Nails in the bread dough

Could I be any more...careless...twice!

This morning I started my bread making routine. Got the mill out, got the wheat in the measuring cup, and milled the wheat.
Then, I use a 2" pastry brush to brush to get all the flour from the bottom of the mill...I noticed one of the nails missing from the brush...(about three years ago, I lost a brush nail in the dough and did not notice it until Mrs. #2 found it during dinner!--and thank the Lord she just found it, and no mishaps)...At the time I had glued the nail and pounded it back into place...that was 3 years of washings ago...so there it went--the nail--into the flour...what to do?????

I had already had some flour and water together with the yeast, honey, oil...Now I had a brilliant (?) idea. Get another nail out of the brush and put it in the flour, so I could see what it felt like in the flour...would you believe it...I could not find the nail I had just placed in the flour...right there...I mean RIGHT THERE!

Maybe DooDah would be a better description of what I had just done. [thank you for not telling me what you are thinking, that is very kind of you]

I called DH and told him...after he stopped laughing--which made me laugh--he suggested I sift the rest of the flour.(sigh...when frustrated one does not think too well)

Sifted the flour--about 1/2 of it--and found nothing. See? my third or fourth mistake by now, was adding the flour as I sifted it, into the mixer...sigh, again!

I had to discard the entire batch...did not want to break a tooth, or worse yet, swallow the nails and...So there it is...in the patio...should had put it in the compost...now it has overflowed the giant bowl and is dribbling into the yard--mistake #5 or #6 by now!

So...dear girls, I'm typing this while I wait for my current batch of dough to rise.

Ok, ok, when you stop laughing, leave me YOUR worst bread story--maybe no one else is this wreckless.

Pictures later. ^__^

The Nesting bunnies--continued, and other happy stuff

Well, remember the bunnies that were making a nest, and then it rained, and etc. etc?...here is the continuation of the story. I did not intend to make this *a weekly episode* series; however, this is the *season finale* so to speak.

It was a dark, and stormy night--No, wait! wrong story...Last week we found out why the bunnies were making a nest in the front of our house. And not in their usual place, under the garden shed.
(Click on the pictures so you can see better)

Ok, so here is the giant groundhog/woodchuck critter, who is the reason for the bunnies' displacement. Actually, he (?) is the occupying force under the garden shed.

He is sort of cute, in an ugly kind of way. He stands on his hind legs and stretches, as a person would. Impressive stance for such a 'low rider'.
He eats--whatever it is--in the lawn, maybe grubs (ugh!) maybe delectable wild violet plants.

He thinks he is the lord of his realm, until we go outside; he gets startled and runs, low to the ground on his short little legs, and hides in his stronghold...then peeks from under his cover, until 'the coast is clear'

Here he looks as if he is waiting for something...maybe mrs. groundhog/woodchuck????...hope not! I've prayed for some bigger 'thing' to come and eat him, but are not prepared to see a mountain lion, or hamlet-size puma, in our back yard, thank you.

Meanwhile, back in the front of the house, by the entrance--mind you--I saw some movement, right there to the left...waddayaknow!

Five, cute, furry, cuddly, adorable bunnies. See them?

When I got closer, some hid under the vinca. They are so cute.

They had their eyes closed, but opened them as I approached sloooowwwwly.

Now you can see the perspective. I could have held one in the palm of my hand and closed my fingers until my fingers touched my thumb...tiny, tiny little things.

Another view with the lavender on the right.

Last night, DH and I were sitting in the living room, DH reading to me "God's Bestseller" (Biography of Willliam Tyndale, by Moynahan) It was getting dark and I got up to turn the front porch light on and saw some largish darkish thing moving...

He looked right at me! as I took this picture with the flash glowing in his eyes. He was a magnificent specimen of a black and white kitty. I have never seen him before in our neighbourhood. DH said "He must be here for some 'fast food'---perish the thought!" I said.

The kitty did not move when I opened the door, to take a better picture of him.

He looked right at home, and pretended to be enjoying the fragrant aroma of the lavender...

I went back to my chair, and DH continued reading about Mr. Tyndale printing 'octavos' in Antwerp. Suddenly, DH--who can hear the snow falling, in its season--Exclaimed, "He got one!" I ran to the door and could not see anything...as I opened the storm door, I saw the kitty moving in the middle of the lawn by the red maple. He turned and looked at me and I heard him purring...then, just as matter-of-fact as all animals are, he went back to his meal.

The rest...I cannot speak it...

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So, I'm always praying for a neighbourhood kitty to come and eat the chipmunks. Since we've trapped and relocated several chipmunks, the kitties are hungry.

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Now, something pretty: I know that *everybody* has posted pictures of the seasonal flowers, especially, since they are so bountiful this year of much rain. This is my version of the beautifully colored wonders that God has given us.

Hollyhocks

Echinacea/coneflower,

Mimosa,

Monarda/Bee Balm--so very fragrant.

Bee Balm next to the Lavender,

Another view of the Bee Balm and Lavender. I love walking by the lavender, and brushing my skirt by it, such delight!

I have been crocheting some 'circles' and hope to show you soon. They are very easy to make. Once the pattern is in your head, it takes but a few minutes to complete one.

I don't know what I'll make with them. I will have a better idea when all are completed.

I'll leave you with this:

"Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God." 1Cor 10:31

In His hands, ^__^

TASHA TUDOR

I feel sad. Tasha Tudor is gone. Here is one of the many articles.

She passed June 18, 2008. She was barely, two months from her 93rd birthday.

Miss Tudor was such an inspiration to so many. http://www.tashatudorandfamily.com/

I'll leave you with this: (she was lovely)


"Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. " Philippians 4:8

In His hands, -_-

Storms--Schmorms

WOW! ! ! !

We had some looming, dark, 'rotating', impending, threatening, slow moving, tornado producing--not--clouds last night.

Those are all the words they were using, the weather pundits. It looked dark, because the storms were coming from the southwest, therefore, covering the setting sun.
The wind was strong for a few seconds--at least here--and we had more than 4 inches of rain...but no tornadoes. THANK YOU, LORD!

What those pundits do not tell you is that we will have the most quantitative, qualitative, bumper crop of berries--all kinds--this year, because of all the water that came from the sky, i.e., rain.

I know, I know, there were several towns devastated west and north of us. (Lord, help them recover their losses) My 'beef' is with the hype of the weathercasters. We do not watch television, except in 'impending bad storms', so we were watching: One channel's 'caster was hoping for a tornado, another one was afraid of a tornado, the other one was too nervous, and the fourth one was very-matter-of-fact about the whole report. We watched him mostly, I say mostly because the others have different radar views and helicopter coverage of the actual 'lowering' clouds.

It was quite interesting, and I got a lot of handwork done [sort of watched the Lakers/Celtics also--good game.]

About the 'invitational' thing I was telling you about: I will do it monthly rather than weekly. I know myself, that I have good intentions but too many 'real life' distractions, to be able to commit to a weekly thing.

OK, HOW ABOUT ... YOU SHARE--IN YOUR BLOG--ON THE FOURTH WEDNESDAY OF THE MONTH, THE "WHATSOEVER THINGS ARE LOVELY" IN YOUR LIFE.

I have seen several ladies who do something like, 'unclutter Saturday' or 'talk about it Tuesday' or something similar. Since I love the word of God, I chose the phrase from Philippians 4.

I will define it more clearly 'soon' and post an example. I will be posting regularly on the fourth Wednesday--Lord willing, about lovely things.

I'll leave you with this:

"Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things." Philippians 4:8

In His hands, ^__^

Bunnies, whipped cream, and a thought

Do you see her????
She--and I say she, because *she* was pulling grass with great force from the lawn and bringing it here. This is right by our front door and garage entrance; does she think she'll be unnoticed?

But, bunnies are bunnies, and probably are not reasonable or logical. (The echinacea is budding and beginning to flower, by the way. Also, notice the lavender to the right,)

There they are, both pappa and momma bunny in the *sort-of-shade* under the Virginia Creeper on the post.

Pappa bunny just watching momma bunny do all the work.

These national-geographic-moment pictures were taken by DH when we came home from church on Sunday. Good thing we had the camera with us.

Update on the bunny nest building: Sunday and Monday night it rained 'cats and dogs' so the nest is all gone. They might have to start all over again, or go back to nest building under the garden shed.

Grand Masterpiece!

(Only sharing this picture since it is a collaboration between me--the Masterpiece pen drawing--and 2c--the Grand. It looks like the storms we've had lately...raninbow and all!

FOOD.

First what I made for dinner. The veggie omelette and sausage patty, on my Dickens' dishes (always makes yellow food look awesome)

Next, Dessert:

Thanks to Daisy's idea of a chocolate pie, I came up with this, using what I had.

Russian meringue, these are 2" in diameter, very crunchy-melt-in-your-mouth things.

Which were served with whipped cream and cooked chocolate pudding.

The whipped cream 'has to be' whipped way pass the "peak" stage to hold up to these nuggets.

I thought you would like it too. It is ok with me if you copy my ingredients. It's possible you would not have thought of putting them together.

Another subject:

I've been toying with the idea of doing one of those invitational *once-a-week* posts. The idea is quite complete and will let you know tomorrow--Lord willing.

Oh, and by the way, I do love to read your comments (although I may not comment in print, DH really appreciates all of them.)

I'll leave you with this:

"When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice: but when the wicked beareth rule, the people mourn." Pro 29:2

In His hands, ^__ ^

Blogging Etiquette

And sisterly help...

I need your input about the comments.

1. When you leave a comment, do you want to read my comment on your comment?


2. Is commenting on comments something to be done?


3. Is it discretionary on the part of the blogger?

That's all for today.

I'll leave you with this:

"Let not mercy and truth forsake thee: bind them about thy neck; write them upon the table of thine heart:
So shalt thou find favour and good understanding in the sight of God and man." Pro 3:3-4

In His hands, ^__^