May 23, 2022 rhubarb rubbish pie 420 words

Normally, I am a good pie maker. I look forward to the fresh crops , starting with rhubarb. For those of my readers not from the upper portion of North America, rhubarb is a perennial with large leaves and dark red stems. You harvest the leaf stems by gently pulling the large outside leaf stems from the main plant. The green leaves are discsrded leaving the red stems. They are cut into half inch pieces. The pieces are mixed with a dash of lemon juice, cinnamon, sugar and a small amount of flour. A easy pie to make except this year.

Last weekend, I broke two bones in my left wrist. I gave no thought to the two hand process of pie making. Assembling my ingredients to make my pie.

I asked my husband, John to gather the rhubarb stems and discard the leaves. I cut the stems on a cutting board with a towel to hold the stem pieces in place. The dry ingredienents into a large bowl, the filling was ready for the crust.

How was I going to roll and form the crust? I made a soft oil pastry mixing with my good hand until I had a ball of soft pastry. I tried several times to use the rolling pin to roll out the dough between pieces of waxed paper. The crust was too large to roll and lift the into the pan. I came up with the idea of rolling smaller balls that I could manipulate easier. I formed the crust with my fimgers, like Playdoh. I left the pie open faced. It was odd looking , it looked like a pile of rubish ,but tasted good.

By the end of the hour I had a pie and a mess to clean up. My husband wondered why I didn’t ask for help. I replied that is hard to be a stubborn Turnbull.

Next time, I will make pie making a couple activity.

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Grandma Turnbull’s Rhubarb pie recipe.

3/4 cups Sugar

1/4 cup FLour

1 tsp Lemon Juice

3 cups of Rhubarb pieces

1 tbs butter

1 tsp cinnamon

Mix the dry ingredients

Put half the rubarb in a crust of your choice and cover with half the dry mixture

Put the rest of the rhubarb in and cover with the rest of the dry ingredients

Sprinkle with lemon juice and pat with the butter

Bake at 350 for 45 to 50 min.

Remove when it bubbles.

Copyright carolfarn@aol.com

Then and now May 16, 2022 350 words

A fellow writer, wrote about the increased noise in our enviorment in his blog. I noted the changes we are using in keeping up our properties. As a youngster,my job after the lawn was cut was to use a hand clipper to trim and cut the long pieces of grass near walls and sidewalks. This was quiet work. Today we use a weedwhacker to trim the offending weeds and grass in a noisy manner. Lawns were cut with a manual reel mower. Today we use a power lawn mower that not only cuts but will bag the clippings for disposal. This adds to the noise pollution.

This week on our evening walk we heard several motors running. It was the sound of snow blowers running to use up the gas. I remember that a snow shovel’s only noise was the occasional grunt of the person using it to lift the snow.

Today the sound changed to power washers cleaning the aluminum or vinyl siding. We used to put a fresh coat of paint on the walls. This didn’t have to be done every year and it did not add to the noise pollution problem.

This is not counting the cutting, pruning and trimming of shrubs and trees to maintain the aesthetics of our yards.

Some of these new tools are electric, but most run with a gas motor and produce noise and pollution.

I long for the rainy day when the loudest sounds are the falling rain and the occasional clap of thunder. i. I have been told that the birds are singing louder to be heard by other birds. How long can we tolerate this assult on out hearing?

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Outdoor sounds

I go to the porch for quiet.

The wood chopper is busy making chips.

I move to the back yard for peace.

Instead I perceive a weed whacker trimming the tall weeds.

In the front yard I look for solace only to hear a trio of mowers.

The sounds of nature are drowned by man.

carolfarn@aol.com

copyright may 16, 2022

Then and now may16 2022 350 words

A fellow writer, wrote about the increased noise in our enviorment in his blog. I noted the changes we are using in keeping up our properties. As a youngster,my job after the lawn was cut was to use a hand clipper to trim and cut the long pieces of grass near walls and sidewalks. This was quiet work. Today we use a weedwhacker to trim the offending weeds and grass in a noisy manner. Lawns were cut with a manual reel mower. Today we use a power lawn mower that not only cuts but will bag the clippings for disposal. This adds to the noise pollution.

This week on our evening walk we heard several motors running. It was the sound of snow blowers running to use up the gas. I remember that a snow shovel’s only noise was the occasional grunt of the person using it to lift the snow.

Today the sound changed to power washers cleaning the aluminum or vinyl siding. We used to put a fresh coat of paint on the walls. This didn’t have to be done every year and it did not add to the noise pollution problem.

This is not counting the cutting, pruning and trimming of shrubs and trees to maintain the aesthetics of our yards.

Some of these new tools are electric, but most run with a gas motor and produce noise and pollution.

I long for the rainy day when the loudest sounds are the falling rain and the occasional clap of thunder. i. I have been told that the birds are singing louder to be heard by other birds. How long can we tolerate this assult on out hearing?

*****

Outdoor sounds

I go to the porch for quiet.

The wood chopper is busy making chips.

I move to the back yard for peace.

Instead I perceive a weed whacker trimming the tall weeds.

In the front yard I look for solace only to hear a trio of mowers.

The sounds of nature are drowned by man.

carolfarn@aol.com

copyright may 16, 2022

Mother’s Day Memories, May 9th 2022

Mother’s Day is full of memories. When I was young, my Mother just wanted a day to take a sunbath after a week of five active kids. My Dad wanted to get her something grand. One year, he brought home a boat for Mother’s day. Mom took one look at the old boat and told him to take it back. She was a poor swimmer and was afraid of the water.

Another Mother’s Day, he brought two twin kittens for the family. Mom refused to allow them into the house. Instead, she had Dad make a pen in the backyard with a shelter for them. They disappeared within a week.

Mom had both sets of grandparents to celebrate the day. No wonder that my mom opted to take some time for herself ,laying in the sun. The doctors had told her to get sun on the large bones in her upper legs to absorb

vitamin D. Later celebrations, had Dad cooking hamburgers and hot dogs while Mom prepared the rest of the cookout food.

I tried to make her something from my craft items. Often if was layered with glue and colorful yarn to hold items for her desk.

Later I discovered how much she loved the memories of those simple gifts.

Cleaning out her drawers after she passed, I found a round tin box that was painted black and had a flower painted on the top. It still held bobby pins fiftty years later.

So this Year, I asked for a flower to plant in my yard and I made a visit to the gravesite of my parents to pray and thank God for them. Happy Belated Mother’s Day.

Mothers

“Mary, Mother of God, help me”, my mom is heard to say.

Often working into the night to prepare for a celebration.

Taking each child’s needs into account.

Her thoughts are for their needs not hers.

Each day she works to make a pleasant home for the family.

Roses now grow on her grave.

Remembered each year with blossoms of May

May Day, May 2, 2022

I have always felt a lightening of the spirit as the month of May approaches. As a small girl, my Mother allowed me to pick all the violets I could hold. They grew wild on the north side of our garage. picking the blue buds along with yellow dandelions, created a sunny bouquet.

I would take a group of the wild flowers to the statue of Mary displayed outside our church. I would lay my floural offering at the feet of Mary.

My brother Bob and I enjoyed listening to records of Musicals. One of my favorites was Camelot. In the story there is a song called the Lusty Month of May. I didn’t have a clue why it was called that but I enjoyed the antics of Guenivere and the knights of the round table frolicking in the woods picking flowers.

Today I will walk my small woods and pick wild flowers as I did in my youth.

Enjoy your Spring also!

Lylics from the song Lusty Month of May.

Tra la It’s May

The lusty month of May

That darling month when everyone throws self control away.

It’s time to do a wretched thing or two

And try to make each precious day

One you will always rue

Carolaspot@aol.com.

The Rites of Spring, April 25, 2022

Spring is a time for cleaning up the outdoor area. Leaves to rake, new mulch around plantings and picking up trash. In Holland Michigan, there is the annual sweeping of the streets.

My husband and I have a area in our neighborhood that we walk daily. This year, we decided to clean up the animal feces along the path to the 5th/6th grade school. It is located near a small wooded,lowland area.

We started with a trash bag and a a hand extension to pick up trash while standing.

We started to walk the short path between the start of the path and the school property. We were surprised to find and gather a full bag of dog leavings.

People were kind enough to bag their pet’s feces but they throw the bag off the path area. The bags that were used were not biodegradable and would not decompose. The good thing about the bags were they were bright, either yellow or bright green. They were easy to spot in the brambles.

Gathering the bags seemed like a weird Easter hunt.

I thought about the training that Guide dogs and their owners go through to learn how to pick up their dog’s feces. A guide dog is trained to void on gravel or a sand space. They will go on command and wait for their owner to praise them while they locate and clean up.

Perhaps other pet owners could learn to clean up after their pets.

As for my husband and myself, we will continue to walk and take a trash bag along on our walks.

Nature’s cleanup

there are leavings from wild animals.

deer leave small hard balls , birds void in flight.

only pet owners bag and toss their animals feces.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Carolaspot@aol.com

Easter Memories

After a break for medical issues, I have decided to post once a week. This post is a combiniation of thoughts about Easter memories.

The story of the origin of the Easter rabbit is from Germany. A clothed rabbit, dressed as a judge, passed judgement on tthe children to see if they would receive treats.

In our family, we received our treats in the same baskets each year. The plastic toys were included as filler with the exception of a tin chick that you could wind up and watch it peck it’s way across the floor.

The marshmallow chocolate bunnies were my favorite.

One year, I received a blow up rabbit holding my basket. Waking up in the dim light of morning, I saw a tall figure at the foot of my bed. He was standing on a chair and looked imposing .

I hid in my covers and didn’t come out until I had enough light and my glasses to see the bunny. I had to pose with that blow up toy for the Easter photos.

Now I don’t eat the Easter treats. My basket is long gone but I still have the memories of that little tin chick.

I watched little boys and girls arrive to church with new Easter toys.

They may hold a bunny or hug a chick.

I smile, remembering a toy peep that was once found in my basket.

Seeing the smiles and joy on their faces is well worth the long service. Happy Easter blessings

Spring cleaning, March 31, 2020 125 words

Most of us schedule spring cleaning after a long winter. This year, I have mental spring cleaning for my thoughts .

Usually, I will have several thoughts or ideas on my mental burner. Not so any more. I must work to complete a thought or a story. If i don’t finish the article, I run the risk of losing the whole story.

The time I decide to write has a bearing on whether the story makes sense. I do my best writing in the early morning.

Yesterday I tried to write to my cousin. I couldn’t form a greeting, much less write a short note.

It is simular to running out of virtual gas. I have to put the pen down and relax.

When the number of spelling errors increase, It is a signal to stop.

I try to limit the time I spend writing. This is the worst writer’s block I have ever had.

Wishing all my writing friends creative writing and no blocks.

Carol

carolfarn@aol.com

You can’t take it with you. March 19, 2022

Good morning fellow writers. It is great to be in the world and solving problems such as, where did I leave my notes on my poems

or what is the subject of the new Spring poem?

I find that working with words is harder than practicing thoughts. The good news is , I have slowed down in my typing to catch some of the errors.

Today, the weather is cloudy and rain is expected. I feel the light breeze caressing the hairs on the back of my neck. Hearing the spring bird courting melodies interweaving to awaken spring.

I struggle to think of the season while new thoughts and connections stream through my memory.

So I will gather my thoughts and string them into a tale.

Carolaspot@aol.com