELIEVE IN LUCK! What are you chinese!

Little girl sweet is tubed and sweetly chimes in for her call and query all that is outside from the walls that surround her. Songs of juvenile chorus and voices that chatter as if their be a circle of friends bathing with her. She guards her treasures and choses what is right. Tomarrow she rectes her poem. The piece of sky with flow so well as her dress is half way sewn.

Golden and Chocolate close as in a pack they must be grooming a foot and still thier repose no voice not a bark it is the quiet of the day. Boardom of family meal finished not scoring a morsil resigned into another nights calm. Till "blue bone" comes into play, now life gits richer and tug-o-war insues.

Gold fish passed away today while children wept I torn asunder being pulled yet refused of any offer to comfort. Goldie was old and that is the truth of it sad. I see the tank that longed for amore attention and guilt pricks at my soul.

Its never enough being a Mother. We ware so many hats our hair gets mussed and yet we need the shade of every brim we are given. Will my mind grow dime and fad the lithagrahed spring that I hold so dear this moment ? Well if it does than just perhaps this moment was spent best recording the living.

A morning muse.

Sky dress is pinned and the skirt awaiting the attachment of its bodest. A girl of nine slept. I eagerly awaiting the smile from her shining face was all a jitter. So many years I spent awaiting this moment. It was sixteen years that my arms held an invisible child. Now she is nine! With children now in school, another tending to their vocational needs, I have for the first time the energy and the time to fill up the dreams of sewing for my own children. I have watched a generation pass and helped all those mothers and fathers. It is my turn to thrill in the joy of a little princess aglow with the frills of tole and rick-rack stitched from my loving hands. Designing this garment awoke the artist in me and the fun of using materials that were out of the box gave this little dress a one of a kind value that glow!
My son is in the cue awaiting pants that have flames and shorts with astronauts and rockets. This is so fun!
I am making a costume for Becca for her play in a couple of weeks. She shall be Woody Paper. The play is about recycling. I use cardboard and duct tape so far for the foundation and I padded the shoulder straps and sewed felt onto them. I plan to do a decoupage or such to apply the newspaper. This will give the school a costume that will last a few years.
Play dates are coming into fruition and the children are thriving. I am thriving too.

The monthly Arizona Sewing Guild Meeting was fun. We had a Fashion designer come to our meeting. She got me thinking outside the box. My art is coming alive!

I have a lot of boxes still to unpack from the new flooring and the dismantling of the school room. The studio (my studio!!!!!!!!!!) is fabulous! I have a lot of work to do yet on it. Many items still in boxes. I hope to do some art shows this fall and gain a little (or a lot ) of mad money that I can save and maybe take a trip or vacation for the family.

Im exploding with lots of good news.
1.The family of my girls friend is opening up and I will be able to offer them some support. I will help the chil with transportation and attention untill someone is abble to be at her house. I told the mother I wound not drop the child off at home unless someone was there. "thats just my way, I told her that I would not be willing have that on my hands. She ashured me that the 8 yr old stayed home by herself all the time for a half hour alone would be no big deal. So I guess that this summer I will often have three in the afeternoon. Both girls are in a summer reading program. Different teacher however. So at least this child will not have the long walk to a possible emty house every day.

2. Im 46. My birthday was a hard ye challenging day. My husband and I had a few hours togeather we went out to breakfast and went home and watched a movie. The kids went to a morning birthday party/ play date. We all came home and rested in a quiet house and then made an early evening of it. We have a cold in the house so Steve and I are a little under it.

QUESTION:
What would you do if your child told you that they were concerned about thier friend having a bad home life?
Would you concider offering some practical help to a family in crisis? Shy or shy not?

Arizona Sewing Guild Meeting

My dress was finished in time. I love a good goal!

Burnt the chicken soup typing out the recipe

arg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With humility and grace only a seasoned wife could muster I poured the 2 gallons of soup down the disposal I'm glad at least it seem to enjoy it!

(Chicken Soup My Way)

Clear off your counters
Fix a pot of Tea (my favorite is Green tea loose leaf, I am worth it and sugar in the raw)
Music on (Today I listened to :The sound track from "fig fish")I like sound tracks from my favorite movies because it keeps my mind imagining and not "stinkin thinkin"
Get your fixings out. Set out your food processor and or knife and cutting board.
this is what I did today........ Large batch.
Wash up as you go.

Bay leaf, Basil, thyme and Sea Salt
4 cans 12.5 oz chicken breasts (open and set aside, do not drain)
3- 32 oz chicken broth (I use Pacific brand it is a organic free range no MSG product)
Parsnips raw 2-3 lbs. (they look like a white carrot)
4 lbs mini carrots (Costco has them cheaper and organic)
Celery on whole stalk (Choose a stalk with little to no leaves: do not separate: Cut first, Discard first cut the dried ends,: Now on the horizon parallel to you, toward the end of stalk hold vertical and cut down all but through several times lay horizontal again slice until and inch or so before the but of the stalk NOW WASH, and run your hands through to separated and remove strings.
one yellow onion (diced, cut in half, lay a half flat slice parallel to you thinly, now slice vertically to you)
Garlic cloves 1/4 cup twice a year I buy a braid of garlic at Costco and i remove all the hulls an stuff a canning jar full then I fill the jar with olive oil. It keeps in the refer and is easily available to me when I need it. Now you too can buy it already done but you ll pay big bucks for it or have mediocre oil in it.
Flour 1cup I use spelt my family is not to well of with wheat, I buy the spelt ground or I buy the whole grain and grind it myself. My mother in law gave me the old family electric grist mill.
4 cups apx. Egg noodles fine looks like straw
Butter 1/4 lb.

Pour a cup of tea

Use food processor chop all root veggies except garlic and onion. Set aside

Chop onion and press garlic onto your chopped onions. Set aside

Open all cans and broth cryo packs. Set aside.


Heat pan first
then: Melt butter them remove the whey with a spoon tilting the pot helps.
Add onion and garlic till translucent.
add in root veggies and cover and"sweat them out" see the moisture accumulate at the bottom of the pot. That is liquid gold.
When tender add the flour sprinkle it on a little at a time to cover coat the veggies.
This all happens quickly as it gets gummy you add the broth and the chicken with its broth. Break up the chicken.
Stir and cook
Sea Salt now about a table spoon Iodine is good stuff!
Seasoning of herbs is added now
boil add
noodles and cook about 30 min.


Watch your pot I burned mine doing this blog ARG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mommas Apron

I have my Mommas apron an today.
When I was four I sat in the back of Her cafe on an old day bed and played. Momma would always cook with a smile on her face and sweat on her brow. I think it must of pleased her to see all the folks enjoy her fixings. She grew to weary over time and her talents failed her in her later years. She was just all used up. So little made her smile or should I say she could smile at such little things like my daughters glowing eyes or the sight of her own grown children gathered around her on those few rare occasions.

My memories of her are few that are sweet and so today making my soup I cry thinking if only she could of had another life one that might of been rich to her with kindness in her own childhood.

I think she would smile at me making her old chicken soup, just like she did to serve to so many. Some day I will write those stories so full of the terrors and woe but today I think Ill just smile and wipe the sweat off my brow, enjoy the smell of this chicken soup.

friendships season life

May I say a great big thank you to my friend Jaye for helping me with this blog set up!!!!!!!!!!!

Welcome Michelle, I look forward to the hard copy of you novel.

It takes full circle of friends to see the difference each life makes. On an Island the isolation leaves the void as a scar to the soul. How many villagers have effected me even in this short morning offering of thanks.

Chicken soup (homemade) on the menu today. I use parsnips to give it that old time flavor.
My sister had shoulder surgery, another friend has an arm in a cast and a surgery ahead. I heard still another has a house that is recovering a weekend of vomiting and illness. Wouldn't it be grand to have a soup pot like the old fable of "stone soup". When I make chicken soup I always feel like I wish I sould make 5 gallens. If I fell into a cracker factory and found favor with the owners I could pass out saltines too, and Ritz by the rolls. Don't ya just hate how hard they are to open now.

The Serengeti needs to be raked and the mounds removed now that the sun has dried the mowing remains from last week. My chariot needs a good wash and the pollen from my big old tree needs to be blown out of the drive. In all of this I too must rest and get the sewing machine a humming on the dress I am making for myself. It seems to be crying out in distress to me "dont forget me"! Summer school registration tonight with Steve doing a late class for work, a trip to Scottsdale to deliver soup and pick up those all too important and expensive hormones.
My day is full and so I am off.