PEACH PIE

Birds have to eat you know, and I have shared my sweet little peach tree with them for a couple of weeks….but they have become stingy….and have randomly pecked at my precious little peaches until Huh-Honey and I said….ENOUGH!

This year is my first crop!  We planted this peach tree only last Fall, so I think it is fair to be selfish when it comes to my peaches…

we picked about 50 of these Alberta beauties….we just had dinner and I decided….I am making a peach pie! 7:30 in the evening.

WHY???? because I know my house will smell wonderful and Bob will eat it.

so I began the process, and this very simple recipe tells me that the preparation time is only 15 minutes….. (LIAR!) my prep time was more like 45 minutes! cook time 40…

I want to tell you….I am not a wonderful cook.  I have never considered myself a wonderful cook but sometimes when I get the bug…..I can be a wonderful cook (baker, whatever). 6 cups of these sweet peaches.

 

Mixed and tossed with “stuff”

 

 

 

Then dumped into a yummy crumbly pie crust…(I quit rolling pie crust when I found this one)

 

 

Topped with more crumbly buttery brown sugar cinnamon “stuff”

 

 

 

It was really full!  My mouth was watering…

 

 

 

 

Popped that baby into the oven for 40 mins.

and……

watched America’s Got Talent while the house was filled with blissful aroma….

 

Then wahhh-laaaa

 

 

 

 

I TOOK IT OUT OF THE OVEN*

LET IT COOL A BIT *

PLACED IT IN THE REFRIGERATOR………….

AND WENT TO BED!!

YEP EVEN HUH-HONEY was too full from dinner to have a piece LOL.

Yeah…I know….CRAZY huh….I am hoping it is as yummy tonight for dessert……

(sorry I forgot to bring the recipe to post with the measurements, I will do that if you would like me to!)

hugs and smiles across the miles….linda

He sends me roses

I know, it totally doesn’t make sense to anyone, but after being gone for a while do you just NOT know where to begin?  That has been my problem.  So just a few minutes ago, I decided.  Just begin at the latest memorable date….which was August 2nd 2010.

He sends me roses.  I think there just has to be a song or poem in that phrase SOMEWHERE and I probably have it in me…SOMEWHERE but not this minute in time…it will have to come later.  Maybe tomorrow.  But today I am sharing a verse I wrote years ago.  I have never shared it.  There hasn’t been a reason to.

He sends me roses…..every year….this year was no different.  If he could afford to send 40 he would have…but I would have skinned him alive….

I don’t know why, maybe because he sent me red roses for our first anniversary….and it has become….significant.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A fun weekend of fishing with friends set the pace for that special Monday….we were doing what we both love to do…even though it wasn’t a fancy expensive extravaganza…

Think of two old seafaring captains,

Telling a tale about their adventures on the sea

Or a story about the life they lead

Or maybe a story of you and me.

They would talk about the mighty storms that rocked their grand ole ships;

About the sunsets on a paradise island, about gold and jewels and pirates;

They would tell of squabbles and brag a bit,

Each would think his tale was the better one,

Of life and loves, and it seems to me…

our life is a story just like the sea, never ending.

Think of two old friends, sitting in front of a barber shop;

Having a coke, and sharing a joke, telling a story;

They would talk about the good ole days, what it was like to be young and courting;

They would mention a love not soon to be be forgotten; a love with laughter, sorrow, and mourning.

These two old friends would chat a while and watch as people walked by;

Sometimes not having to say a word, each knowing what the other was thinking about….without being heard.

Think of two young lovers, sitting on an old porch swing; holding hands and giggling, watching falling leaves and listening to birds sing.  Stealing a kiss now and then and blushing; wondering if anyone was watching.

It is a story our lives once knew…innocent, tender and still true.

Think of a story, with a beginning and no end;

Of two lovers who have become the best of friends;

Two friends who became the best of lovers;

This is a story like no others.

It could be told by two seafaring captains

Or two old friends

Or two young lovers

This story is a special one, still being written, with all I have spoken of.

And

“He still sends me roses”

40 years…still going strong…I am one lucky (blessed) lady.

There Heeeeerrrrreeeee! (say it like the poltergeist movie)

Well….there was much anticipation…I could hardly stand it.  I took the day off and we drove the 150 miles to Las Vegas to pick up “the girls”.  It is actually only an hour and a half drive if you don’t hit the Las Vegas traffic.

We arrived early enough for me to sit and people watch for about 30 minutes… there are some interesting people at the Las Vegas airport.

 

 

 

  I forgot to charge my camera battery and I wanted to save my shots for “the girls”

 

 

In between each flight landing the escalators are empty.  Then a flight lands and all of a sudden they are full of people…as Natalie texted me that the “EAGLE HAD LANDED” I got a huge lump in my throat as I stood at the bottom of the escalator.  You see, even though I talk to my daughter almost every day…I haven’t see her or “the girls” in a year since their last visit.  I was really excited this time…

Then they came…down a different escalator of course!  and they started running towards me…I didn’t know which one to hug first….”OH MY GOSH” “the girls” are so big!

 

My “Madi girl” is all grown up…..in ONE year!  she is in high school now so she is wearing a little eye makeup of course and she has braces now…and her hair is growing out again!  She cut it 2 years ago real short after having waist long hair her whole life…it was a teenager thing to do ya know!

 

My six year old “Brookie Cookie” is still the clone of her mother and will always be!  Such a cutie pie!  AHHH where does the time go?  She calls me “Mema”.  Madi calls me “Grammy” or “Grams” for short.  It is just these 2 that have a special name for me.

 

My “Madi girl” has grown, in height.  She is almost as tall as me.  She has legs that don’t stop!  Legs to be envious of….not like me…LOL  it kills me to think of her getting this mature…she is my first grandchild.

and where is a picture of my sweet daughter???well here is the back of her as I try and keep up with them as we leave the luggage pick-up.

I cried when we met, I couldn’t stop hugging her.  I mean…..I just couldn’t!  She means the world to me.  She is so smart and pretty and such a good daughter.

LOL I guess I just was not fast enough with the camera to get her front..anyway she has always hated her picture taken…not like the girls in that way at all…

 

see  how she turns her face away from the camera….

Well we stopped at “Joe’s Crab Shack” to get some lunch before heading to St. George.  It is a stop we do each time they come to visit.   Funny thing is…we are at a Crab Shack in the middle of the desert!  LOL we laugh about that because the East Cost Crab is much better than desert crab lol!

Papa (Huhoney) was a sport and put the bib on. So far this is the last photo I have taken.  I know I know, what have I been doing since?  Well unfortunately…working.  Yes, going to work.  For now anyway.  Taking 3 weeks off just isn’t an option for me at this time.  But I will be taking some time off soon.  I imagine this weekend “the girls” and I will be busy doing what girls do.  I just need a day to lay out at my pool and catch up with girl talk.

I love my girls. 

Huhoney is doing alright.  He has a procedure scheduled for July 6th to get the  hole in his heart fixed.  There will be a lot going on that week.  Forgive me if I only drop in occasionally.  I think of my village friends often and I feel so blessed to have your prayers continually in our behalf.

I know everything will go well with the procedure.  The clot remains.  There is risk in everything but we are putting our faith in the doctors and trusting they know what is the best thing to do.

For now……my brain is in vacation mode.  Even though I am at work. LOL

Hugs and smiles across the miles……

Just a few words…

First off, I just want to tell everyone how much I appreciate all of  your kind thoughts, prayers and well wishes on behalf of Huhoney and me.  Yes, they were felt.  ALL of them.  Huhoney is doing well, not all of the Dr. apts.  have been met yet.  He still has an apt. next Monday with the heart Doc.  To see if they think he needs to have the hole in his heart fixed.  Just a minor thing…(we  hope). His leg is still swollen, that means that the clot is  still there and that his body hasn’t absorbed it yet.  But Huhoney is working on that.  He said he has talks with his body every day to heal and be well.  He misses not doing what he always does…and that is being a BUSY BEE.  He can’t wait to get out on his bike once again…..me too.

I am looking forward to next week Wednesday when the girls arrive.  My sweet daughter Natalie and her daughters, Madison (now all grown up at almost 15!) and who I won’t recognize  because I haven’t seen them in a YEAR,  and Brooklyn ( age 6, and you know what that means…) will be here for 3 weeks.  Yes it is sad.  I will have to work for some of the time they are here.  But Papa will try and keep them entertained.  The pool will be opened and we will see shows and plays in the evenings.  We will be busy!  After last weeks hot temps of 106 degrees today it was a balmy 86 degrees.  I really am not sure what next week will be like.  Probably HOT.

About a month ago when I was up North for Lauren’s dance recital I drove home alone and stopped on Hwy 36 at a landmark that has been standing for….oh a long long long time.  I have always wanted to stop and take some pictures.  I imagine all of the kids that have stopped here and put their mark on this tall cement building.  In it’s day I am sure it was used a lot by the railroad.  Huhoney said it is a grain silo.  Or was for that matter.  Now it is just an old useless cement building.  Something people stop and wonder about as they pass it by.  I am sure if it could talk….it could tell some interesting stories.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is a lonely sort of place this silo.  But for some reason it just attracts me and I am so glad I was able to stop this time and take these meaningless pictures…..

Have a wonderful weekend everyone….and thank you again for all your kind thoughts and priceless friendships!

LOVE, HUGS, AND LOTS OF SMILES ACROSS THE MILES….