April 20, 2018

Raindrops and Sundry Other Things

Rain,wind and chill were the hallmarks of this week.
Even an evening of freezing temperatures here in April.
Friday has come at last after a busy week of organizing each room of the house as I do each year.
I am not quite done as it takes me longer than most people but soon everything will be weeded out and sorted through , neatened up and refreshed.
The following photos are all taken by me on my Canon Power shot and I am participating in Friday
Foto Friends as I do each week. I really enjoy it and I hope you will join in as well. You can enlarge any photo by clicking on it.

Raindrops on the bay




Raindrops  and lightning illuminated by street lamp

And raindrops on the big pond



Spring Rain makes bubbles in the little pond




A frosty  kitchen window

Summer ,The Salt pond

Canadian tourists love the Jersey Shore

Evening glow

Sky over the water

Salt Marsh. I love when the water is purple from the sky.
Bay shoreline, clean and clear. I saw a  teeny tiny baby shark here once.Cute as a bug.

April sky with a touch of yellow from the sun

The frozen waterfall on the big pond. From my other Blog, "A Passing Storm"



 


April 19, 2018

Jane Comes to Tea


Jane Austen quotes

"The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid."
— Jane Austen

"There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature."
— Jane Austen

"A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment."
— Jane Austen

"I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal."
— Jane Austen

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."
—Jane Austen
"Ah! There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort."
—Jane Austen
 "If I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more."
—Jane  Austen
"We all have a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be."
—Jane Austen




 



April 18, 2018

Wednesday Haiku #20

Listen with the heart. Haiku will paint its own pictures.



                           The Well

Around the bucket, morning glories cling;
I beg for water at another spring. 
                                       __Chiyo





With Every Breeze
The lespedeza blossoms
dip and sway,
Yet never spill the dew drops 
from their spray
       __Basho






                                               
The Gate

Through morning mists
and murmurs from the sea,
Emerges-- one vermillion torii!
                                   ___Kikaku






 

The Meteor

Just as that firefly,
glowing on a spray
Of leaves,dropped
 --it suddenly shot away!
         
                     __Basho









Atmosphere

How still it is!
The belfry's vibrant boom
Does not so much as
stir the cherry-blooms.

 __Fuhaku





April 16, 2018

Literary Pearls: "The Hobbit" & Lemon Cake Recipe

An Unexpected Party

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
Bilbo Baggins House


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with
panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs,
and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit was fond of visitors.

The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill - The Hill, as all the people for many miles round call it - and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another. No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage. The best rooms were all on the left-hand side (going in), for these were the only ones to have windows, deep-set round windows looking over his garden and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river.

This hobbit was a very well-to-do hobbit, and his name was Baggins. The Bagginses had lived in the neighbourhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and people considered them very respectable, not only because most of them were rich, but also because they never had any adventures or did anything
unexpected: you could tell what a Baggins would say on any question without the bother of asking him. This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected. He may have lost the neighbours' respect, but he gained- well, you will see whether he gained anything in the end.

The mother of our particular hobbit ... what is a hobbit? I suppose hobbits need some description nowadays, since they have become rare and shy of the Big People, as they call us. They are (or were) a little people, about half our height, and smaller than the bearded Dwarves. Hobbits have no beards.
Bilbo Baggins in his elder years
There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along, making a noise like elephants which they can hear a mile off. They are inclined to be at in the stomach; they dress in
bright colours (chiefly green and yellow); wear no shoes, because their feet grow natural leathery soles and thick warm brown hair like the stuff on their heads (which is curly); have long clever brown fingers, good-natured faces, and laugh deep fruity laughs (especially after dinner, which they have twice a day when they can get it). Now you know enough to go on with.



A Young Belladonna Took Baggins
As I was saying, the mother of this hobbit - of Bilbo Baggins, that is - was the fabulous Belladonna Took, one of the three remarkable daughters of the Old Took, head of the hobbits who lived across The Water, the small river that ran at the foot of The Hill. It was often said (in other families) that long ago one of the Took ancestors must have taken a fairy wife. That was, of course, absurd, but certainly there was still something not entirely hobbit-like about them, -
and once in a while members of the Took-clan would go and have adventures.
They discreetly disappeared, and the family hushed it up; but the fact remained that the Tooks were not as respectable as the Bagginses, though they were undoubtedly richer. Not that Belladonna Took ever had any adventures after she became Mrs. Bungo Baggins.


Belladonna Baggins Very Elegant Lemon Cake

1 box of lemon cake mix... follow the directions but add 2 Tablespoons of poppy seeds to it.
Prepare a bundt cake form and pour the mixture into it after oiling and flouring.
Bake at the time and temperature on the package.
Serve with lemon frosting or sprinkle on confectioner's sugar.
Lemon Frosting
1 cup of butter
5 cups of powdered (Confectioner's ) sugar
1/4 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice
1 Tablespoon of lemon zest ( grated lemon peel)
yellow food coloring ...but you don't need it.
 Mix the sugar with the butter until completely mixed.
Add the lemon juice and zest and mix it in.
If you need to stiffen up the frosting you can add more sugar as you need it stirring in until you get the right consistency.
Frost the cake when it is cool.

Or do as I do.. frost it then sprinkle more sugar on top!