Breakout!

Breakout!

Do you feel imprisoned? Are you locked up by grief and pain?Read the story of Job again and figure out which character you are?

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Any Fruit Cobbler

Any Fruit Cobbler

Several of you requested the recipe for my blackberry cobbler after I posted a picture of it on FB for the occasion of my husband, Tim’s, birthday. I’m calling it “any fruit cobbler” because this same recipe and technique can be used for any fruit in season. I especially remember mom making peach cobbler and “toot” (mulberry) cobbler in Lebanon.

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Poppies

Poppies

I’m on my second year of growing poppies. These majestic yet delicate flowers evoke so many memories for me, especially the profusions of them blanketing the terraces and meadows at the wake of springtime in Lebanon.

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Yaghne or Vegetable Stew Like Mama Used to Make

Yaghne or Vegetable Stew Like Mama Used to Make

I’ve always cooked for pleasure, and part of that pleasure was anticipating the certainty of smiles of appreciation and enjoyment on our guests’ faces. However, yesterday morning, after an uncomfortable night of off-and-on painfull sleep, I was inclined to lay on the couch and binge watch something engrossing.

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I Wept

I Wept

I wept. Commiserative grief, survivor’s guilt, and all-consuming powerlessness pushed at my soul after listening to the news about all the plants full of COVID infected but non-symptomatic mothers and fathers. This drowning sadness triggered in me historical vignettes of the marginalized WWII prisoners dejectedly lining up to enter what they thought was a work camp, but for the old, feeble, or the very young, was a death march into the incinerators.

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Summer Window Boxes

Summer Window Boxes

Its hard to create a summer window box that not only survives, but thrives in the Texas heat! I put my mind and trowel to it when a friend asked me to help her out.

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Open Your Eyes

Open Your Eyes

My youngest granddaughter called and we were face timing, a regular happening during this season of isolation. It’s killing her that she hasn’t been able to see her chickens that she picked out as babies and brought home. She likes for me to walk around our garden paths to see how “her” plants are growing: the green beans reaching with their first tendrils to climb the trellis and the eggplant and okra poking their heads out but waiting for the heat to really thrive.

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