Grateful today

Image from Pinterest.

Yesterday was a hectic whirlwind of activity. Vacuum, mop, dust, Grocery store, laundry, and a Pork Shoulder done in the crock pot, with my first attempt at Naan bread. Everything came together like a symphony.

I love a full day, and climbing into bed with freshly washed sheets. There is a definite feeling of well being and sleepiness.

You might be thinking….”Wendy, you worked all day! What are you grateful for?”

I guess I’m grateful that I can. I have the physical, and mental ability to get things done. I’ve always enjoyed that moment, when the house is clean and I sit for a moment in pure satisfaction….even knowing it will soon be dirty again, but for now it is clean.

Sometimes I need cake

Yes, I’m on a carb fix. Yes, I am comforting myself with food.

There is something about warm Ricotta cake, fresh out of the oven. Especially slathered with freshly whipped cream. It is comfort to my soul.

The quiche was pretty tasty too.

I’ll work out again tomorrow. Tonight I’m eating CAKE!

Sunshine in the Salvia

We’ve had a rainy couple of months, which makes the plants happy. But I think they are happiest in the sunshine.

The sunshine is starting to peek though the Magnolia tree, dotting the foliage and flowers.

Just be weird

I have no idea if this is an authentic quote or not. There is so many odd memes out there anymore, but I like it.

I recently reconnected with someone I knew when I was in college. The more I speak with them, the more I realize how much they don’t get me. That’s ok.

I am committed to just being my own weird self, and enjoying as much as I can.

A Friday in April

It’s been a beautiful week, 

Full of ups and downs.

More ups than downs.

The sun has been warm, the breeze soft 

As we have slipped into April.

Wild flowers blooming, trees leafing,

Is there anything more beautiful that a new green leaf

Or a field full of flowers?

Sitting on my porch, my lemon and orange trees have flowered,

The fragrance is better than jasmine.

I can’t wait for the fruit to come, 

But it won’t be ripe till December. 

Until then, I will enjoy the day.

I hope your first Friday in April is beautiful. 

Are you a dim bulb?

Dim Bulb…it was a cut, a slight, a disparaging remark to insult someone if you called them a dim bulb.

I realized why we couldn’t see well to read at the kitchen table.

Not only were two burnt out, but two more were quite dim.  Can you see the reflection in the bulb?

Darn you dim bulb.

Today I’m grateful for light, and the ability to have more light for the Holidays.  

Oh, and tall, handsome sons to reach things too tall for the mama.  That’s awesome.

Summer honey tasting 

With my favorite gal pals in tow, I foisted off some of my honey in a little luncheon party.

From left to right, our first, second, and third honey harvests this year.  Each having its own color, and special flavor.

The first, very sweet “Texas White” honey, From the earliest wild flowers harvested in Mid April.

The second, darker, smokier honey, most likely influenced by the Yaupon and Mesquite blooming, harvested in May.

The third, a light, but deeply flavored honey that when I held it to the top of my pallet and breathed, I got the fragrance of the hive.  The later wild flowers and clover probably at work here.

It gave me such a profound sense of satisfaction and pleasure to put together the nosches for this gathering.

I baked lemon scones, wrapped Prociutto around melon, added strawberries, cheeses, crackers, and (not pictured) smoked sausage and cantaloupe bites.

The second pull of honey was unanimously voted best with the strawberries and sausage.  Number three won with the blue cheese, and the scones.  Number one, didn’t win any prizes, but was considered very nice with the scones and butter.

We had a little salad to cleanse the palate.

To finish off the meal, I grilled peaches on the stovetop, and those went great with all three offerings.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get a picture of our Prosecco punch.  But I’ll give you the recipe.

  1. 1 Bottle Prosecco chilled
  2. 1 cup Deep Eddy (or your favorite) lemon vodka chilled
  3. 1 cup simple syrup ( I used my number 1 honey in mine. 1/2 water, 1/2 honey stir)
  4. 2 cups watermelon juice.  Purée fresh watermelon in a blender, strain well.  Chill.

Combine all in a pitcher, give it a stir.  

If you want it a little sweeter, add more simple syrup.

The preparing a meal, and the enjoyment of company today was such a welcome diversion.

We all hung out at the sink and cleaned up after, then finished off the punch figuring out our next gathering.

Today, I’m so grateful for friends, for my bees, for being able to enjoy some of the fruits of our labors.


I’m so grateful the seeds we put down in March took, and we have a beautiful blanket of wild flowers to enjoy.

The waiting, the wondering.  Planting seeds and waiting for them to germinate, sprout, grow, and flower.

What color will they be?  What kind will do well?  Will the birds eat the seeds?  Did I plant too late?  Will it rain?

It takes time.  It takes effort.  It takes patience.  It’s so worth it.