By the Sea, By the Beautiful Sea

Summer boaters often spend the day and over night  in our cove.

 They love it here and so do I.
Sailers come to spend the weekend or the night in the late spring and continue coming until it is no longer warm enough to sail.
Across the bay you can see bits of the barrier islands that separate us from the open Atlantic. It isn't far away as you can see. A breach in the islands brings the Atlantic right in!
Our town is on the bay but a section of the island on the ocean belongs to our town. It has lovely water and soft, white sugar sand. We also have canoeing on the cedar water creeks that flow into the bay and pretty parks long the way.

The End of the Week

No, no , no. Misunderstanding.
 The picture in the previous post is not my own backyard, it is a little ways down the road from me. I can walk there.
I was just saying I have those beach roses in white in my side and back yards.  They seed themselves all over the place.
While I am very close to the water, it is not right in my backyard nor would I want it that close, especially after hurricane Sandy!
It's been a busy time trying to get insurance to fix my roof and soffits, gutters which storms have mangled.  I am now in the process of getting an appointment for them to come see my leaky roof and the falling down soffits and gutters.
It never rains but pours, right?
Weather has been pretty nice but today was actually very cool. This morning was exceptionally cool for this time of year.
 I was out poking around in the salt ponds and marshes today for a short walk.
What did you do today?

Pretty in Pink

The bay can be so pretty and especially when the roses are in bloom. The white variety are growing wild in my back and side yards and they are enormous. Beach roses climb and spread. They come in white and shades of pink from light to dark.

My Life is a Comedy Show!

I am considered 85% disabled because of my spine.
Now, I get around pretty well. You would probably never know but there are things I have a lot of trouble with since I can't bend, lift,twist , etc and you would be surprised how much you need to do those things in everyday life.
I can't push a vacuum, sweep, nake a bed... the list goes on and on!
 Thank goodness for family who come to help. If I drop something in the shops I can't pick them up again. Someone else has to do it.
 I drop things all the time and sometimes they might as well be on the other side of the moon. Sometimes trying to get one thing turns into a complete comedy show.
So when I saw this video I laughed a lot because this is my life!
I hope you get as many giggles from it as I did.

Miss Marple's Old Fashioned Seed Cake
& a Thank You

Miss Marple's old fashioned seed cake is perfect for a tea party or anytime.
 You just have to try it.

  • 1 cup butter, room temperature
  • 1 1/2 cups sugar
  • 5 egg yolks (save the whites!)
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 2 cups flour
  • 1 1/4 teaspoons baking soda
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons ground cardamom
  • 1/2 cup poppy seeds
  • 1 cup plain yogurt ( in place of milk for a creamy cake)
  • 5 egg whites
Butter and flour a bundt pan. Cream the butter and the sugar together then add in your eggs and the vanilla. Mix up well.
Sift together the flour, baking soda, salt, and cardamom. Now you will add this mixture to the batter alternating with a bit of yogurt and mixing as you go.
Now add in the poppy seeds and mix until distributed through.
Beat the five egg whites until they form soft peaks. Not stiff peaks. Make sure your bowl is cold before beating the whites, this helps.
Fold the whites into the mixture gently and try not to overwork the mixture.
Pour the mixture into the Bundt pan and place in a 350ºF oven.  Bake for about 40 minutes but check at 30 mins.  Top of the cake should be firm
 A cake tester inserted into the cake should come out clean.
You can dust the top of the cake with powdered(confectioner's) sugar.
If you use a doily as a template you can dust on a pretty pattern.

I would like to thank everyone for their lovely comments on the passing of my dear furry friend. He is missed more than I can say. He was a constant daily companion for a long time.  Your words are treasured in my heart. Thank you dear friends. I am so grateful for all of you.

Sleep Well Dear Friend

My dear little guy Garfield passed away  tonight.
"the little golden man"
 Sept 1995-May 31, 2015
 He was in his 20th year and I have lost a good chunk of my heart with his passing.

“But ask the beasts, and they will teach you; the birds of the heavens, and they will tell you; or the bushes of the earth, and they will teach you; and the fish of the sea will declare to you. Who among all these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this? In his hand is the life of every living thing..." Job
 He was an extraordinary personality and everyone remarked about it. Garfield was not aloof at all as cats can be but personable, loving and sweet. He loved people.
 He stayed near me all the time and when I was away for surgery and then away for physical therapy he developed an ulcer worrying about me because I was gone for a month.
 His chair was next to mine in my office.  He sat sweetly as I said the blessing before our meal and the grace after meals and waited with me until I was done.
 Garfield was born in the bottom drawer of my old dresser along with his brothers and sisters all of which were adopted out except for him and his brother Sandy. Sandy passed on a few years ago.
How I will miss his sweet voice greeting me and seeing his joy at sitting in the sliding glass window to soak in the sun.
No more fun as he would carpet surf from room to room. Getting up speed he would slide thru the house from one throw rug to the next. It was so much fun and I will deeply miss his cute performances.
 I have not been blogging much as he has been failing for a few weeks now and for the last few days refused food and then water.
Tonight he walked to his litter box and tried to go, but he couldn't. Mr. neat and clean to the end.  He never made messes ever even when dying!
He walked back to the hallway and fell over and breathed his last.
 I cannot  thank God enough for his life as it was a huge blessing to me and a great mercy that He shared his tiny servant with me.

It's Raining at the Bay

Rain, but no thunder storm.

I have missed the sound of thunder approaching from the distance.  It makes only rare appearances in winter.
It comes rolling along the sky like a bowling ball.

The bay puts on a gray face when it rains reflecting the color of the sky and clouds creating a sad, somber look.
Inside Garfield and I are warm and cozy , he in his fluffy comforter bed and I at my computer sipping creamy coffee.
All you can hear is the steady drumming of rain on water and the chimes that sing in the light breeze.
I bought some handmade chimes for 'a song' at Home Goods.
How sweet the sound.
There are sounds I so enjoy like chimes, gulls, waves, breezes through the trees, rolling distant thunder... lovely.

Are there sounds you like to hear? 

Blankets & Beavers

A little while ago I made this full size bed afghan for the Famous Anonymous.
I had begun one all in pink for her little sister but never got it finished because I had to get surgery on my spine.
I have still not been working on it.
 So, I gave the little another one that I had made in two complimentary shades of pink in the same style as this one, long ago.
I had wanted to finish the newer one and give it to her, but the one she got (which was not new) is now too loved to be set aside and gets used every night.

The famous anonymous kid also uses hers every single night  as well as one I had made for her when she was a brand new baby.
 Isn't it great to see the things you make appreciated?

I had a run in with Mr. Beaver this morning.
I open the sliding glass doors in the kitchen to let the cat (21 years old this year) sit in the sun and get fresh air.
Suddenly Mr. Beaver came ambling across the outside step, not noticing us at all.
Now, Mr. Beaver is not a beaver at all but a ground hog who lives under the back shed. He was named Mr. Beaver by my daughter who had a chance encounter with him when she was in the 7th grade.
She attended a religious school and got home a bit later than the other kids in the neighborhood. She would come in the back door.
One day she ran into Mr. Beaver(probably an ancestor of this one) who was eating left over Ziti from the garbage can. 
His face was covered in tomato sauce. He screamed...she screamed, they ran in different directions and he ended up being called Mr. Beaver.
"A huge beaver just tried to attack me . He was eating Ziti!"
At one point there were babies and they would romp in the cute and cuddly looking.
This morning was the first time I have seen him/her in a while.