Sunday Cinnamon Rolls

I had decided to make two loaves of cinnamon twist bread today,

but my Dad and my brother had their hearts set on cinnamon rolls...

So as you can see they got their wish!

I have a feeling as soon as they smell the kitchen I'll have to watch them to make sure they don't take nibbles and spoil their dinner!

Here's a poem I wrote a few years ago. I thought it sounded fitting for the season.

Fall

The trees turn colors when fall comes along,

Out come the canned goods, baked goods and guns....

To go hunting with, and bring back fresh game,

So the women at home can salt, chop and hang.

The air smells sweet with wet leaves and grass,

who wouldn't want fall to go on and last?

But here comes winter-

It comes with a blow,

It ices our steps and covers with snow.

Beautiful Winter Pears

A Shepherds Care

The Lord my pasture shall prepare,

And feed me with a shepherd's care;

His presence shall my wants supply,

And guard me with a watchful eye.

Joseph Addison

First Winter Frost

My mom went outside early this morning, to take

these pictures.... in her robe. The frost is really beautiful.

Only in quiet waters things mirror themselves undistorted.

Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.

-Hans Margolius