Consider the Lilies

cali lily, yellow cali lily, one-petal flowerThis spring like many others, I set out bulbs that I had kept indoors over the winter.  This particular bulb came to me as a gift from a friend.  I planted it with my other bulbs when the weather was suitable for them.

Just a few days ago, I saw this gem peering through the ground and now it beams at me when I go out the front door.

Jesus mentions that we are to consider the lilies and how they grow.  “They toil not, neither do they spin: and yet I say to you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these” Matthew 6:28b-29 (KJV).

Solomon, born into royalty, asked for and received great wisdom granted to him by God.  His riches were unsurpassed in this world.  Even the clothing that his servants wore was breath-taking.

In II Chronicles 9:4 (KJV), we learn that Queen of Sheba visited this famous king.  Among other things she saw the spendor of his servants.  Scripture says, “…the attendance of his servants, and their clothing, his cup bearers, and their clothing , . . . there was no more spirit in her.”  What an impression they made!

Yet Jesus compares the lily’s  adornment to the royal glory Solomon experienced and displayed.

cali lily, yellow cali lily, one-petal flowerThe lily has its unique qualities programmed into its very being.   The root is given these traits by its Creator.  Where it is planted it draws nourishment from the earth, the sun and the rain He provides.  It grows according to its Creator’s design.

The lily’s existence does not depend on the lily, but on its Creator who cares for it.

Like the lily, you have unique characteristics that God had given you.  Be like the lily and grow according to His design.

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photo credit: Bretta Grabau

A Tisket, A Tasket

doily, crochet,flower-filled baskets; ecru baskets, red flowers; pineapple stitch,I like to share real beauty.

My eldest daughter made this exquisite gift and gave to her younger sister for Christmas this past year.

It took thought to decide what to give and it took thoughtfulness and self-discipline to set the time aside to crochet it.  Its value far exceeds the dollars and cents required to produce it.

Can you guess how many stitches went into the creation of this gift?  I can’t, but I do know each stitch was made with love and gladness.

crochet, crocheted baskets,pineapple motif, doily

Detail shows baskets full of pretty red posies.

You may have a craft in which you are proficient.  Or you may have one you would like to perfect.  Use it.  Take the time to make handmade gifts for your loved ones.  It may not be very costly, but it will be valuable especially when in is made with love.

photo credit: Deena Hall
photo credit: Deena Hall

From the Berry Patch

Red strawberries, strawberry plantWith my strawberries ripening in the patch, I went out to fill up my pan.

I returned with 4 quarts of red, sweet, tasty morsels.

At the urging of my daughter, I used this picking of berries for a simple treat.  Originally it came to us as a beverage syrup from The Settlement Cook Book .  But we also use it on ice cream or on pancakes and waffles.  We call it Strawberry Syrup.

Strawberry Syrup

Gather the Equipment you will need:

  • Potato masher (I don’t like using a blender.  It tends to make the berry mash so fine that the juice will not seep easily through the jelly bag.)
  • Flat pan in which to mash the berries
  • Candy thermometer
  • Several layers of cheesecloth or a jelly bag
  • A canning funnel to aid in a clean pouring of syrup into the jars
  • 5 or 6 half-pint sterilized canning jars with lids and screw bands 1/2 pint, sealed canning jar; white screwband/fruit ring on lid; white doily, strawberry jelly, jelly

Ingredients:

  • 4 cups mashed berries
  • 4 1/2 cups sugar
  • 2 cups water

Place the mashed berries in a jelly bag to extract the juice.  (You will get approximately 1-1/2 cups of juice.)

Cook sugar and water together until it reaches 234° F.  When it reaches this temperature, add the strawberry juice and bring to a boil again.  Remove from burner.  Skim the top of the syrup.  While still hot, pour the syrup into the sterilized jars and seal with lids and screw bands.

Waffles. strawberry syrup, whipped cream; strawberry garnish, china plate, white yarn place matTwo teaspoons of this syrup mixed in a glass of cold water makes a sweet fruit drink.  It also goes great with waffles and pancakes or it can be used as an ice cream topping.

Note:  We also use this recipe with red raspberries and black raspberries.   It can also be made with currants.
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Dad, Do you Remember?

(Excerpt from the book, Tales From Heritage Farm)  This poem is written in honor of my own dear Dad, Ervin A. Yankee.

 

portrait, baby in sweater, baby shoes, smiling clasping handsDad, do you remember when

First you saw my baby face?

It was red and scrunched together,

Still I was yours, in any case.

 

Do you remember, Dad

How you used to carry me?

You held me in your big, strong arms.

I rested comfortably.

 

I hurt so deeply long ago,

Black and white photo; 1950s trike; The day my puppy died.

Can you still see those second-grade tears?

I could not help but cry.

 

Remember when you taught me how

To ride my new, green bike?

You steadied me, then let me go–

From then on, no more trike . . .

 

Green and Pink ice cream, ice cream cones. . . You took my brother, Jim, and me

On trips out to the cabin;

Pony rides and ice cream cones–

Memories worth havin’. . .

 

Small child face, baby sleeping; baby fingers, baby hand

Dear Little Sister

 

. . . Remember  when you brought me home

To show me my new sister?

I longed to stay and play with her,

But I just hugged and kissed her.

 

The day I left for college,

It was hard to say good-bye.

Yet your confidence in me

Gave me strength to try.

Blonde toddler boy; tow-head child

Little Brother

 

Remember how sweet it was,

Our hearts were filled with joy,

You and Mom had another son–

A towhead baby boy.

 

Remember the day you held my hand

Grandpa, small children, ice cream conesAnd squeezed it for a while?

You walked me to my lover’s arms

As we walked down that long aisle.

 

Now you have a bunch of kids

Who love to call you, “Grandpa.”

Can you believe I have seen the day

When one can call me, “Grandma?”

Grandpa, red hat, crooked cane

Dear, Dear Dad

 

Dad, I hope you realize

That we love you so.

You’re dear Dad and fun Grandpa

I just had to tell you so.

 

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Victoria Sauce

rhubarb stalks, red rhubarb

Picture Perfect Rhubarb

Along with asparagus, rhubarb is the other first crop in my garden.

Bulbous blossoms form on the plant which I cut off.  The blossoms will take away from the growth of the leaves which I plan to harvest.  That harvest will last until early to mid-June.

Ceasing to pick the rhubarb for the remainder of the summer will give the rhubarb plants time to recover from the leaves lost in the picking.  It strengthens them for survival till the next harvest.  My rule of thumb is to stop picking the rhubarb when the strawberries are done bearing.

When the leaf stems have reached an appropriate length I pull the whole stem loose from the plant.  I generally have a knife in hand so that I can cut off and discard the huge leaves before returning to my kitchen. The stems measure 10 inches or more when clipped.

I wash and trim the stems, cutting them into 1/2 inch pieces.  I  freeze them in freezer containers to use another day, or I can make jam, or other yummy rhubarb desserts.

One delicacy I make is Victoria Sauce.  I found the recipe in the Ball Blue Book.  It is easy to make and is a delicious sauce for eating with meats.  It compares with sweet-sour bottled sauces that one finds at the grocery store.

Rhubarb-lovers will like this.

                                                Victoria Sauce

2 quarts chopped rhubarb                            1 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup chopped onion                                 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1-1/2  cups chopped, seedless raisins         1 teaspoon ground ginger

3-1/2 cups brown sugar, packed                  1 teaspoon ground allspice

1/2 cup vinegar

Combine rhubarb, onion, raisins, sugar and vinegar.  Cook until thick, about 25 minuties.  As mixture thickens, stir frequently to prevent sticking.  Add spices; cook 5 minutes longer.  Pour, boiling hot, into hot Ball Jars, leaving 1/8-inch head space.  Adjust caps. Process 10-15 minutes.  Yield: about 4 pints.
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Behold The Treasures

(An exerpt from Tales from Heritage Farm.)

Thorns, switches, dewdropsWe all have scratchy places in life similar to the berry patch.  These places seem to reach out to grab us or trip us up.  They may be as simple as berry bushes or maybe a “scratchy job” or ” snag in an uncomfortable relationship.”

Whatever it may be, why not try using Judy’s raspberry tactics?

My mom-in-law, my friend, my sister-in-the-Lord, Judy recommends, “Don’t just stand and look down at the patch (or situation), but rather get down on your knees and look up.”  Look up to the Lord Jesus; call out to Him in prayer.

In Jeremiah 33:3, God invites each of us, “Call unto me, and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things you have not known.”  In any situation, whatever it may be, He will answer and show us many things that we do not realize are just beyond our sight.  Just as in the raspberry patch, we can see beneath the surface and behold the treasures He has placed there for us.  But we must call to Him.

Right there in your scratchy spot, take Judy’s great advice:  “Get down on your knees and look up.”

(For a reminder of making that important call, see the card, Party Line.)

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Raspberry Tactics

(An exerpt from the book, Tales from Heritage Farm.)

red raspberries, raspberry bush

The Inviting Crop

Judy, my mother-in-law, had a raspberry patch which I inherited when my husband and I moved on to Heritage Farm.  I recall her relating a little trick to me that she put into practice when berry picking.  In order for me to get a pail full of berries, her counsel  was, “Get down on your knees and look up.”

Out I went, pail in hand.  The plumpness of the berries was evident.  They were indeed ready to harvest.  The tangy, sweet smell of ripening fruit made my mouth water.  I worked my way into the scratchy patch.  With every move I made, the tangle of thorny raspberry plants reached out to snag me.  I picked every ripe berry I could see.

close-up red raspberry; leaves in background

A Hidden Treasure

Then, in response to her words, I got down on my knees and looked up. . . There in that world down under the raspberry leaves bobbed hundreds of bright red treasures ready for the picking.  Judy was right!  What sound advice she gave me that day.

Since then, we have enjoyed raspberry shortcake, jam, jelly, syrup, sauce, and, of course, luscious pie.  My technique of eyeing the crop from above the patch did produce a  yield.  But a much greater, more abundant harvest was just under the canopy of leaves.  I simply needed to “get down on my knees and look up.”

(To be continued)

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Nighttime Thundershower

Darkness blankets dry earth under sultry, humid layers.

Sleep flees, ears listen intently for forecast’s fulfillment.

Hints of thunder tease the wakened sleeper, when at last

Distant sounds echo through the corridors of heaven.

horizon at night; dark storm clouds,lightning; black and white photo

Light flickers; darkness overtakes once more.

Strong flashes illuminate the landscape.

Loud rumbling follows, then quickly recedes.

Silence ensues. . .pitter,  . . . pitter, . . . pat.

 12 paned window; lit up at night by lightning; rain streaming down the panes

Steady rhythmic beats on the roof drown out the night sounds.

The driving cadence in monotony issues its cozy tenor.

Pouring rain crescendos in the ebony of night,

Then slowing again to pitter…pitter…pat.

Once again silence creeps through the room.

Blazing lightning strikes its final blow.

Window panes rattle in its wake.

Quiet resumes with light flickering as a dying candle.

Muffled drumbeats pound the earth as rivulets slide off the roof.

Rhythms fade.  A distant crackle bursts in the skies.

Darkness and silence once again enfold the earth,

Inviting the wakeful eye to relax, to rest, to sleep.

Job 37:11-13 (RSV)  “He loads the thick cloud with moisture; the clouds scatter His lightning.  They turn round and round by His guidance, to accomplish all that He commands them on the face of the habitable world.  Whether for correction, or for His land, or for love, He causes it to happen.”

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The International Airport

One day, when the children were small, we took them on a vacation.  On the way home we stopped to show them the International Airport.   We used the time as an opportunity to delight our children and to let them learn something in a new setting.

Four-year-old Danny, the oldest child, enjoyed spending lots of time learning about farm life.  For one of his favorite projects, he spent time cutting out pictures of tractors and pasting them into a scrapbook.  He discovered that each brand of tractor had a signature color.  For example, John Deere products are green and yellow, the Allis-Chalmers tractors were orange, and International-Harvestor was red, etc.  In his short years on this earth, he became adept at recognizing brands of farm machinery by their colors.

jet, Red-tailed jet

Buddy's eyes were on the red-tailed planes.

At the airport, Danny’s eye’s grew big as he saw the 727s and 747s land  on the runway.  He watched with wonder as they took off.  His eyes were glued on them whenever they taxied near to the observation window.  He did not grow tired of watching those big machines.

Many of the red-tailed airplanes loaded and unloaded passengers where we had a front-row seat.

It had been an exciting day for our little family.  But as the day wore on, we needed to leave the airport and head for home.  We got settled in the car and drove off.

While exiting the big city, Daddy asked the kids, “So, what was the best part of vacation for you?”

Danny blurted out with satisfaction, “The International Airport!”    After a moment of silence this little farm boy added, “Daddy, can we go to the John Deere Airport?”

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Hard-Boiled

“Hey, Mom, what’s for lunch?” asks your child.

“Boiled eggs and toast,”  you offer.

“Eeuuu, those green old things,”  he responds with disgust.

Brown eggs, egg carton

Good old farm eggs

Have you ever had such an exchange?  Why do some boiled eggs look white with a greenish yolk?  There is a reason and it can be avoided.

The overcooking of the egg causes the yolks to discolor.

Here is a great way to avoid the “green eggs”.

  • Place the eggs in a kettle. 
  • Add water.  The water level should reach about one-inch above the eggs.
  • Cook to boiling.
  • Turn off the burner and set the kettle of eggs on a cool burner to rest for 15 minutes.
  • Cross-sectioned Hard-boiled eggs
    Golden-yellow Yolks

    Drain off the hot water and cover eggs with cold water. 

  • Peel eggs when cool enough to handle.

The yolks will be a cheerful yellow color.  Try this little trick.  It may revive your relationship to boiled eggs.

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