One Picture Everyday (Hopefully) for 365 Days

One Picture Everyday (Hopefully) for 365 Days

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Thanksgiving


The kitchen has scrumptious aromas,
The dining room looks oh, so fine,
Decorations with pilgrims and turkeys,
And now we are ready to dine! - Joanna Fuchs

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Cranberry Salad

She changes cranberries to sauce
And meats to stews and stews to broths;
And when she mixes gingerbread
It turns into a man instead
With frosting collar ’round his throat
And raisin buttons down his coat. - Rowena Bastin Bennett

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Scarf


Here is the scarf
we left years ago like a bookmark,

meaning to return the next day,
having just turned our heads
toward a noise in the bushes,
toward the dinnerbell in the distance,

toward what we knew and did not know
we knew, in the spreading twilight
that returns changed to a changed place. - Ted Kooser

Friday, November 7, 2014

Christmas Mailbox Tutorial Day 6


Attach all the goodies, tie a big bow, and hang it on your mailbox.  The battery pack for the lights attached under the mailbox on my mailbox. DO NOT display until after Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Christmas Mailbox Tutorial Day 5


Get some pine picks, some berries, or whatever you like.

Christmas Mailbox Tutorial Day 4





If you want a lighted decoration, get a set of indoor/outdoor battery powered lights.  This set turns on and off automatically.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Monday, November 3, 2014

Christmas Mailbox Tutorial Day 1


 Start with an artificial pine "centerpiece."  Fluff up the limbs.  Start while your Thanksgiving decorations are still up.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Ain't Hungry No More


To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup. - Laurie Colwin

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Cornucopia


The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow. - Unknown

Friday, October 31, 2014

Halloween

Fear not that sound like wind in the trees:
It is only their call that comes on the breeze;
Fear not the shudder that seems to pass:
It is only the tread of their feet on the grass;
Fear not the drip of the bough as you stoop:
It is only the touch of their hands that grope —
For the year’s on the turn, and it’s All Souls’ night,
When the dead can yearn and the dead can smite. - Edith Wharton

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Dandelion


Then I’ll be old Silverhead; for, as I grow old,
All my shining hair will be white instead of gold. - Emilie Poulsson