Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Eye Candy Friday
photo:Ziniania |
Poutine: A Canadian dish that originated in Quebec,
that consists of a bowl of french fries and cheese curds with hot gravy on the top, where the cheese melts from the heat of the gravy to a very tasty, very rich and very yummy treat !!!
more info at the link below :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poutine
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Oh, the joys of fresh snow !!!
I know, in a couple of months I won't be singing the same tune. When we are going to be buried in it and fed up of shoveling it...but for now let's enjoy the fresh snow. Canada after all is a winter wonderland!
photo:Ziniania |
photo:Ziniania |
photo:Ziniania |
photo: Ziniania |
photo:Ziniania |
photo:Ziniania |
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
For the animal lovers out there...
I know, I know another video...but my son send me this one and it is so cute and fuzzy...so cute indeed, that I had to post it.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Nature is amazing!!!
My good prairie friend Wally, send me this video and I am charring it with you. Have a wonderful week.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
A day for a hearty beef stew!
photo: Ziniania |
http://www.foodnetwork.ca/recipes/Cheese/recipe.html?dishid=10400
Monday, November 14, 2011
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade
When the weather gives you a lot of rain, make living bridges .
Friday, November 11, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
An Interesting book
I love memoirs and biographies. I recently read the memoir of Mary-Ann Kirkby "I Am Hutterite" The fascinating true story of a young woman's journey to reclaim her Heritage.
What really impressed me the most was the treatment of the pregnant women by the colony. I scanned that part so you can read how well a mother was treated in comparison with today's mother or even a mother of 30 years ago. These days if you have a normal birth (no cesarean required ) you are out of the hospital in 2-3 days. With a colicky baby, engorged breasts (if you have chosen to nurse), hurting in unmentionable places, they send you home completely unprepared. Most probably your family lives far away and your husband or partner is as clueless as you are, while you are dealing with this new baby. At the same time your hormones are playing havoc with your body, while you need to figure out how to deal with a crying baby, how to feed it and take care of it, and of course take care of yourself and your significant other. There is nobody to chop for you, or prepare you a meal, or give you some advise so you are left alone to your own defenses.
No wonder some women experience postpartum depression after the birth of their child. The famous: "It takes a village to raise a child " doesn't apply these days.
There is no village really... just two people or sometimes just one ... inexperienced and scared doing what they think is appropriate and hoping for the best!!!
Here is the excerpt from her book:
"As Catherine bared her soul, I understood for the first time that freedom is not found on a Hutterite colony any more that it is found off the colony. True freedom is an inside job-it is taking responsibility for ourselves and daring to confront and release the anger and resentment that keeps us from leading meaningful lives. My parents had wanted us to have that freedom by not saddling us with their baggage, but most of all, by pursuing the path of forgiveness themselves. Now it was up to us to rise to the challenge."
P.S You can click on the paragraphs so you can see them on a bigger format.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Apples
water color 9x6 inches |
Autumn Song by Katherine Mansfield
Now's the time when children's noses
All become as red as roses
And the colour of their faces
Makes me think of orchard places
Where the juicy apples grow,
And tomatoes in a row.
And to-day the hardened sinner
Never could be late for dinner,
But will jump up to the table
Just as soon as he is able,
Ask for three times hot roast mutton--
Oh! the shocking little glutton.
Come then, find your ball and racket,
Pop into your winter jacket,
With the lovely bear-skin lining.
While the sun is brightly shining,
Let us run and play together
And just love the autumn weather.
All become as red as roses
And the colour of their faces
Makes me think of orchard places
Where the juicy apples grow,
And tomatoes in a row.
And to-day the hardened sinner
Never could be late for dinner,
But will jump up to the table
Just as soon as he is able,
Ask for three times hot roast mutton--
Oh! the shocking little glutton.
Come then, find your ball and racket,
Pop into your winter jacket,
With the lovely bear-skin lining.
While the sun is brightly shining,
Let us run and play together
And just love the autumn weather.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
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