little acts of kindness

Rainy afternoon here.  The window is open a crack and little Sarah is watching the birds at the feeder and putting her hands out to get sprinkles of rain on them.  She feels motherly toward the birds….calling them babies.

I have BBQ pork chops in the crock pot for later, and a peach pie in the oven.  Rich is working late but I still have big and little children to feed and they sure do appreciate a good dinner.

I watched a documentary this afternoon during the S’s naptime.  It’s on instant play (Netflix) and is called “Happy”.  I’m so glad I watched….scribbled down notes, even wiped away tears at times (watching inspiring stories of people from around the world who are living a “poorer”, yet very rich in joy, lifestyle.)

One of the points brought out in the film was that “acts of kindness” toward others produces happy feelings.

Made me think of the last few days, when I was touched by some acts of sweet kindness in the children.

1.  Caleb (7 years old) got “student of the week” and a pencil.  Why?  “A girl in my class wouldn’t pick up her mess so I did it for her.”

2.  On Sunday, we were in a hurry to get out the door and I asked Rich to wet Sarah’s hair down and brush it.  He forgot and buckled her in the car seat with messy head.  I went out and sat in the passenger seat, just in time to see Jacob (15 years) get carefully back in the car with wet hands to smooth down his sister’s hair.  He didn’t know anything about the conversation between Rich and I.  He just saw that she had messy hair and dealt with it himself.  “I’m not sure how to do these hair clips” he said, awkwardly putting it in her hair.  So I re-clipped. 

3.  On Sunday evening, Rich and I were out on our date and the children saw a double rainbow.  When Ethan (14) saw it, he got the camera.

 

 

 

He took it so I could see the rainbow, too.  

 

Quotes from the documentary:

 

“Sometimes we only have rice with salt but we are very happy.”

“There is a tremendous sweetness in lifting someone’s burden up.”

“Fundamentalist groups (of religion) are generally not happy.” (but people with a healthy spirituality are happier)

“Any kind of physical activity is very important for the human body.”

“Happiness is not dependent on good or bad events.  In general, people do really good with really bad events.”

“Happy people have close family and friends.”

“Variety is the spice of life.”

“Work in community and experience social bonding, interaction, and cooperation”

“To laugh is very important.”

“It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, just being together makes us happy”  (this is how I feel everyday when we are all home again)

 

a new look for Grace

Someone special needed glasses, so with some help from her fabulous Aunt Amanda and her MOM (yours truly),

Grace was all set up with her very first pair.

 

 

The world around her was a little fuzzy around the edges and now is crystal clear.

We are so thankful; it is a joy to watch her enjoy the beauty around her with “new eyes”.

 We went on several walks this weekend, soaking all the lovely nature in.

 

 Doesn’t she look cute?

 

 

Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, where’er I turn my eye,
If I survey the ground I tread, or gaze upon the sky.

Isaac Watts

 

 

happy day

 

this special boy,our son, has a birthday today

his name is David (after my brother) Lloyd (after Rich’s grandpa)

he is such a special part of our family

a lot of fun to be around

observes everything, remembering little details from years ago

sentimental, yet all-boy; loves dirt, moving fast, mischief, and computer games

(a perfect blend of Rich and me; a testament of our love)

handsome

currently reading the “series of unfortunate events” books

he is our middle child; has three older siblings and three younger ones

so he gets to be both a big boy or a little boy, depending on the day

but I bet today he’s BIG

’cause he’s ten

innocence

 

 

I took their little hands in mine and dug roads with matchbox cars, helped carry his small bucket of water, pushed her swing so high, showed them pretty leaves, drove them downtown, walked to the thriftstore in the sun and watched them toddle straight to the toys. They just knew it was going to be a fun day with mama, and their trust humbles me.  I read books, listened to their conversations, handed out mayonnaise with cheese sandwiches (his favorite), snuggled, and watched them play through the windows of the dollhouse. 

I feel that I’m watching their sweet childhood through a window, too, my heart longing for that simple magical place that belongs only to them, ever thankful that I’m close enough to watch and savor it, and them, with so much joy.  Childhood only lasts a brief moment in time, but the memories of it last forever.

 

 

Saturday was a fall clean up day here at our place.  Rich and the older boys did most of the work outside, while I did the inside work and Grace helped with the little ones.  Dave and Caleb wandered around, not needing to be watched over.  So they were the ones that found the salamanders.  I love the picture of Davy’s hand and mine, with this small and sticky creature.  The children all like to show me their discoveries because they know how much I enjoy admiring them.  It was the Day of the Salamander…we typically never see them! But on Saturday they joyfully found them underneath rocks all over the place.

 

Grace came back from the woods with her small brother Seth.  They had gone for a walk and brought me home a half decomposed white birch log and some bark, now sitting on the mantel.

 

When I came back home from picking up pizza for our picnic lunch, I found Jacob with the camera.  He had taken a bunch of pictures of a preying mantis that he found near the garage as he was mowing.  He was able to locate it again to show me and we watched it for a little while.  It was most fascinating to observe the long legs that could fold up so nicely, or reach out to grab at grasses and climb.

 

And if all the happy nature finds weren’t enough, I also discovered a box in the mail that day from my dearest friend.  Inside, among other things, was a vintage copy of Anne of Avonlea.  Be still my heart.

I spent some time later that day ransacking all my books, trying to locate my Anne of Green Gables copy and YES I found it.

An old lady from church gave it to me when I was, as a teenager, helping her clean her house.  We opened a box of books and found it right on top.  When she saw me gasp and hold it to my “bosom” (as Anne would say), she AMAZINGLY GAVE it to me.  I treasure it.

 

 

It is so fitting that Joanna gave me the next book in the series.  I will dearly treasure both these books, always.

 

I made a new cake recipe for company Saturday night.  White chocolate and **mind the fudge filling between the cake and white chocolate whipped cream frosting**!  I am thankful the children ate it so fast…I only had one piece but that was all I needed.

 

Grace and I went to a used furniture store downtown and I found these sweet little towels, handmade with bright fabric and trimmed in ric rac and crocheted lace.  Only 2 dollars each.  They remind me of something I would find at anthropologie but the price there would be $$ too much.

 

Rich and his Gracie-girl.  He had just rode his bike for 25 miles and the two of us were about to go on our Sunday afternoon date.  PS.  He has a stress fracture in his foot and cannot run until it is healed.  No marathon for him this fall, but at least he can ride his bike.

 

Rich and I before we left;  I had a delicious blue cheese and steak salad on our date.

 

I need input on this cabinet.  I bought it at the aforesaid furniture store.  Rich promptly proclaimed it “crappity crap” (not his term, but mine, via Dottie Angel) but yours truly loves it.  I love old things that smell like something that came out of an old lady’s house.  Well, within reason, of course.

We used to have a corner entertainment stand with our old TV in it and could shut everything up out of sight.  But recently, Rich updated our TV and bought a flat screen.  *Gasp*  He  hung it over the fireplace (I’m still *gasping over the unsightliness*), but thankfully I found the prefect cabinet to hide the TV (not ordered yet) but *what to do about the VCR and all the tapes*??

I thought this cabinet would do the trick.  It’s nice and heavy but obviously painted and repainted to it’s current fabulous white state.  The inside is light orange and has three shelves.  The doors open and shut sort of stiffly but do work just fine.

What’s not to love, I ask?  (but, unfortunately he thinks it’s cheap looking and awful).  *sigh*

Other notes:

I yelled “I LOVE MY LIFE” twice yesterday as I settled into my lawn chair with a quilt, book, and coffee.  Several children looked on, amused.

I had a hot caramel apple cider at Starbucks yesterday for the first time.  Oh yes.

Jacob stayed up watching his football team lose last night and is not looking forward to being taunted at school today.

David will be starting clarinet lessons soon.

Sarah is my baby, I love her.

I finished my book; it was hauntingly beautiful.

I have spent all morning trying to find The Bad Smell.

Sarah found it; a little pile of poo in the corner.

(why?)

I will be going to the store this morning.  We are out of milk and cereal.  Dave hated his bowl of “morning mix” (all ends of cereal boxes that I save in one big storage container).

Even though the house is clean there is still laundry to do.  I will hang it on the line to dry.  It now smells of glorious fall out there.  Bliss.

I thank God for this day. Thanks for stopping by!

 

 

 

 

 

 

little bits of living

with son

with daughter

 

edged in gold

 

don’t be discouraged; you’re not the only one (amber-dear) who had great struggles with a Country Living craft/food project

we made “s’more” candy apples and they were such a PAIN in the NECK to make

tasted YUMMY though

 

just noticed this yesterday

 

reading this book

In the Shadow of the Banyan by Vaddey Ratner

 

this morning

 

 

sour cream apple squares

Dear friends,

It’s a wet day here.  And oh, so wonderful…fall is in the air and it smells of rain, leaves, and the spice of dark yellow goldenrod.  I caught a leaf in my hands as it fell today, and Seth spent the rest of our walk trying to catch one of his own.  We picked some up from the ground, too; red, orange, yellow.  The oak trees are dropping dark, nutty acorns.  We collected some of those, too

Inside the house, all is quiet but the humming of the dishwasher and the clacking of my fingers on the keyboard.  The children are tucked into bed for naptime and my coffee is hot and steaming in a shamrock green fiesta mug, perfectly flavored with sugar and cream.  I wish I had a big piece of something sweet beside me, too, but alas the apple squares are gone.  I made them this weekend and they were a big hit for the family, so I thought I would share the recipe here.

SOUR CREAM APPLE SQUARES

2 cups flour
2 cups packed brown sugar
1/2 cup butter, melted
1-2 teaspoons cinnamon
1 cup chopped walnuts
1 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
1 cup sour cream
2 tsp. vanilla
1 egg
2 cups apples, cored, peeled and chopped

Combine flour, sugar and butter in a large mixing bowl; blend with an electric mixer on low speed until crumbly.  Stir in nuts; press 2 3/4 cups of mixture into an ungreased 13 by 9 inch baking pan.  Add cinnamon, baking soda, salt, sour cream, vanilla and egg to remaining flour mixture; fold in apples.  Spread evenly over pressed mixture; bake at 350 degrees for 25-35 minutes.  Makes 15-18 servings. 

recipe source: Flavors of Fall Gooseberry Patch cookbook, page 42

The bottom crust is like a cookie and the top bakes into a soft, almost creamy cake with bits of juicy apple, hints of cinnamon, and vanilla.

The family just hacked away at them all throughout Saturday afternoon, with reckless disregard for proper “squares”.  Some took it slivers at a time, others cut big wedges. 

They were delicious.  This is a recipe I’ll be using for years to come. 

“Since my girlhood I have felt

that there is an added flavor

found only in food

seasoned by the cook’s love of her art.”

~maude dickinson