Today we celebrated my Grandparent’s 60th wedding anniversary. Incredible is an understatement. How many utterly ordinary moments must they have shared in sixty years of marriage–sixty years of bills, of dishes, of head colds, of lawn-mowing, of doctors appointments, of long work days. Yet here they are, still helping each other get about, still providing for each other, still loving each other.
They have been present in my life in a beautiful way, sharing countless stories of days long gone, of the trials and triumphs of daily life. They’ve taught me lessons in tenacity, hospitality, pie-making, humility, mindfulness, piano, canoeing, and cards–lots of cards. None of these were learned in a day, but rather represent their consistent presence in my life over the years (only a third of their married life!) I have been so greatly influenced by their faithfulness in the mundane–in service of each other, yes, but mostly in service of God. They are first to remind me of their imperfections in this, but it is so clear from their life and their marriage that Jesus is central. Glory be to God for sixty years of marriage, of bills, of dishes, of colds, of lawn-mowing, of doctor’s appointments, and of long work days.
And so I must away, to be faithful in the monotonous work of studying.
Happy 60th, Grandma and Grandpa!
a beloved nobody
I’m always ready to try a new biscuit recipe, especially ones from spiral-bound church cookbooks. The following is a modification of a simple drop biscuit recipe from an old missionary cookbook. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
Cheddar Chive Drop Biscuits—enjoy plain and hot, or smothered in mascarpone
2 c. flour
1 Tbsp. baking powder
½ tsp. salt
4 Tbsp. butter, cold
1 c. cheddar cheese, grated
¼ c. chives, chopped
1 c. milk
Preheat oven to 425°F. Thoroughly combine flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar in a mixing bowl. Work butter into dry mix using a pastry blender until butter is in pea size crumbles. Gently stir in cheese and chives so they are coated with flour. Slowly add in milk, stirring until sticky dough forms but being careful not to overwork the dough.
Drop dough onto lined or greased baking sheets and bake for 10-15 minutes until golden brown. Remove from oven and stuff in face place on cooling rack. Yields 15 medium sized biscuits.
a beloved nobody.
It’s another rainy Friday here, but this is Good Friday, so this must be good rain, eh? So far it has brought many birds to my back garden, and many contemplative thoughts to my heart.
But my recovery cannot spring from any cause in me,
I can destroy but cannot save myself.
Yet thou hast laid help on One that is mighty,
for there is mercy with thee,
and exceeding riches in thy kindness through Jesus.
–from “Kept by God” in Valley of Vision
Have a good, Good Friday and a Happy Easter weekend.
a beloved nobody
If April showers bring may flowers, what do March showers bring?
They bring coziness, sips of hot black coffee, murder mysteries, and decadent cookie baking, that’s what.
I used this recipe by Phyllis Grant of dashandbella.blogspot.com, and found the results more than satisfactory–the perfect movie theater contraband (The Grand Budapest Hotel, anyone?)
Stay warm; Stay dry,
a beloved nobody
Spring is officially here!
And with it the usual cleaning, baking, studying, and pollen layer covering everything outside. However, this year it also has brought lots of snow peas! They are deliciously sweet, and I (and my neighbors) have been enjoying them raw off the vine. I got swept up in the thrill of the harvest and planted radishes and tomatoes. Hopefully the carrots will get their act together in time for Easter.
~a beloved nobody
Florida weather is always odd, but this February has been particularly bipolar.
That being said, it seems my pea plants have decided it is time for spring and have valiantly started producing blossoms. Last week the first couple blooms showed their faces, and then I came back this weekend after being out of town to be greeted by many smiling faces. My camera batteries died, though, and now it is raining so no pictures as of yet, but they shall be forth coming.
In the mean time, dream of spring.
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
~a beloved nobody
Hello there and Happy 2014!
Hope that this New Year has been treating you well thus far.
I am not even going to attempt to make up for lost time in any sort of detailed manner, but here are some photos of the garden and the holidays.
the traditional Christmas photo
the progressing garden…
in need of some TLC after the polar vortex
12 Therefore lift your drooping hands and strengthen your weak knees, 13 and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be put out of joint but rather be healed. [Hebrews 12]
Stay warm and enjoy the Olympics.
-a beloved nobody
Hoorah! Today I have started my very own vegetable garden. Yes, I do realize it is November and an unusual time to begin a garden, but here in Zone 8 it is just the right time for planting carrots and snow peas. So, after much ado, I have gingerly sown the little seeds and eagerly anticipate little green faces.
As of today, I have been back in the states for exactly the same number of days as I spent in Britain this summer. Though it was only 65 days, it is a bit sad to think that from now on I am farther away from this summer rather than closer to it. Entirely unintentionally, I had a jolly conversation over mid morning coffee and a plate of biscuits (aka: cookies). My sweet old neighbor (old as in no longer my neighbor as well as in age) and I talked about my time in England, as well as her time there some 75 years ago. So much of what I loved most about my summer–biscuits, drinks, and chats–was brought back to my little old life in Florida merely by a break in the morning for neighborly love.