Monday, March 18, 2024

Biscuits

I can't tell you how many different biscuit recipes I have tried over the years. None were light, flaky, tasty. So many recipes. So many failures. Well, I believe I have achieved a biscuit worthy of the name.  March 18, 2024 - a day to remember.

Disclaimer: I found this recipe on YouTube 


The recipe:

2 cups sifted self rising flour
1.5 cups heavy cream
Work dough, folding several times
Press to .5 thickness 
Cut Biscuits 
Put in pan, sides touching
Brush tops with beaten egg
Bake 450 for 15 minutes 
Brush tops with melted butter


Monday, March 11, 2024

A New Week

A new week has begun and I'm hoping my emotions will be on a more even keel. It has been very hard to accept that Angie is gone. So hard. The slightest thing can have me in tears. 

This photo is from 2002, one of the windows on the Ponce Inlet lighthouse in Florida. I believe this was taken with my Sony F707.



  

Saturday, March 02, 2024

Clockwork


 The porch lights will come on at dusk,

And they'll go off four hours later.

Like clockwork.

I'll manage to fall asleep

And dream strange dreams.

I'll wake before dawn,

like clockwork.

The day will pass,

Somehow.

Each hour like clockwork.

Distractions, so welcome,

Move me forward. 

And yet, time has stood still since you left.

The sun and the moon continue their dance

Across the sky. 

The stars shine and the waves crash, 

Like clockwork.

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

Let there be light

"I can do it myself." It's difficult for me to ask for help. If there is any way possible, I will do it myself. I know my limitations though, electrical problems for example. Sometimes, I have gotten into trouble. Like when I painted my entire great room and ended up with bursitis in my shoulder. And more recently, pulling two heavy bins out of the storage room. That was months ago and I'm still having shoulder issues. I've lived alone for fifteen years now and I've learned that if I want it done, I'll probably have to do it myself. And so, this morning I was on a ladder, replacing burnt out bulbs in my patio lights.



 

Sunday, February 11, 2024

Worn

I realized yesterday that my bible is 70 years old. It was given to my sister on her eleventh birthday. After she passed away, mom gave it to me. It's full of memorabilia- wedding notices, funeral cards, birth announcements; all the milestones of life.

The zipper is coming loose, c'est la vie. 



Friday, February 09, 2024

Rose and Rose

This is a rose from one of Angie's funeral bouquets, lying on top of a watercolor rose that I painted earlier.




It takes concerted effort not to allow grief to envelop you, keeping you rooted in a place of sorrow and heartache. 
 

Thursday, February 08, 2024

Dearest Angela

My beautiful, precious daughter-in-law passed away suddenly. We are devastated; our hearts are broken. She was loving, caring, thoughtful. She loved my son completely and was his best friend. Her son was her pride and joy. He's grown into a wonderful young man. 


The sun will rise again in a few minutes. And we will wonder how can that be, that the world goes on without our precious one.