Flowers, Banana Bread, Children, and Life
These are the flowers I picked and put in the vase that used to be my mother’s.
They’re my first bouquet of the year.
I picked them out in my yard. It’s been too wet to cut grass, so the wildflowers just keep popping up.
I picked another bouquet today. They’re lovely but the daffodils are gone now. I have buttercups for the yellow.
My youngest sister made the bowl next to the flowers and I filled it with stones I had from the Great Lakes. My sister loves stones too.
I’m also a collector of nests. One of the things I learned about my sister Grace last year is that she also collects them.
She’s the sister who made the bowl. How fitting that the little nest lives there in the bowl she made with the stones and the heart I bought for my mother when I was in Vermont the year she passed away.
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There are four ripening bananas on my kitchen counter. I’ll probably eat one with my breakfast tomorrow, or make my husband a peanut butter and banana sandwich for lunch.
The other three will ripen a little more and I’ll make banana bread out of them.
With walnuts.
Then we’ll toast a couple slices, butter them, and top them with bubble eggs and have them for breakfast. Or supper. Probably Sunday when we’re by ourselves.
The grandkids prefer sausage gravy and biscuits. And I oblige.
They’re delightful to have around. All three of them. And there’s plenty of love–and gravy–for everyone..
And laughter, always laughter.
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This is what life is to me. Delighting in the beauty of nature and children. Showing love to those I love.
As the seasons change, watching the children grow into beautiful, kind, loving human beings. Knowing I had just a little part in it. Reveling in the wonder of it all.
Baking banana bread or just regular bread or a pumpkin pie and when your family comes through the door, enjoying them taking in the smell of what it feels like to be home and to know they’re loved and welcome.
Life isn’t always like this; I have my share of the kind of days that make me crazy.
But the older I get, the less of them I have and the more I recognize those moments that I live for.
The moments when things are so beautiful they make me cry.
The moments that are so real they take my breath away.
The moments that are so perfect they fill me up beyond the capacity I thought I had.
I don’t take life for granted. I’m so grateful to be alive each and every day living a life I love.
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Love it! The flowers are gorgeous. The bowl, stones, heart and nest are special. By the way, the one trip I have made north to the Great Lakes, I picked up about 20 stones. They are round and flat just like yours. I was amazed at the millions of rocks around the great lakes. They are on my back porch along with some arrow heads my daddy and I found in a peanut field behind the funeral home when I was little. Isn’t that funny? I also love stones and I have a love for seashells which surround the base of my bird bath. I do have one question. What in the world is a bubble egg on top of toasted banana bread??? Boiled egg, fried egg??? I can’t imagine putting an egg on top of toasted banana bread. Beside it on the same plate. Yes. But on top??? Let me know so I can try this combination. I too make banana bread but with pecans not walnuts. That is the way my mama and grandmother made it. Thank you for your posts. Enjoy the little ones and laughter. I have been laughing more with my neighbors from a distance. I can’t wait to get back around my God given adopted family and the little kiddos. But not until this stuff leaves us. In the meantime, I am enjoying the ever springing forth greenery in my yard, watching the trees bud out and enjoying the warmth of the sunshine and watching the birds feed.
while sitting on my covered back porch! Take care my friend. Have a wonderful rest of the week.
Ok, so I’ll start with the bubble eggs. When my kids were small, they didn’t understand the difference between scrambled eggs and fried eggs. So when I’d ask what kind of eggs they wanted. they didn’t know. They were both cooked in the frying pan, so…scrambled were the ones that were all yellow and the ones that had the bubble were fried. Hence–bubble eggs.
One day I wanted some bubble eggs on toast, so I got out the toaster, put on the eggs (I don’t actually flip my eggs, when the whites start to set, I put some cold water in the pan and put the lid on it and the steam cooks the tops of the eggs) and went to get some bread out to toast. We were out of bread, but I had a loaf of banana bread I had made so I used that instead. I really liked it so whenever I make banana bread, we have bubble eggs and banana bread at least once.
I admit, it’s a little weird, but so am I so it’s ok!
I love that you have some Great Lakes stones. They feel so good in your hand. Sometimes I carry one in my pocket like a little security blanket. It’s calming!
Keep enjoying your neighbors and spring and the laughter of children. We’ll get through this thing one day at a time!
❤️❤️❤️…c
I kind of figured it was a fried egg. Was not sure. Very interesting how you cook them and steam with water. Thanks for answering the question. Yes, this virus will pass and we will get through this. I ordered some puzzles to have an alternative project to do. We had one going all the time when we were growing up. You take care and have a good rest of the week. Enjoy spring time.
Love, Susan
That’s the way my mom made them, so… They are good either way. Enjoy your puzzles (I love a good puzzle) and enjoy the day! Love you…c ❤️
Your passage was so soothing in this time of trouble.
Thanks! I appreciate that. The people and things we love will sustain us as we travel the dark road ahead. I hope you and your south Georgia branch of the family are doing well. Stay safe. We love and miss y’all! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️…c