So, I made a pavlova…

So, I made a pavlova,
A decadent sweet,
Just saying, ‘pavlova’
Is for this gal, a treat! 

Meringue of white sugar
With egg whites whipped stiff,
What my whisk couldn’t handle,
My stand mixer did; 

The recipe called for
A curd made of lemon,
Chef John, just a taste of it
Sent me to Heaven!

Then I took blueberries 
Reduced into sauce,
Took a spoon and made sure 
It was drizzled on top.

And though I’m not prone
To oblige my sweet tooth,
I did, and will do it again,
Yes, it’s truth.

It made Easter special
As it always is,
With worship and music,
With bunnies and chicks;

But, may I keep first 
In my heart EVERY day,
Is my Saviour, He LIVES!
Jesus conquered the grave!


Easter 2021

“The resurrection was indeed a miraculous display of God’s power, but we should not see it
as a suspension of the natural order of the world.

Rather it was the beginning of the restoration of the natural order of the world,
the world as God intended it to be…

The resurrection means not merely that Christians have a hope for the future but that they have a hope that comes from the future.

The Bible’s startling message is that when Jesus rose, he brought the future kingdom of God into the present.”

Timothy Keller “Hope In Times of Fear”

Happy birthday, Mom

These little African Violets, once my mother’s, now make their home on my kitchen window sill. After making them my camera’s muse, I can see why she loved them so.

They were the perfect remedy for so many ills of life here on earth.  Besides the fact that they must have eased her loneliness when her house was empty – first of children and then a husband of 70 years, she, as I do today, must have felt the relief from the grays, browns, and whites of winter with the arrival of each pretty bloom. 

Happy Birthday, Mom. If, by chance, you’ve been asked to to tend Heaven’s African Violets – with your attention and care, I know they are in good hands. For these you left to mine, thank you so very much.  

You always knew how to give good gifts. ❤️

Birthday Snowman

This little fabric postcard is now ready for a trip to the mountains and the mailbox of my younger sister, who will be celebrating her birthday in the wee early days of March. Not only did a snowman seem appropriate for her this winter, but the card had to include a snow-dog. Finding a free clip art file featuring a miniature schnauzer (her favorite breed of dog) in profile made the job easy. I love adding beads when I can, so I added some small clear seed-beads to the centers of several of the snowflakes for a little sparkle. Mostly constructed of quilting cottons, I incorporated some woolens for the hat and scarf and some really soft red velour (previously a skirt) for the heart. Why?
‘Cause she’s a soft touch, too.

Happy birthday, Michele!

July 32nd

Happy birthday to my sister, Patricia! It’s been a long standing joke that when I was little, she playfully told me her birthday was on July 32nd. This is last year’s birthday poem that I wrote to commemorate both the occasion of that moment (which BTW was the day the photo below was taken) and her birthday. 


“It’s that time of year when I’m always confused,
I remember your quote since the days of my youth;
It’s the date of your birthday, over which I will reckon,
Is it August the 1st OR July 32nd?


Whatever the month, the day or the year,
The thought of that memory, to my heart is dear;
To my sista, Patricia, I wish you the best,
For this special birthday and each one that comes next.” 

It’s July 4th

and my thoughts turn to a quiet spot located in the Adirondack Mountains, in a little wooded cemetery just a few miles north of Keene N.Y.. It’s there you would find the resting place of my great-great-great-grandfather, who as a Rhode Island teenager, enlisted with the First Continental Army. He remained a soldier for the entirety of the Revolutionary War despite suffering bayonet wounds at two separate battles and nearly dying of small pox. The battles he fought in were many. He crossed the Delaware, he endured the cold of winter at Valley Forge, and the heat of summer at the Battle of Monmouth, NJ.. Having known two teenage boys, I could reason that the decision of William Edmunds to enlist might have been driven by the desire for adventure, but adventure aside, might there have been a time, even in this young man’s heart and mind, when circumstances made his hopes grow dim? Was he ever overwhelmed with the enormity of the task at hand – even survival- as he sat with other soldiers around a fire keeping warm from the cold of winter at Valley Forge? I would hope that if he were alive today that he would know that the cause was a noble one and worth his sacrifice. It’s with deep gratitude, this July 4th, that I say thank you, Private William Edmunds, for the sacrifices you made, the dreams that you helped to inspire, and the legacy you left behind.