Prayers Blog Posts
This Is my Father’s World
I so enjoy having children visit my garden. They absorb droplets of joy like a bird drinking from a birdbath. I especially love their inquisitive follow-up questions to whatever I’m saying to them!
Kibbeh El Hazeeneh (Sad Kibbeh)
This dish is served on Good Friday or during the Holy Week, meaning the week where Christians commemorate the suffering of Christ. It is a week of fasting when meat is not eaten which is why this kibbeh is totally vegetarian.
Clubhouse?
As a very young child, we lived in an apartment in Beirut, Lebanon on a school campus (BBS, Beirut Baptist School). My parents had started this school in the garage of the apartment building which ran parallel to a main thoroughfare leading to Beirut’s old downtown.
March Garden Perennial Checklist
If you didn’t get a chance to thin out and transplant your perennials in the Fall, the optimum time, do it now!
Worn Hands
Worn, wrinkled, spotted, and knobby hands on top of my equally worn, wrinkled bible praying and praying some more.
Seed Harvest, A Winter’s Job
On a brisk, cold winter day, when skies are clear and the afternoon sun is targeting my back porch, I pull up a chair with my back to the massaging warmth and process seeds from my previously harvested blooms.
In Tune with The Divine
It’s a cold and crisp, sunshine day. The garden is holding its breath for the first sign of spring.
Roses Are for Valentines
February is the month for roses: planting, transplanting, pruning, and fertilizing.
Webster’s Second Job
Way before the age of personal computers, google search, and Alexa, my parents provided us with information at our fingertips with subscriptions to Newsweek and National Geographic. Our home’s hallway was lined with bookshelves containing three sets of encyclopedias, and at the “T” juncture at the end of the hallway, a mammoth Webster’s Dictionary lay open like a family bible on an altar!
Southwest Braised Brisket
It’s hard to be inspired to cook when all my herbs are frozen till next spring! I’m used to walking out in the yard and having the herbs speak to me.