One Year

Thanksgiving Day 2011

- a Thanksgiving in North Dakota without family.

 

The Lovedahls, neighbors and native North Dakotans,

not wanting us to be alone, 

 invited us over for a beautiful and delicious lunch

 

 

and then we moved into this house with a lot of

potential...

 

The beveled leaded glass window faces the east

and gets my attention every morning.

It's been the subject of a lot of pictures in the last year.

 

May 2012 -

Spring had never been more welcome.
Pansies in the pots and rockers on the porch
helped me forget about the needed work out there.

 

July 2012

Summer was perfect, the tree stump is gone,

fern in the pots, and a lamp in the window.



October 2012

Fall - the leaves turned colors, then turned loose.

We finally have new boards inside of the porch.

 



November 9, 2012

Winter arrived with a foot of snow,
(and the ferns were still green.)

 

 

Thanksgiving Day 2012 -

more snow and a chance to pay it forward

 

 

by sharing our blessings, our home, and a meal

 

 

with some RV dwellers here in this oil patch town.

 

Our Guests:

A California commercial building contractor and his wife,

 working here and living in a small motorhome,

trying to keep from losing everything

after construction came to a halt there. 

 

Another young couple finally back working

 months after being in an accident-

living in a trailer and looking for a house.

 

A missionary couple here on a working furlough

from the mission fields of Indonesia,

and their son, working to pay off student loans 

so he can go back to Indonesia also,

 all living in a tiny used FEMA trailer.

 

Another man from Washington,

also here escaping the terrible economy -

sending money home to his family

 

Not only would a turkey not fit in their RV ovens -

but a turkey breast wouldn't even fit!

So, yes they really enjoyed a chance to be able

to be in a house for a change.

 

We all still missed our families and traditions from other places,

but we felt a little like family after eating together,

and sharing stories

(and I was so caught up in the moments,

that I forget to take pictures of our group

around the table).

 

 

I can hardly believe it's been a year since our neighbors

and now good friends

opened their home and holiday to us.

But we thought of them as we followed their example

this year.

 

It was a good day

 and we certainly have a lot to be thankful for.

 

Giving thanks always

and for everything,

 to God the Father

in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.

(Ephesians 5:20)

 

 



 

 



Lefse

Just like a fish - I was hooked from the first bite.

I would buy it at Farmer's Market

and finish it before I got home.

So I bought more at the next Farmer's Market

...and ate it before I got home.

 

Yep! - Seriously HOOKED on lefse!

 

 

Lefse is a Norwegian delicacy

and is passionately loved by the Norwegians here in North Dakota 

(30% of North Dakotans are of Norwegian ancestry

not counting us oilfield invaders)

 

Elaine and Glenda invited me to join them making

Lefse for the holidays!

Bless their hearts - I was so excited.

 

For each batch we needed

potatoes, butter, cream and flour.

The recipe was from Glenda's vintage recipe book.

 

 

First we peeled and cooked the potatoes,

added butter and cream,

then riced the potatoes.

 

 added flour until it was just right.

 



 

and rolled them into balls.

 

 

Here's Elaine teaching me to roll the dough

as thin as thinly possible with a rolling pin

that wears a sock.

There's a knack to it.

I didn't get it!

 



 

Glenda showed me how to cook the lefse on what else,

but a lefse grill. 

They are flipped with a special lefse

turning stick that looks like a long paint stir stick.



 

We tested, tasted, laughed, played with the sticks,

and solved all the ills of the world including our community.

They told me about the neighbors, the preacher, the church, their kids,

being Norwegian, making lefse and eating it.

We even had a few sword fights with those sticks -

I bet that's a Norwegian tradition, too!

 

 

At the end of the day we had a stack of about 120

- not included what we had eaten with butter and sugar-

and noses and a kitchen that were as white as the snow outside.

 



 

I'll bring some for Christmas so you can taste it...

maybe.

 

 



Pressed Down, Shaken Together, & Running Over

 

It looks like a foot of snow outside this morning.

As a southerner, it still amazes me -

it's fresh and clean and quiet outside.

 

I looked out the front door and

what did I see out, but my man -

doing a drive-by with his camera phone.

Crazy man!

 

 

I was just about to go out myself

and shovel our drive.

 

But I ended up helping Clarice, from across the street.

She needed to get her car out of the garage,

 because she was on the schedule to work at the church bazaar.

She protested my help the whole time,

but we got it done in half the time.



 

I went back to work on my own drive,

and neighbor Brian came around the corner with his

big fancy snow thrower blower thingy.

Which proves the truth of Luke 6:38

 

 Give, and it will be given to you.

 A good measure,

pressed down,

 shaken together

 and running over...

(Red because Jesus said it)

 

When I came back into the house,

I heard a stanza of Amazing Grace coming through

my ipod:

...the earth will soon dissolve like snow...

and I thought to myself-

this stuff ain't dissolving for a loooong time.

 

Stay warm, my friends!

Election Day 2012

GOD BLESS AMERICA

 

Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD, 

the people he chose for his inheritance.

(Psalm 33:12)

 

 

AMERICA,

BLESS GOD!

Bless the Lord, O my soul;
And all that is within me,

bless His holy name!

(Psalm 103:1)

There's No Place Like Home!

I've been in Texas for a few weeks.

It's sure been good to be home.

 

I've loved on grand kids, visited and visited with daughter,

and talked non-stop over lunches with girlfriends.

 

Texas may be full of things that prick, stick, bite, and sting

but it's still a great place to live

and I do plan to live here again someday!

 

This trip back to West Texas, I found greener grass

(after a two year drought, it finally rained),

 

(Windmill Ranch Preserve)

 

a little more water

(the water supply lakes caught good rainfall),

 

(Unique windmill at the end of the road)

 

and more hopeful folks

(there's talk of an oil boom coming to our area).

 

(Curious cow across the road)

 



All things familiar have become more precious in being away.
Someone said it another way - absence makes the heart
grow fonder.

 

We have considered selling the old tractor,

so I was out with the rising sun for a few last shots

and I pondered for the first time,

the part that tractor had in feeding me as I grew up.

 

(Overlooking my growing up place and someone else's oil well)

 

It kept me in the cutest homemade clothes and new shoes,

 gave me piano lessons,

sent me to college,

and bought my first car.

 

 

Of course it was my daddy that jostled up and down the cotton rows,

plowing, planting and harvesting. 

My mama sewed those dresses.

And I was the ungrateful child. 

 

That tractor has become a symbol of things past.

 

And of course, I just can't get enough of the

wonderful West Texas sunsets.

 

(My Back Yard)

 

It's front row seats in the old spring yard chair

for the daily dusk light show.

 

I love West Texas.

 

(Windmill Ranch Preserve)

 

But now it's time to say goodbye again

 

 

and head back to my great North Dakota adventure

and my man.

 

 

My northern girlfriends are texting, emailing, and facebooking

wondering when I'll be back "home".

They are reminding me that we will be making lefse,

and practicing the Christmas cantata,

and going to the last Bible Study session. 

 

When I walk in the door, I know I'll say,

"It sure is good to be home."

 

Yep! There's no place like home!

 

so it must be true

Home is where your heart is

AND

Home is where you hang your hat.


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