It’s almost Friday. Yikes! Time flies. I remembered that I had a few pictures on the camera to share and since the weekend looks like it will be just as busy as the week was, I will just throw a bunch of random stuff together.
This past Saturday we made wreaths! It’s the third year we have made them using branches from trees Farmer Neal planted years ago.
I only finished two wreaths with grand hopes to make lots more. Pretty sure we are just going to end up with the two.
I love how they turn out, all wild and earthy looking. It would look better if I had taken down the corn stalks that are still out there.
I never showed you how that looked back in October did I?
We didn’t have pumpkins so I used squash. I like to use what I have. Of course now those squash are in the basement or already consumed, but those stalks are still in the same spot, just with a pretty white snowy backdrop.
Since I just found a couple other pictures I never posted, but were resized to put on the blog, here you go …
My best guess on the cabbage picture is that I thought it was pretty?
I have tried several times to get a picture of Benedict and a hen over the past several months … since he was just tiny. I had this idea to do an “Eggs Benedict” post. Hee hee … still makes me laugh and I thought of it months ago. Anyway, the birds in the picture are actually young roosters. Which obviously isn’t “Eggs Benedict”. Plus, they are so far away and Benedict is a bit blurry. Overall, it just isn’t any where near the cool picture I was hoping for. Still funny though.
I took a couple of pictures of Farmer Neal while he was putting hay on the septic system during our first snow a few months back. He
yelled from a far said “you are going to take a picture of my procrastination?”. I assured him that the average person wouldn’t know that it should have been done before the snow was actually flying, they would just think that it was a lot of work and also think he was cool. And if you do know that this should have been done earlier, please don’t judge … we lead a very busy life, and somethings just have to wait.
Plus, it is done … and even if it was at the last minute, it was still done … and that is really all that matters.
Here is a random shot of Evelyn … up close! Oh, and with a dirty face too I see. Her deal a couple weeks ago was to walk up to the camera when I was trying to take her picture. Pretty sure that she thought she was helping.
Here are the kids after a “spice run” that we took during canning season. If I recall, it was an emergency need for garlic powder to make pizza sauce. And, I also recall getting every spice except the garlic powder. Good times.
Ok … I will stop with the random pictures and get back to this week.
I started a little Christmas Candy making the other night. The pretzels were started as the clock struck midnight. Only took about an hour so that wasn’t too bad.
Tonight I made my cookies for a cookie exchange on Monday.
Pecan Tassies. 11.5 dozen. They are tasty. While I was baging them up and adding a little card with the ingredients Evelyn was watching me. Half way through I realized she could totally help! So she put the paper in and then handed me a twist tie. Her little face lit up when she was helping. Super cute.
Before I made cookies today I tried to make some felt ornaments. In my head they are really fun and perfect for gift giving. The reality is that they are not fun and far from perfect. I stopped after 3 different “plans” to make them cute. I have a couple other ideas to try if I have time. I tried to take a picture of them for you. My plan was to have Evelyn hold them. Turns out she wasn’t in the mood so I put them on the corner of Mathias’s crib. But the light was really bad. Then I put them here.
Any clue as to why that was the dumbest idea?
Now tonight I need to make some spritz cookies and start cleaning the house. I have a pampered chef party tomorrow night so I need get a few things in order. Unfortunately the clock is closing in on 11:00pm. Not sure what will get done, but I better do something even if it’s wrong.