Fruit Syrup
Hospitality was baked into how we operated in our home in Lebanon.
Hospitality was baked into how we operated in our home in Lebanon.
Last Sunday, instead of regular Sunday School, we had a potluck breakfast in the fellowship hall for all ages. I found myself sitting out of the way conversing with a friend who happened to ask me how I handled anxious thoughts.
I recently read a few lines from Ralph Waldo Emerson in which he defines the word “success.”
I look for excuses not to turn on the stove or oven in the summer. So what are my go-to dishes? Salads!
Can Flowers thrive in 100 plus temperatures?
School has let out and families are a-buzz about beach vacations. All the chatter sent my mind back to my Mediterranean beach summers.
I’ve been asked to do the flowers this week for a backyard wedding.
Growing up in Lebanon, every time we had stuffed squash and the tender insides were cored out, I looked forward to the next meal even more, because that meant we were having “yeggit koussa” (squash patties).
Is there any science behind “grandma’s” habit of planting marigolds next to squash and cucumbers in her vegetable patch?
My chickens are hilarious! Nothing deters them from announcing to their backyard world their achievements, contentment, needs, and wants!