<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522</id><updated>2012-02-24T12:44:20.237-05:00</updated><category term='Reading'/><category term='Walking'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='Beautiful Children'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Home Schooling'/><category term='Chickens'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='At Home'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Sharing'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='God&apos;s Word'/><category term='On the Road'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Selling'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='Organic'/><category term='Crochet'/><category term='Preserving'/><category term='Learning'/><category term='Thinking'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Home Improvements'/><category term='Locavore'/><category term='Soapmaking'/><category term='Quilting'/><category term='Being Thankful'/><category term='Project Linus'/><category term='Crafting'/><category term='Hospitality'/><category term='Sewing'/><title type='text'>Back to Basics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>318</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-5251351390960210254</id><published>2012-02-14T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:02:13.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>My Forever Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AWP-oj-xeY/TzsPpGEI9PI/AAAAAAAABas/e1oFn5uX-70/s1600/21412.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AWP-oj-xeY/TzsPpGEI9PI/AAAAAAAABas/e1oFn5uX-70/s400/21412.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709174151299265778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's been ever so busy at work. &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; at home. He's been rearranging his work schedule for months because he coaches a boys' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; basketball team and it's difficult to coach if you're not here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He should have left this morning and spent the night away, but he rearranged once again. Not for the basketball team, but for me. Without me asking. Even when I told him we could celebrate another day, and it really wasn't necessary, he didn't want to leave me any room for thinking that a basketball team was more important than me, and he insisted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a long day, driving for hours, and then back home again to take me out to dinner. His actions speak every bit as loud as his words, and for that I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8upim8_QmeU/TzsPcrguNgI/AAAAAAAABag/FWescbMv4r8/s1600/214012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8upim8_QmeU/TzsPcrguNgI/AAAAAAAABag/FWescbMv4r8/s400/214012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709173938012960258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 24.0px 'Snell Roundhand'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am my beloved’s  and my beloved is mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px 'Snell Roundhand'; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px 'Snell Roundhand'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Song of Solomon 6:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px 'Snell Roundhand'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px 'Snell Roundhand'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px 'Snell Roundhand'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-5251351390960210254?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5251351390960210254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=5251351390960210254' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5251351390960210254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5251351390960210254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-forever-valentine.html' title='My Forever Valentine'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AWP-oj-xeY/TzsPpGEI9PI/AAAAAAAABas/e1oFn5uX-70/s72-c/21412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-1394685582208996802</id><published>2012-02-02T00:52:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T01:14:45.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Thankful'/><title type='text'>Oldest :: Youngest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning (well, technically it was yesterday morning, now), Abigail and I packed up the car and headed west to the university for a visit with Mac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_Kc2c1Aq2M/TyooP6ECT2I/AAAAAAAABaU/cnJXX4Szxco/s1600/_DSC0020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_Kc2c1Aq2M/TyooP6ECT2I/AAAAAAAABaU/cnJXX4Szxco/s400/_DSC0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704416131767488354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-CaDK7aqj0/Tyon3KfKZlI/AAAAAAAABaI/MG3SL_cR7Sw/s1600/_DSC0021.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-CaDK7aqj0/Tyon3KfKZlI/AAAAAAAABaI/MG3SL_cR7Sw/s400/_DSC0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704415706679502418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95AsgEU3ep8/TyonnbZJhII/AAAAAAAABZ8/L4Qg0Acwv5A/s1600/_DSC0031.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95AsgEU3ep8/TyonnbZJhII/AAAAAAAABZ8/L4Qg0Acwv5A/s400/_DSC0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704415436339774594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BKpcOQgFh7s/Tyom1JUylxI/AAAAAAAABZw/iV4r4F0ZYM8/s1600/_DSC0028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BKpcOQgFh7s/Tyom1JUylxI/AAAAAAAABZw/iV4r4F0ZYM8/s400/_DSC0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704414572496197394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7lDtF4KrPCQ/Tyomj8USC2I/AAAAAAAABZk/A-UcWgx2Dp4/s1600/_DSC0032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7lDtF4KrPCQ/Tyomj8USC2I/AAAAAAAABZk/A-UcWgx2Dp4/s400/_DSC0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704414276946627426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fi3himVb-38/TyomH2fFulI/AAAAAAAABZY/EUoXq03ldCg/s1600/_DSC0048.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fi3himVb-38/TyomH2fFulI/AAAAAAAABZY/EUoXq03ldCg/s400/_DSC0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704413794345007698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made a trip to the park during his two hour break between classes. We returned him to campus just in time for his guitar ensemble, made a trip to the local coffee shop, and picked Mac back up again for dinner. It was a splendid day with weather that felt more like early October or late April than the first of February. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abigail excused herself to use the restroom at dinner, and as she left the table, Mac remarked, "It's so weird that she's not a little kid anymore!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Son, I know exactly what you mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-1394685582208996802?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/1394685582208996802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=1394685582208996802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/1394685582208996802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/1394685582208996802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/02/oldest-youngest.html' title='Oldest :: Youngest'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_Kc2c1Aq2M/TyooP6ECT2I/AAAAAAAABaU/cnJXX4Szxco/s72-c/_DSC0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-2810952705957777113</id><published>2012-01-31T09:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:29:08.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Log Cabin Pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Log cabins. I love them. And there are so many patterns and variations, so much to play with. I didn't know that Collin loved them, too. Christmas afternoon as we sat opening gifts, I opened a book, carefully wrapped. A post-it note had been placed on the cover so the tape from the wrapping wouldn't ruin the book. He's a thoughtful one, that boy. When I exclaimed my love for log cabins, he informed me that he likes them too. A hint, perhaps, for a quilt for his bed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q_Istvff-Q/Tyf4sssdkJI/AAAAAAAABZM/xxWUT824E3U/s1600/log%2Bcabin%2Bpillow.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q_Istvff-Q/Tyf4sssdkJI/AAAAAAAABZM/xxWUT824E3U/s400/log%2Bcabin%2Bpillow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703800899883602066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first project wasn't a quilt, but a throw pillow. Blues, greens, reds, and browns, picking up the colors of the upholstery on the couch. When I finished, Collin was thrilled. It has gotten lots of use already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYxpy_6AzTU/Tyf4mm8xrWI/AAAAAAAABZA/Po-RvBJCVcs/s1600/logcabin%2Benvelope%2Bback.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYxpy_6AzTU/Tyf4mm8xrWI/AAAAAAAABZA/Po-RvBJCVcs/s400/logcabin%2Benvelope%2Bback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703800795262201186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A simple envelope style back so the cover can be easily washed. Here's a&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhZnHhbcN-Q"&gt; link to a video&lt;/a&gt; that makes the project simple if you don't know how. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-2810952705957777113?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2810952705957777113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=2810952705957777113' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2810952705957777113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2810952705957777113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/01/log-cabin-pillow.html' title='Log Cabin Pillow'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q_Istvff-Q/Tyf4sssdkJI/AAAAAAAABZM/xxWUT824E3U/s72-c/log%2Bcabin%2Bpillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6668143295936539347</id><published>2012-01-30T18:08:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:14:19.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At Home'/><title type='text'>Irons in the Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I truly thought the new year would find me to be better at daily blogging, but I seem to have too many irons in the fire for that. There's food to cook, school to teach, a puppy to train, visiting to do, and quilts to make. Oh! The quilts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I last occupied this space I made a trip to Pennsylvania to celebrate my parents' 45th anniversary. It was a wonderful visit full of relatives, playing games, and good food. And snow! More snow than we've seen here all winter all in one Saturday there. The weekend went by much too fast, and I soon found myself at home once again, but needed a week to recover from the travel. Does that happen to you, too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84wsSViDM88/TycjgxkAU_I/AAAAAAAABY0/rP9DhtNdBmg/s1600/2nd%2Bmugrug.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84wsSViDM88/TycjgxkAU_I/AAAAAAAABY0/rP9DhtNdBmg/s400/2nd%2Bmugrug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703566499055162354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to the quilts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instant gratification x 2. I finished my second mug rug a few weeks back already. You may remember it from &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/01/instant-gratification.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, hanging on the design wall, ready to be hand-stitched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwSc0oACt1E/Tycjb7J-kzI/AAAAAAAABYo/aP9dCsbVpLI/s1600/mug%2Brugsx2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwSc0oACt1E/Tycjb7J-kzI/AAAAAAAABYo/aP9dCsbVpLI/s400/mug%2Brugsx2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703566415731004210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that it's finished, it happily resides beside my rocking chair, next to its counterpart. One for me, and one for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's the quilted wall-hanging that inspired the mug rugs in the first place:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3NqsiA-JoI/TycjV2LgizI/AAAAAAAABYc/12ctcvfraaw/s1600/forest%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Btrees.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3NqsiA-JoI/TycjV2LgizI/AAAAAAAABYc/12ctcvfraaw/s400/forest%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Btrees.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703566311316032306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call it &lt;i&gt;Can't See the Forest for the Trees&lt;/i&gt;. Each tree is unique, as are the backgrounds that each tree is set against. Not meant to be Christmas-y, but woodsy instead, it measures 19 inches square, and hangs on my dining room wall. It's hand-quilted with the exception of the outside borders, which I meandered on the machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzBTmS09NbM/TycjRTUxbGI/AAAAAAAABYQ/qpi3RUxs5QM/s1600/forest%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Btrees2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzBTmS09NbM/TycjRTUxbGI/AAAAAAAABYQ/qpi3RUxs5QM/s400/forest%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Btrees2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703566233240169570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After completing the project I washed it so that it has that aged, pucker-y look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6O2LyVzukZw/TycjMDC5QdI/AAAAAAAABYE/GnA5jS60Znw/s1600/forest%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Btreesback.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6O2LyVzukZw/TycjMDC5QdI/AAAAAAAABYE/GnA5jS60Znw/s400/forest%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Btreesback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703566142970872274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A view of the back: I cut two pieces of fabric 4 inches square, and folded them in half diagonally. I placed each triangle even with the upper outside corner of the quilt, and stitched them into place at the same time as attaching the binding to the front of the quilt. As I sewed the binding to the back by hand, the raw edges were covered. This created little pockets to run a dowel rod through, and made it easy to hang the quilt without having it sag in the middle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6668143295936539347?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6668143295936539347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6668143295936539347' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6668143295936539347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6668143295936539347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/01/irons-in-fire.html' title='Irons in the Fire'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84wsSViDM88/TycjgxkAU_I/AAAAAAAABY0/rP9DhtNdBmg/s72-c/2nd%2Bmugrug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-3595002890486086525</id><published>2012-01-19T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:40:48.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Children'/><title type='text'>Natural Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fThorgTaMpo/TxedpPedhgI/AAAAAAAABXs/D2oXvm6hVSk/s1600/Abigail%2B115.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fThorgTaMpo/TxedpPedhgI/AAAAAAAABXs/D2oXvm6hVSk/s400/Abigail%2B115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699197185315145218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo by Collin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thirteen. Do you remember feeling awkward? I do. And I know Abigail feels it, too. I don't see it in her, though. All I see is beauty. Though she isn't perfect and has her faults like anyone else on this earth, she is sweet, and kind, and gentle. She loves to snuggle with me, and has a tender heart. She's loyal, and funny. She's naturally beautiful, inside and out. I make sure she knows that I think so, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was never comfortable in my own skin, but I want my daughters to know how precious and special they are. I want them to be confidant in my love for them. It's important for both mother and daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-3595002890486086525?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/3595002890486086525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=3595002890486086525' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3595002890486086525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3595002890486086525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/01/natural-beauty.html' title='Natural Beauty'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fThorgTaMpo/TxedpPedhgI/AAAAAAAABXs/D2oXvm6hVSk/s72-c/Abigail%2B115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8955232742687922091</id><published>2012-01-18T02:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:05:18.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chickens'/><title type='text'>A Cache of Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9h90AEUkxNo/TxZ7iCYSz3I/AAAAAAAABXg/I2xyrpoJO64/s1600/cache.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9h90AEUkxNo/TxZ7iCYSz3I/AAAAAAAABXg/I2xyrpoJO64/s400/cache.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698878203168477042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verne opened the door to take Lucy out, and found a broken egg on the front porch. He inquired as to whether someone had dropped it while carrying several in. When everyone denied the dropping, he went back out to hose the porch down. It was then that the hen came flying out of the old dog house that's kept on the front porch for the outside cat to take refuge against the weather. A little investigation led to the cache she's been keeping. Twenty-one eggs were all piled up at the back of the dog house. Turns out she's been sharing Casper's bed for quite some time. Who knew cats and chickens would co&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;habitate&lt;/span&gt; so nicely? Not I!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8955232742687922091?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8955232742687922091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8955232742687922091' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8955232742687922091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8955232742687922091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/01/cache-of-eggs.html' title='A Cache of Eggs'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9h90AEUkxNo/TxZ7iCYSz3I/AAAAAAAABXg/I2xyrpoJO64/s72-c/cache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-1291398045791306024</id><published>2012-01-12T19:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:38:34.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Portable Oven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlSuh7cJV9o/Tw95rCfEwwI/AAAAAAAABXU/GPjoneHnQMk/s1600/roaster.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlSuh7cJV9o/Tw95rCfEwwI/AAAAAAAABXU/GPjoneHnQMk/s400/roaster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696905833955508994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite a few years back, my mom gave me her 18 quart electric roaster, and I've used it many occasions, but I was never happier to have it than when my oven caught on fire Christmas Eve. We always have a ham dinner for Christmas, without fail. This Christmas, though, was different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier in the week, as I was menu planning, I gathered my family and asked them how they would feel about pot roast, complete with potatoes and carrots for our holiday meal. Everyone was quick to agree that it would be a nice change of pace, and I was thankful that it was something I could throw into the roaster before church on Sunday morning, and have ready and waiting when we returned home. Personally, I don't think this was a coincidence, but rather, God's providence. He knows every detail of our lives, and I was able to carry out my plans for dinner without a hitch. What a blessing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, we've been eating meals that I've been able to prepare without an oven. Soups, stews, and meals cooked in the electric skillet or on the griddle have been our mainstays. (Our grill died in the fall, and we have yet to replace that.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While &lt;a href="http://sherwoodforestintheglen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rosie&lt;/a&gt; was here over the weekend, we were discussing the oven dilemma, and I mentioned the roaster. Her ears immediately perked up, and she asked, "What kind of roaster?" When I showed it to her, she shared that their oven had gone out, and some friends gave them an electric roaster and she baked everything from cakes, to bread, to biscuits and cookies in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DPAeBKzdn8w/Tw95lXU8YNI/AAAAAAAABXI/XuFtlAEC7VE/s1600/na%2Bbread.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DPAeBKzdn8w/Tw95lXU8YNI/AAAAAAAABXI/XuFtlAEC7VE/s400/na%2Bbread.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696905736470946002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday afternoon, I looked at the large bunch of over-ripe bananas on the counter, and decided to pull the roaster out and give it a try. I baked the &lt;a href="http://mamasfixins.blogspot.com/2011/02/banana-bread.html"&gt;bread&lt;/a&gt; about 30 minutes longer than normal, per Rosie's instructions, and it turned out beautifully! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8afV9TogWD0/Tw95gNU_w2I/AAAAAAAABW8/meaqYRAqlME/s1600/granola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8afV9TogWD0/Tw95gNU_w2I/AAAAAAAABW8/meaqYRAqlME/s400/granola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696905647887467362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today I made enough &lt;a href="http://mamasfixins.blogspot.com/2007/08/granola.html"&gt;granola&lt;/a&gt; to fill up my jars. I'm so glad for that little conversation over the weekend. My family thinks Rosie is a genius!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-1291398045791306024?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/1291398045791306024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=1291398045791306024' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/1291398045791306024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/1291398045791306024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/01/portable-oven.html' title='Portable Oven'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlSuh7cJV9o/Tw95rCfEwwI/AAAAAAAABXU/GPjoneHnQMk/s72-c/roaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-4297438757716307901</id><published>2012-01-10T23:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:45:59.526-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hospitality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At Home'/><title type='text'>Blessings, and Curses</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZfBl9hS6Dg/Tw0J1vGAOnI/AAAAAAAABWA/XLtq7WxgoYs/s400/joe%2Band%2BAutumn%2Bswing%2Bdance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696219922472909426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julia, Rosie, and Joe departed early this morning after a quick pancake breakfast, following Autumn as far as the interstate as she headed to work, and started their long journey home. They will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMWaXPECrJI/Tw0JkeYwbXI/AAAAAAAABVo/GkZJxhsGfKQ/s400/Collin%2Band%2BJulia%2Bswing%2Bdance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696219625930386802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house seemed much too quiet today with only Abigail and myself at home. Back to school, and the daily routine. No dancing, no large number of folks at the table for lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W9c-Q3vElMo/Tw0Jal4mfDI/AAAAAAAABVc/iTakdkreHd0/s400/swing%2Bdancing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696219456144309298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past several days have been full of joy, laughter, hearty meals, hikes, skating, reading, knitting, game playing, and cigar smoking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lcejF7wBU4/Tw0JRq4dpsI/AAAAAAAABVQ/3uJT-tWc3Ns/s400/Virginia%2Breel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696219302867084994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today there was only quiet, as the washing machine hummed along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SH64BUKPQA/Tw0JCZvRXqI/AAAAAAAABVE/kzO9PbapEgI/s400/virginiareel2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696219040567090850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Virginia Reel, Salinger's Round, and swing dancing were only a memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuHhof1E4UA/Tw0I4FuCuoI/AAAAAAAABU4/EQtaP-Jb2eI/s400/virginia%2Breel1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696218863394536066" /&gt;It was such a blessing to share these precious days with these precious people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3VNnFNu_xc/Tw0LKVgXrTI/AAAAAAAABWw/kCVg5JlMAus/s1600/_DSC0014.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3VNnFNu_xc/Tw0LKVgXrTI/AAAAAAAABWw/kCVg5JlMAus/s400/_DSC0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696221375893056818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Curses! Oh, there was only joy here, but this game, Curses!, such a fun way to spend an evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aSRm2eBLZQA/Tw0Jpaz-34I/AAAAAAAABV0/mWq50_XS8e4/s400/curses1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696219710870183810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sweet sound of laughter ringing through the house, and laughing so hard that you cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpwyzvAJ9bs/Tw0KlYwJjDI/AAAAAAAABWk/4QsD5xIfHq8/s1600/_DSC0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpwyzvAJ9bs/Tw0KlYwJjDI/AAAAAAAABWk/4QsD5xIfHq8/s400/_DSC0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696220741109386290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Memories were made, hearts were bound, and we look forward to the sweet time when we can be together again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70u5f9igceQ/Tw0J7NCToiI/AAAAAAAABWM/k3VMAglGT8I/s1600/Mac%2Band%2BSam.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70u5f9igceQ/Tw0J7NCToiI/AAAAAAAABWM/k3VMAglGT8I/s400/Mac%2Band%2BSam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696220016409813538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-4297438757716307901?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/4297438757716307901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=4297438757716307901' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4297438757716307901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4297438757716307901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/01/blessings-and-curses.html' title='Blessings, and Curses'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZfBl9hS6Dg/Tw0J1vGAOnI/AAAAAAAABWA/XLtq7WxgoYs/s72-c/joe%2Band%2BAutumn%2Bswing%2Bdance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6848862930750833085</id><published>2012-01-09T23:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:52:59.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Yummy Things: a VERY easy cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5FybDkVMx8/TwvP74LKjuI/AAAAAAAABUs/Wu2F0ix15wU/s1600/Yummy%2BThings%2Ban%2Beasy%2Bcookie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5FybDkVMx8/TwvP74LKjuI/AAAAAAAABUs/Wu2F0ix15wU/s400/Yummy%2BThings%2Ban%2Beasy%2Bcookie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695874781338570466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on Christmas Eve I placed eight extremely large sweet potatoes into the oven about an hour and a half before my in-laws were to arrive from a 500 mile journey to see us. As I stood in the living room I heard a noise coming from the kitchen that sounded like someone had placed a metallic object into the microwave, causing it to arc. Except, I didn't have anything in the microwave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran into the kitchen to see my oven glowing green. And with that electrical fire, my oven died. It's been a challenge to fix meals, bread, and treats and I think we've done a pretty good job. Tonight was no exception. Braised pork chops, fixed in the electric skillet, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. (The top of the stove still works.) Oh! and home-canned applesauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dessert? These cookies that my quilting friend Norma brings regularly. I recently called her for the recipe, and thankfully, she was happy to share. Thanks, Norma! I think you'll be thanking her, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yummy Things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-weight: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;1 pkg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Vanilla almond bark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1 c. &lt;/span&gt;Creamy peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3 c. &lt;/span&gt;Rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Krispies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2 c. &lt;/span&gt;Dry roasted peanuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2 c. &lt;/span&gt;Mini marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Melt almond bark in a large microwave safe bowl. Stir in peanut butter until completely melted. Add dry ingredients and stir to coat completely. Drop by tablespoonful onto waxed paper. Cool completely, and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6848862930750833085?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6848862930750833085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6848862930750833085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6848862930750833085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6848862930750833085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/01/yummy-things-very-easy-cookie.html' title='Yummy Things: a VERY easy cookie'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5FybDkVMx8/TwvP74LKjuI/AAAAAAAABUs/Wu2F0ix15wU/s72-c/Yummy%2BThings%2Ban%2Beasy%2Bcookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8745045392970230520</id><published>2012-01-08T01:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T08:30:00.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hospitality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Thankful'/><title type='text'>Friends from Afar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Several times now I've had the privilege of meeting blogging friends. First was &lt;a href="http://unlessthelord.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-three-of-my-summer-vacation_30.html"&gt;Vanessa &lt;/a&gt;when we went to the Outer Banks. Then came &lt;a href="http://unlessthelord.blogspot.com/2008/03/mama-bear.html"&gt;Leigh Ann&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2010/10/glimpse-of-heaven.html"&gt;Deanna&lt;/a&gt;, and finally, this past summer, I met &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/meeting-becky.html"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt;. Today, after reading their mom's blog for several years before she turned the writing mostly over to&lt;a href="http://sherwoodforestintheglen.blogspot.com/"&gt; Rosie&lt;/a&gt;, another wish came true. I don't remember the first time I read &lt;a href="http://eyesofwonder.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;Eyes of Wonder&lt;/a&gt;, but I remember how I felt. At peace. Thankful. Surrounded by love and beauty.&lt;div&gt;Jewels has a way with words, and a heart of gold, and I'm here to tell you that her children are absolutely delightful. I'm thrilled to be welcoming them into our home for the next several days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autumn made homemade gifts for each of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dowcBNFHFFw/Twk9SfrFqRI/AAAAAAAABUU/QqfHuMuRk18/s400/sam%252Bquilt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695150591735867666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quilt for Joe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pq83J9g8BEk/Twk9JrhxldI/AAAAAAAABUI/eZ-1xAdCR_k/s400/rosie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695150440299206098" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and shawls for Rosie and Julia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hsJ72g_y14c/Twk88LNk81I/AAAAAAAABT8/1ZQQEWHOPlg/s400/julia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695150208286258002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were honored to be able to share Julia's birthday with her today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8MNmm_l16Zk/Twk8xKyoD_I/AAAAAAAABTw/tyVo9S4YwtE/s400/apples.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695150019194654706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening went late with Apples to Apples, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bn9owJCgV-4/Twk8eRYwsUI/AAAAAAAABTk/lNrRm3G1zp8/s400/words%2Bwith%2Bfriends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695149694547702082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and Words with Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhFBjHoiz1o/Twk9hN_GKqI/AAAAAAAABUg/7iJYQuFMISM/s400/knitting%252Binternet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695150844685986466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8745045392970230520?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8745045392970230520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8745045392970230520' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8745045392970230520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8745045392970230520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/01/several-times-now-ive-had-privilege-of.html' title='Friends from Afar'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dowcBNFHFFw/Twk9SfrFqRI/AAAAAAAABUU/QqfHuMuRk18/s72-c/sam%252Bquilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6911544474745913590</id><published>2012-01-06T05:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T05:11:01.185-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Instant Gratification</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZqgFQVISSo/TwaRJV0fLVI/AAAAAAAABTY/4mpPW7nx09Q/s1600/tree.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZqgFQVISSo/TwaRJV0fLVI/AAAAAAAABTY/4mpPW7nx09Q/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694398368518712658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got several larger quilting projects going on, but sometimes it's nice to have an easy finish. You feel me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little mug rug was just the thing I needed. I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; finish it before Christmas, but I prefer to think of that tree as a simple pine tree, and &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; a Christmas tree. The colors match my living room and dining room perfectly, and I think it can be used year round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vYiCHmcW7E/TwaQqjv2JdI/AAAAAAAABTM/1VoL8VH3Vu4/s1600/tree2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vYiCHmcW7E/TwaQqjv2JdI/AAAAAAAABTM/1VoL8VH3Vu4/s400/tree2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694397839681398226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is hanging around on my design wall just waiting for me to hand-stitch that binding down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6911544474745913590?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6911544474745913590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6911544474745913590' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6911544474745913590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6911544474745913590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/01/instant-gratification.html' title='Instant Gratification'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZqgFQVISSo/TwaRJV0fLVI/AAAAAAAABTY/4mpPW7nx09Q/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-497960517219551860</id><published>2012-01-05T05:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:28:55.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chickens'/><title type='text'>Eggs: The Pregnancy Superfood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-elkUHceHuqs/TwT_3k7unII/AAAAAAAABTA/0_eTfXroIgA/s1600/eggs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-elkUHceHuqs/TwT_3k7unII/AAAAAAAABTA/0_eTfXroIgA/s400/eggs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693957159175232642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, no, no. It isn't me that's expecting a little bundle, though how nice that would be! Friends of ours are newly expecting, and have become regular egg customers. Good thing production has picked back up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-497960517219551860?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/497960517219551860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=497960517219551860' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/497960517219551860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/497960517219551860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/01/egg-pregnancy-superfood.html' title='Eggs: The Pregnancy Superfood'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-elkUHceHuqs/TwT_3k7unII/AAAAAAAABTA/0_eTfXroIgA/s72-c/eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-3012619190536266179</id><published>2012-01-04T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T20:40:41.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At Home'/><title type='text'>A New Year, A New Mug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TH4bzXtfmio/TwT-2PqwUPI/AAAAAAAABS0/Lo0hWf2qTK8/s1600/polish%2Bpottery.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TH4bzXtfmio/TwT-2PqwUPI/AAAAAAAABS0/Lo0hWf2qTK8/s400/polish%2Bpottery.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693956036775399666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Verne likes his coffee year round, I never give it a second thought all summer long. In the winter, though, I like a steaming mug beside me for most of the afternoon and evening. My new Polish pottery mug is such a fun shape and size, it makes me feel giddy each time I reach for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-3012619190536266179?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/3012619190536266179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=3012619190536266179' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3012619190536266179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3012619190536266179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-mug.html' title='A New Year, A New Mug'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TH4bzXtfmio/TwT-2PqwUPI/AAAAAAAABS0/Lo0hWf2qTK8/s72-c/polish%2Bpottery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-2706734569868886495</id><published>2011-12-26T07:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T07:52:30.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Our 25th Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pY4k8frXrGs/TvhtdaeTRWI/AAAAAAAABSc/8RPqFYoERlY/s1600/25th%2BChristmas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pY4k8frXrGs/TvhtdaeTRWI/AAAAAAAABSc/8RPqFYoERlY/s400/25th%2BChristmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690418481272669538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated our first Christmas together in 1987, and shared one more before we were married. It hardly seems like it could have been 25 years ago, but here we are, with a mostly grown family, and happier than ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7MnruMf5Mo/TvhtUgMUGyI/AAAAAAAABSQ/5nWFc6bD4u0/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2Bfamily.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7MnruMf5Mo/TvhtUgMUGyI/AAAAAAAABSQ/5nWFc6bD4u0/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2Bfamily.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690418328189016866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas from our home to yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-2706734569868886495?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2706734569868886495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=2706734569868886495' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2706734569868886495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2706734569868886495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-25th-christmas.html' title='Our 25th Christmas'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pY4k8frXrGs/TvhtdaeTRWI/AAAAAAAABSc/8RPqFYoERlY/s72-c/25th%2BChristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6200569437674000294</id><published>2011-12-08T21:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:55:53.195-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Cute {on a stick!}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqFKPMWOxg8/TuF1i24CPwI/AAAAAAAABSE/NsOyZzy6pso/s1600/_DSC0010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqFKPMWOxg8/TuF1i24CPwI/AAAAAAAABSE/NsOyZzy6pso/s400/_DSC0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683953446424821506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm catering a Christmas party for a local business tomorrow (50 people!). I baked 32 dozen cookies last night. I have to bake 20 dozen more today. I also need to make homemade hamburger buns for the party. Six dozen of them! Despite that, I spent the afternoon making 5 dozen cake pops that look like little Christmas cupcakes for the cast and crew of the local production of The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. Have I lost my ever-loving mind??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, there are always cake pops at the concession stand, and all of the children in the cast always want to buy them. Fact is, they like them so much the concession stand runs out, leaving none for the patrons. So, I got the bright idea to surprise the cast and crew with FREE cake pops all around. Perhaps I did lose my mind, but I think there were quite a few happy children tonight, and isn't that the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the kitchen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6200569437674000294?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6200569437674000294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6200569437674000294' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6200569437674000294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6200569437674000294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/12/cute-on-stick.html' title='Cute {on a stick!}'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqFKPMWOxg8/TuF1i24CPwI/AAAAAAAABSE/NsOyZzy6pso/s72-c/_DSC0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-1646074404246095266</id><published>2011-11-28T20:43:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:29:43.825-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At Home'/><title type='text'>November's Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The month flew by, and despite what my past few posts have shown, I've done much more than just quilt. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've baked, and baked, and baked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5kfMWKbnYI/TtRAQxsWCeI/AAAAAAAABR4/3HBTPJo8NJY/s1600/_DSC0006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5kfMWKbnYI/TtRAQxsWCeI/AAAAAAAABR4/3HBTPJo8NJY/s400/_DSC0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680235686982453730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A nineteenth birthday cake for Autumn...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S-Z8qHBD8wg/TtQ_6YTC80I/AAAAAAAABRs/Rp9x88yb1_4/s1600/_DSC0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S-Z8qHBD8wg/TtQ_6YTC80I/AAAAAAAABRs/Rp9x88yb1_4/s400/_DSC0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680235302208336706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a cake commissioned for a 75th birthday party, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ut7yZdxU_hY/TtQ_ChtdVlI/AAAAAAAABRU/iEu3A6WyvaY/s400/_DSC0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680234342662362706" /&gt;and cupcakes for Abigail's thirteenth birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGsc8AuVdKo/TtQ_n3n_X_I/AAAAAAAABRg/XkvvKJCkkGs/s1600/_DSC0024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGsc8AuVdKo/TtQ_n3n_X_I/AAAAAAAABRg/XkvvKJCkkGs/s400/_DSC0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680234984200167410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've hosted a party, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5B7vuw8sxXo/TtQ-pHdXhiI/AAAAAAAABRI/0zlg93-ZI5g/s1600/_DSC0127.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5B7vuw8sxXo/TtQ-pHdXhiI/AAAAAAAABRI/0zlg93-ZI5g/s400/_DSC0127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680233906118821410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I've been to several basketball, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INNMTNyNt4E/TtQ97S8k6LI/AAAAAAAABQ8/EZrg_A7ITGs/s1600/_DSC0203.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INNMTNyNt4E/TtQ97S8k6LI/AAAAAAAABQ8/EZrg_A7ITGs/s400/_DSC0203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680233118928529586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and volleyball games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGcuhvRjS9g/TtQ8qroepuI/AAAAAAAABQw/owXs8mBhh18/s400/_DSC0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680231733985715938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I welcomed Mac's girlfriend into our home for several days over their Thanksgiving break, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot86O35Yn6k/TtQ72BBGaiI/AAAAAAAABQY/Wm36wws5ciY/s400/_DSC0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680230829193062946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;played games, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VsepuVd8Jlg/TtQ7k963ihI/AAAAAAAABQM/iq9qsRarXQ8/s400/_DSC0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680230536303839762" /&gt;skyped with long-distance friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNXNW-gqfP8/TtQ8MzN9rMI/AAAAAAAABQk/549OSG5rY5s/s400/_DSC0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680231220625910978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and cooked a feast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78PNvF-YNuk/TtQ7NLUVmvI/AAAAAAAABQA/kKFC1fIpwQc/s1600/_DSC0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78PNvF-YNuk/TtQ7NLUVmvI/AAAAAAAABQA/kKFC1fIpwQc/s400/_DSC0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680230127583468274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've witnessed more than one paper football game, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_zZ39_OODk/TtQ65hG81bI/AAAAAAAABP0/9L4vNr-ct-c/s1600/_DSC0058.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_zZ39_OODk/TtQ65hG81bI/AAAAAAAABP0/9L4vNr-ct-c/s400/_DSC0058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680229789835515314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snuggled with Abigail, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vvNVpsX8lTM/TtQ6oYWDf7I/AAAAAAAABPo/bspcirzEacY/s1600/_DSC0072.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vvNVpsX8lTM/TtQ6oYWDf7I/AAAAAAAABPo/bspcirzEacY/s400/_DSC0072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680229495425171378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and made time for Verne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also made time to run several miles nearly every day, started Christmas shopping, and have been hired to cater a Christmas dinner for a local business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little bit of time I take to sew helps me to keep my sanity in all of this everyday life. Good thing, because December looks like it's going to be just as busy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-1646074404246095266?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/1646074404246095266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=1646074404246095266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/1646074404246095266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/1646074404246095266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/11/novembers-gone.html' title='November&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5kfMWKbnYI/TtRAQxsWCeI/AAAAAAAABR4/3HBTPJo8NJY/s72-c/_DSC0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-7711132165609779291</id><published>2011-11-28T11:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:38:45.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Orca Bay Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcr1foSuPi0/TtO40kNBs7I/AAAAAAAABPc/WclbroXTOms/s1600/_DSC0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcr1foSuPi0/TtO40kNBs7I/AAAAAAAABPc/WclbroXTOms/s400/_DSC0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680086768255349682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning after Thanksgiving, I opened my eyes and headed to the computer to see the next step of the mystery. I wasn't disappointed, as I'd been wanting to try strings. Later that morning a few friends and I got together and sewed for most of the afternoon. I lack 12 of the 72 units. Maybe I'll get them finished this evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head over to &lt;a href="http://quiltville.blogspot.com/2011/11/mystery-monday-link-up-part-2.html"&gt;Bonnie's blog&lt;/a&gt; to see what others have gotten done so far on their Orca Bay Mystery quilts, and to &lt;a href="http://www.patchworktimes.com/2011/11/28/design-wall-monday-november-28-2011/"&gt;Judy's&lt;/a&gt; to be inspired by what others have on their design walls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-7711132165609779291?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7711132165609779291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=7711132165609779291' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7711132165609779291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7711132165609779291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/11/orca-bay-part-2.html' title='Orca Bay Part 2'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcr1foSuPi0/TtO40kNBs7I/AAAAAAAABPc/WclbroXTOms/s72-c/_DSC0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6601176486010930392</id><published>2011-11-18T23:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:07:10.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Bonnie Hunter's Orca Bay Mystery Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjgfdRlbUFQ/TshgyelXfGI/AAAAAAAABPQ/QoaWINSL-Fk/s1600/OrcaBay450.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjgfdRlbUFQ/TshgyelXfGI/AAAAAAAABPQ/QoaWINSL-Fk/s400/OrcaBay450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676893750620028002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Today we met at the Farmhouse, eight of us in all, and began working on Bonnie's latest mystery quilt. There was potluck, and plenty of testing out the best way to make 896 quarter square triangles accurately. Triangulations? Cut a strip and cut the triangles using the Companion Angle ruler? Cut a square and cut it into fourths? 896 quarter square triangles. No, that's not an exaggeration. Care to join us? It's not too late to get started!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6601176486010930392?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6601176486010930392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6601176486010930392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6601176486010930392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6601176486010930392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/11/bonnie-hunters-orca-bay-mystery-quilt.html' title='Bonnie Hunter&apos;s Orca Bay Mystery Quilt'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjgfdRlbUFQ/TshgyelXfGI/AAAAAAAABPQ/QoaWINSL-Fk/s72-c/OrcaBay450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-680600594775942422</id><published>2011-11-12T20:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T20:59:56.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Apple Cider, without Borders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4C8t5u3CKCk/Tr8g51PfotI/AAAAAAAABOY/HhcMSL1O0gI/s1600/Apple%2BCider.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4C8t5u3CKCk/Tr8g51PfotI/AAAAAAAABOY/HhcMSL1O0gI/s400/Apple%2BCider.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674290233426813650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back home from the quilt retreat just a bit disillusioned with my accomplishments. I had a list of things I wanted to do: finish my Sunbonnet Sue for the raffle, finish my mystery quilt, make a Linus quilt top, and work on Farmer's wife. It &lt;i&gt;seemed&lt;/i&gt; reasonable, but I overestimated my ability to work quickly. Too much food, too much talking, too much Bingo ( buy Hey!, I won!), too many seams to rip out. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not disillusioned with this quilt top, however. This is the moment I've been waiting for since &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/02/stack-of-reds.html"&gt;February&lt;/a&gt;! Just a few weeks ago, I worried over my choice of fabrics since they were far from the darker Civil War fabrics most everyone else used. Mine are cheery 30's prints, and are quite busy. Would the pattern emerge? This quilt has been a ton of work, and I feared the worst. I needn't have feared. It's &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt;! The colors, not the seams. ahem. ;-) Now to add the borders!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-680600594775942422?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/680600594775942422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=680600594775942422' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/680600594775942422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/680600594775942422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/11/apple-cider-without-borders.html' title='Apple Cider, without Borders'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4C8t5u3CKCk/Tr8g51PfotI/AAAAAAAABOY/HhcMSL1O0gI/s72-c/Apple%2BCider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6218571779344395916</id><published>2011-11-09T23:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:14:49.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>In the Home Stretch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3roPj-YzL2c/TrtNy2PwJTI/AAAAAAAABOM/z2aKF-wypSU/s1600/_DSC0001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3roPj-YzL2c/TrtNy2PwJTI/AAAAAAAABOM/z2aKF-wypSU/s400/_DSC0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673213691553654066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to a quilt retreat in the morning, and I'm thankful for the time to get away and sew with friends. I've been working on the last 12 blocks for &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/mary-lous-magical-mystery-tour.html"&gt;Mary Lou's Magical Mystery Tour &lt;/a&gt;quilt, and I'm hoping to have it put together by the time I come home. Oh, and I desperately need to work on my Farmer's wife blocks, too. I'll be keeping plenty busy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kU4Xt_Qbz-c/TrtNg8Vx-pI/AAAAAAAABOA/WZfh_qvEaAM/s1600/_DSC0006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kU4Xt_Qbz-c/TrtNg8Vx-pI/AAAAAAAABOA/WZfh_qvEaAM/s400/_DSC0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673213383951907474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every spare minute this week has been spent in the sewing room. It's a ton of work just getting ready to go! Lots of coffee in my new mug means lots of potty breaks, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wdpd2Ytt8Sg/TrtNUL2tt5I/AAAAAAAABN0/5ZxGaVZEgAo/s1600/_DSC0008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wdpd2Ytt8Sg/TrtNUL2tt5I/AAAAAAAABN0/5ZxGaVZEgAo/s400/_DSC0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673213164778272658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My faithful companion, Lucy. Isn't she getting big? Isn't she adorable? She lays at my feet, and every little while, she gets up to give me some sugar. LOVE! Too bad I can't bring her on the retreat with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6218571779344395916?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6218571779344395916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6218571779344395916' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6218571779344395916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6218571779344395916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-home-stretch.html' title='In the Home Stretch'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3roPj-YzL2c/TrtNy2PwJTI/AAAAAAAABOM/z2aKF-wypSU/s72-c/_DSC0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-5702736103594477937</id><published>2011-11-05T23:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T00:05:19.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Pink Lemonade Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sX5IhvLYYd8/TrYGFY70zHI/AAAAAAAABNo/Hy65vTiu454/s1600/pink%2Blemonade.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sX5IhvLYYd8/TrYGFY70zHI/AAAAAAAABNo/Hy65vTiu454/s400/pink%2Blemonade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671727470382206066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been busy working on several quilts over the past few months. I'm on a mission to finish what I start, and this particular quilt seemed like a great place to begin. I started this at least 6 years ago, way back when Abigail's favorite color was yellow. Now? Her favorite color is pink. Whew! Glad I used those two colors together!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pattern came from a quilting magazine, which I've misplaced or gotten rid of at this point, and I can't remember the name of the pattern, but as I hung it on the line to photograph it, Pink Lemonade was all I could think of. Sweet and tart at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLOzNIN2mHE/TrYF7M-7WXI/AAAAAAAABNc/EmrXdz2ZzzI/s1600/pink%2Blemonade%2Bback.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLOzNIN2mHE/TrYF7M-7WXI/AAAAAAAABNc/EmrXdz2ZzzI/s400/pink%2Blemonade%2Bback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671727295375300978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The back is just plain white, which shows off the hand-quilting quite nicely. Though the stitches are far from perfect, it's done, and on her bed tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to make a dust ruffle, curtains, and a pillow sham. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-5702736103594477937?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5702736103594477937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=5702736103594477937' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5702736103594477937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5702736103594477937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/11/pink-lemonade-quilt.html' title='Pink Lemonade Quilt'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sX5IhvLYYd8/TrYGFY70zHI/AAAAAAAABNo/Hy65vTiu454/s72-c/pink%2Blemonade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6894485211862241314</id><published>2011-11-03T06:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T12:23:33.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Look Good... Feel Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jne2dO6ieX4/TrJwmU2Wi8I/AAAAAAAABM4/so8Pv4J_izE/s400/pink%2Bmints.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670718684546894786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a busy few days as I prepared for an event this past weekend. The kitchen exploded with pink confections to be served at a fashion show featuring breast cancer survivors as the models. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2MD9K805euA/TrJwgHDfcoI/AAAAAAAABMs/BSbgwY7EbTY/s400/pink%2Bcupcakes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670718577764692610" /&gt;260 icing roses in various shades of pink and white topped mini-cupcakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M5j_jMAY4Rg/TrJwwtm2rTI/AAAAAAAABNE/UWUBzmerB6s/s400/_lookgood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670718862991469874" /&gt;Attendees stopped by my food table, and then went on to bid over items in a silent auction before entering the auditorium where they were moved to tears. Literally. The models exhibited beauty and grace, and their families gathered around them, showering them with love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RsevlOyYxCE/TrJw-u9PsnI/AAAAAAAABNQ/wR22BQRvDUM/s400/feel%2Bbetter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670719103871988338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookgoodfeelbetter.org/"&gt;Look Good... Feel Better. &lt;/a&gt; Never heard of it? Check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6894485211862241314?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6894485211862241314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6894485211862241314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6894485211862241314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6894485211862241314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/11/look-good-feel-better.html' title='Look Good... Feel Better'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jne2dO6ieX4/TrJwmU2Wi8I/AAAAAAAABM4/so8Pv4J_izE/s72-c/pink%2Bmints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8669361891511488318</id><published>2011-10-24T21:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:47:55.923-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Around My Neck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N18U06lyqNM/TqYVIAt8uxI/AAAAAAAABMg/xHZDbp9KOzM/s1600/quilt%2Band%2Bbee%2Bhappy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N18U06lyqNM/TqYVIAt8uxI/AAAAAAAABMg/xHZDbp9KOzM/s400/quilt%2Band%2Bbee%2Bhappy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667240408468208402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adorable, yes?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8669361891511488318?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8669361891511488318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8669361891511488318' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8669361891511488318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8669361891511488318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/10/around-my-neck.html' title='Around My Neck'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N18U06lyqNM/TqYVIAt8uxI/AAAAAAAABMg/xHZDbp9KOzM/s72-c/quilt%2Band%2Bbee%2Bhappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-5730321560059720270</id><published>2011-10-17T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:27:14.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Celebrating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnDTxv25LwQ/TpzVGHH3IAI/AAAAAAAABMU/AYGG0II6FXA/s1600/Celebrating.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnDTxv25LwQ/TpzVGHH3IAI/AAAAAAAABMU/AYGG0II6FXA/s400/Celebrating.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664636732293193730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful for each day that I've been given, and I can hardly believe that they've added up to forty-one years. Forty one years, and one day, that is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family always makes my birthday special, and there's no doubt that I am loved. What a blessing! This year's cake was baked by Abigail, and decorated by Collin. It's the Homemaker quilt block from the Farmer's Wife quilt book. Very appropriate! Autumn made a delicious dinner, and Mac called from across the miles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-5730321560059720270?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5730321560059720270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=5730321560059720270' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5730321560059720270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5730321560059720270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/10/celebrating.html' title='Celebrating'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnDTxv25LwQ/TpzVGHH3IAI/AAAAAAAABMU/AYGG0II6FXA/s72-c/Celebrating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-7967067288047294221</id><published>2011-10-13T18:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:55:59.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-rZyO39fw/TpdriTMYwSI/AAAAAAAABLY/ShC5pgqRQ00/s1600/twilight.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-rZyO39fw/TpdriTMYwSI/AAAAAAAABLY/ShC5pgqRQ00/s400/twilight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663113293453639970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training Lucy to walk on a leash is going well. We generally go between two and three miles a day, split up between two sessions so as not to tax her still-growing bones; one walk mid-morning, and another after supper just as the last light dips below the horizon. It's lovely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-7967067288047294221?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7967067288047294221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=7967067288047294221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7967067288047294221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7967067288047294221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/10/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-rZyO39fw/TpdriTMYwSI/AAAAAAAABLY/ShC5pgqRQ00/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-3989060634675244112</id><published>2011-10-11T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:53:49.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>'Tis the Season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkgPB-pwqRw/TpTxU70ju1I/AAAAAAAABLM/ODQlCGtyUIc/s1600/gingersnaps.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkgPB-pwqRw/TpTxU70ju1I/AAAAAAAABLM/ODQlCGtyUIc/s400/gingersnaps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662415973469371218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...for soups, and crisps, and hot tea and gingersnaps. Want to make some? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gingersnaps&lt;/b&gt;- Verne's grandma's recipe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 c. &lt;b&gt;shortening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 c. &lt;b&gt;sugar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 &lt;b&gt;egg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 c. &lt;b&gt;molasses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 c. &lt;b&gt;flour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tsp. &lt;b&gt;baking soda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 tsp. &lt;b&gt;salt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp. &lt;b&gt;cinnamon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 tsp. &lt;b&gt;cloves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 tsp. &lt;b&gt;ginger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combine shortening, sugar, eggs, and molasses. Mix well. Combine dry ingredients, stir well. Add to wet ingredients, and mix until all ingredients are combined. Shape dough into 48 balls; roll in sugar. Place cookies 2" apart on ungreased cookie sheet, and bake in a 375 F preheated oven for 7-9 minutes. remove to cooling racks. Store in an airtight container. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-3989060634675244112?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/3989060634675244112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=3989060634675244112' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3989060634675244112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3989060634675244112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/10/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkgPB-pwqRw/TpTxU70ju1I/AAAAAAAABLM/ODQlCGtyUIc/s72-c/gingersnaps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-4314569117365544752</id><published>2011-10-07T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T22:33:08.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking'/><title type='text'>Flying By</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hcpX4BeNeo/To-13wB2ccI/AAAAAAAABLE/yBZICroLM-4/s1600/_DSC0507.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hcpX4BeNeo/To-13wB2ccI/AAAAAAAABLE/yBZICroLM-4/s400/_DSC0507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660943226018099650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can October really be a quarter of the way gone already? This Indian Summer that we're having makes it seem like the early days of the previous season, but the crunch underfoot tells me differently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-4314569117365544752?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/4314569117365544752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=4314569117365544752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4314569117365544752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4314569117365544752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/10/flying-by.html' title='Flying By'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hcpX4BeNeo/To-13wB2ccI/AAAAAAAABLE/yBZICroLM-4/s72-c/_DSC0507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8203195253162291154</id><published>2011-10-05T19:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:10:03.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking'/><title type='text'>A Snail's Pace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uhj_utArdQw/TozvwFEIcHI/AAAAAAAABKc/l0yYlr9YbVw/s1600/IMG_0345.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uhj_utArdQw/TozvwFEIcHI/AAAAAAAABKc/l0yYlr9YbVw/s400/IMG_0345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660162440970137714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly, my walking has turned to running. I never thought it would happen, but I've discovered I can burn twice as many calories in half the time. The thought of being outside for hours during the winter isn't fun, and so I thought I'd give it a try. You know what? It turns out that 36 degree mornings are perfect for running rather than walking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm using the term running loosely here. The motion is different from walking, to be sure, but I can't say much for the pace. &lt;a href="http://pleasantviewschoolhouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/thinking-about-running.html"&gt;Anna says that "slow running makes you skinny."&lt;/a&gt; Really? It's worth a try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8203195253162291154?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8203195253162291154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8203195253162291154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8203195253162291154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8203195253162291154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/10/snails-pace.html' title='A Snail&apos;s Pace'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uhj_utArdQw/TozvwFEIcHI/AAAAAAAABKc/l0yYlr9YbVw/s72-c/IMG_0345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6179864334836849079</id><published>2011-10-02T20:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:51:08.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At Home'/><title type='text'>Thankful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SSD3zRSApDk/TokGWLC5UoI/AAAAAAAABKU/YCj6_1KBhEc/s1600/_DSC0013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SSD3zRSApDk/TokGWLC5UoI/AAAAAAAABKU/YCj6_1KBhEc/s400/_DSC0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659061384759562882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for the roses blooming outside my bedroom window and the hummingbirds that are still visiting them daily. They'll both be gone for the season before too long, and I'm enjoying them while I can. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6179864334836849079?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6179864334836849079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6179864334836849079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6179864334836849079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6179864334836849079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/10/thankful.html' title='Thankful...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SSD3zRSApDk/TokGWLC5UoI/AAAAAAAABKU/YCj6_1KBhEc/s72-c/_DSC0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-2601504140819823714</id><published>2011-09-28T19:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:47:03.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6yHMlzlC4m8/ToOx7PPBO9I/AAAAAAAABKM/R5oASJw5884/s1600/_DSC0133.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6yHMlzlC4m8/ToOx7PPBO9I/AAAAAAAABKM/R5oASJw5884/s400/_DSC0133.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657561188167400402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Several of you have mentioned that you are having difficulty leaving comments. I've made a change that I hope enables each of you to comment whenever you want to. Try it out, and let's see! If not, please comment anonymously and just leave me your name. I sure miss hearing from you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-2601504140819823714?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2601504140819823714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=2601504140819823714' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2601504140819823714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2601504140819823714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/09/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6yHMlzlC4m8/ToOx7PPBO9I/AAAAAAAABKM/R5oASJw5884/s72-c/_DSC0133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-4623790715553760507</id><published>2011-09-27T18:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T18:19:20.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Thankful'/><title type='text'>New Mercies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cftBhZxzCEY/ToJK_419UoI/AAAAAAAABKE/gHw8GQuYIP4/s1600/IMG_0084.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cftBhZxzCEY/ToJK_419UoI/AAAAAAAABKE/gHw8GQuYIP4/s400/IMG_0084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657166543381680770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px 'Apple Chancery'"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   his mercies never come to an end;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; they are new every morning;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   great is your faithfulness.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Apple Chancery'; color: rgb(92, 17, 3); "&gt;&lt;span style="font: 18.0px 'Apple Chancery'; letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #000000"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lamentations 3:22-23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-4623790715553760507?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/4623790715553760507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=4623790715553760507' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4623790715553760507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4623790715553760507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-mercies.html' title='New Mercies'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cftBhZxzCEY/ToJK_419UoI/AAAAAAAABKE/gHw8GQuYIP4/s72-c/IMG_0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6746223903099116007</id><published>2011-09-21T22:16:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T07:39:06.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking'/><title type='text'>Week in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't disappeared entirely. I've been on the go, but I'm still here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mornings are filled with walking/jogging as the tally of miles on my sidebar indicates. I'm enjoying the cooler temperatures, and the early autumn rains. Rain makes jogging so much easier, in my opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTlZuzodUvY/TnqcT6tVNcI/AAAAAAAABJk/Ys2aQj7RUv0/s400/running.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655004148107916738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, early in the morning you see some strange sights. Scary, too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G55_IGxgUYI/TnqcgduGO4I/AAAAAAAABJs/JMJ9SvBlXZo/s400/bull.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655004363664800642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I approached this bull on the wrong side of the fence my mind raced. I kept thinking, 'I may need to train harder to outrun him'. Thankfully, he didn't feel like running, and was more interested in the ladies inside the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8IlN4lsZU3M/TnqbsT4miqI/AAAAAAAABJM/sq5UJ5gC7so/s400/Lucy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655003467671308962" /&gt;You haven't seen Lucy in awhile. She's cuter than ever and weighs about 29 pounds now. She's four months old, and is losing baby teeth left and right. Thankfully, she's never chewed anything she's not supposed to. We keep a steady supply of bones, and toys around for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GpZyBYOg97Q/Tnqb75bZoVI/AAAAAAAABJU/5tQRyEMb6Io/s400/play.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655003735447413074" /&gt;Do you remember me mentioning that &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/l-m-n-o-p.html"&gt;I tried out for a play&lt;/a&gt;? We performed it five times, with the last two shows being this past Saturday. I made it! I don't know if I'm over my fear of being in front of people, but this certainly helped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above photo cracks me up. I realize I'm short. I can't reach into my cabinets, or the shelves in the grocery store. I have to look up at everyone. But still, I don't ever &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; myself beside someone else. Verne is to the left of me, and a young friend is to the right. While Ashley is petite, she has nothing on me. This photo makes me look as though you could pick me up and put me in your pocket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cWVzHn-hqL4/TnqcIBWRUxI/AAAAAAAABJc/DOSWlBelSSU/s400/4some.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655003943731811090" /&gt;Mac came home for the play which was fitting since it was a murder mystery, and he wrote alternate endings for it so that the audience couldn't have heard from their friends "who-dun-it". It was the first time that we had seen him since he started back to school several weeks ago, and we enjoyed having him home for the weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRCwI5q4VhQ/TnqdQTifgaI/AAAAAAAABJ8/cF6zYQReqc0/s1600/macguitar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRCwI5q4VhQ/TnqdQTifgaI/AAAAAAAABJ8/cF6zYQReqc0/s400/macguitar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655005185565491618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially his giggle and guitar playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What have you been up to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6746223903099116007?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6746223903099116007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6746223903099116007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6746223903099116007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6746223903099116007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/09/week-in-review.html' title='Week in Review'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTlZuzodUvY/TnqcT6tVNcI/AAAAAAAABJk/Ys2aQj7RUv0/s72-c/running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-865742915289962448</id><published>2011-09-14T19:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:58:01.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Hot Spinach and Lentil Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AR7nj1ex0sc/TnE9N50Z7RI/AAAAAAAABJE/31ZPCC5XCTU/s1600/Hot%2BSpinach%2Band%2BLentil%2BSalad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AR7nj1ex0sc/TnE9N50Z7RI/AAAAAAAABJE/31ZPCC5XCTU/s400/Hot%2BSpinach%2Band%2BLentil%2BSalad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652366316394900754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been such a busy time here between school and play practice, that we've hardly had a chance to enjoy anything else. I keep reminding myself this is a season, and the busy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; will pass. I want to enjoy each day, and not wish them away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that remains constant is our family dinners. Sitting down as a family each and every evening is essential. We can't always afford the time to linger over the meal, but the simple act of eating together cements relationships. And who says Wednesday night dinner can't be special? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried another recipe (Hot Spinach and Lentil Salad) from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Daily-Bean-Creative-Breakfast-Dinner/dp/0895260719"&gt;The Daily Bean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; tonight, and it was a winner. So flavorful, so unexpected. Hard boiled eggs on top of wilted spinach? Lentils cooked with mustard seed? Each bite was delicious, and I think I'll be making this one often. Sea scallops made the perfect accompaniment, though I could be happy with just the salad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four more performances of the play, and hopefully life will return to normal, whatever that is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're local, please join us. I promise you'll have a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-865742915289962448?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/865742915289962448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=865742915289962448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/865742915289962448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/865742915289962448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/09/hot-spinach-and-lentil-salad.html' title='Hot Spinach and Lentil Salad'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AR7nj1ex0sc/TnE9N50Z7RI/AAAAAAAABJE/31ZPCC5XCTU/s72-c/Hot%2BSpinach%2Band%2BLentil%2BSalad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8711767716289023673</id><published>2011-09-07T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T15:58:02.018-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Bulgur and Red Bean Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emgOrvvk2Oo/TmfMODJMsGI/AAAAAAAABI8/yyaXnCbDIJg/s1600/bulgur.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emgOrvvk2Oo/TmfMODJMsGI/AAAAAAAABI8/yyaXnCbDIJg/s400/bulgur.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649708799293698146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a wonderful accompaniment to salmon last night, and just as good on it's own for lunch today. You can find the recipe in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Daily-Bean-Creative-Breakfast-Dinner/dp/0895260719"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Daily Bean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm loving this cookbook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8711767716289023673?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8711767716289023673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8711767716289023673' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8711767716289023673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8711767716289023673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/09/bulgur-and-red-bean-salad.html' title='Bulgur and Red Bean Salad'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emgOrvvk2Oo/TmfMODJMsGI/AAAAAAAABI8/yyaXnCbDIJg/s72-c/bulgur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-7827550697098359003</id><published>2011-08-31T23:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:20:45.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>W, X, Y, and Z</title><content type='html'>The last installment of the Alphabet in August has arrived, and not a day too soon. Seriously, I've grown a little weary of playing this game, but I wanted to see it through. Notice, I didn't write "quitter" under Q!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W is for ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Witty&lt;/b&gt; - I'm pretty quick with remarks, but sometimes I need to keep my mouth closed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Womanly&lt;/b&gt; - I'm very feminine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Worker&lt;/b&gt; - I'm not afraid of hard work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X is for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Xeric &lt;/b&gt;- I always joke with Verne that I can't go out in the rain because I'm made of sugar and I'd melt if I got wet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y is for ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Youthful&lt;/b&gt; - Though I don't see it, especially because I have a head full of gray hair, I'm constantly being told that I'm too young to have four children as old as mine are. Many people mistake Autumn and me for sisters. Poor Autumn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z is for ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zealous&lt;/b&gt; - When I believe in something, I'm very passionate about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it, an entire alphabetical list describing me. Aren't you glad it's over? ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-7827550697098359003?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7827550697098359003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=7827550697098359003' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7827550697098359003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7827550697098359003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/w-x-y-and-z.html' title='W, X, Y, and Z'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8117954769742891996</id><published>2011-08-29T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:54:14.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Q, R, S, T, U, V</title><content type='html'>Q is for...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quarrelsome &lt;/b&gt;-  Unfortunately, I do have a bit of a fighting streak. This is another area, though, that I have greatly improved upon in the past several years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quixotic&lt;/b&gt; - Remember when I said I was a perfectionist? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; R is for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Redundant&lt;/b&gt; - My friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; makes fun of me because I say, " a wee, tiny bit" pretty often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reflective&lt;/b&gt; - I'm a pretty deep thinker, and I'm constantly looking back to things that I've said, or did and asking myself how I could have handled the situation better or differently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rich &lt;/b&gt;- Not in the monetary sense, but I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;abundantly&lt;/span&gt; blessed with good gifts from God, and I'm very thankful for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romantic&lt;/b&gt; - I love private moments with my husband, the way he flirts with me even after 22 years of marriage, and thinking of ways to make him feel loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Real&lt;/b&gt; - What you see is what you get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S is for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Salty&lt;/b&gt; - I enjoy sweet foods, but almost always need to chase them with just a bite of something salty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shivering&lt;/b&gt; - I've been cold most of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simple&lt;/b&gt; - In the way I dress, decorate, and live my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T is for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tender &lt;/b&gt;- I'm very sensitive to other people's feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Testy&lt;/b&gt; - I'm pretty easily irritated. another thing to work on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tidy&lt;/b&gt; - I'm neat by nature. Please don't hate me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U is for... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unbiased&lt;/b&gt; - I'm very good at remaining impartial and listening to both sides of a story without jumping to conclusions, even when it involves one of my children and someone outside of our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uptight&lt;/b&gt; - I get tense pretty easily. Sometimes I don't even know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V is for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Victorious&lt;/b&gt; - At least sometimes! If I weren't, I think I'd lose my competitiveness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8117954769742891996?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8117954769742891996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8117954769742891996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8117954769742891996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8117954769742891996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/q-r-s-t-u-v.html' title='Q, R, S, T, U, V'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8996211872769743889</id><published>2011-08-27T19:05:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T21:55:20.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Children'/><title type='text'>Smooth Sailing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ockVsNhtmtA/Tll5EzGAuJI/AAAAAAAABIk/zULsD6b5UCw/s400/toes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645676731227486354" /&gt;Ten tiny toes made their appearance this week after much anticipation. Asher McConaghy came into the world Wednesday evening, and you better believe I was at the hospital Thursday afternoon to hold him. And to see his mama, Rachel, and his daddy, Patrick, of course. But, I won't lie- I went mostly to hold the baby. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also couldn't wait to deliver the gift I made for him over the span of several months. You've seen little glimpses of it already, &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-stars-stood-still.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/machine-quilting.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and even in this month's header photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smooth Sailing-  that's what I call this quilt. Why? Because as I was sewing I prayed. I prayed for a safe and easy pregnancy and delivery. I also prayed that little Asher would be a joy to his family, and that he would know the Lord from the first days of his life. Smooth Sailing. It fits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M7Me1rG9ZUE/Tll4Tyx8heI/AAAAAAAABIU/2FdimGgu7Jo/s400/smooth%2Bsailing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645675889329735138" /&gt;The finished quilt, freshly laundered and ready to be given. Asher is the fifth boy in his family. When I found out he was on the way, I started thinking about what to make for him. When his two older brothers travelled to Canada for a summer of sailing, I thought a quilt with boats would be just right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dhMFDPtx6o/Tll4zdSccSI/AAAAAAAABIc/PJMBIhNISzc/s400/smooth%2Bsailing%2Bback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645676433316278562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The back of the quilt. Abigail chose the fabric for this side, and as &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/machine-quilting.html"&gt;Mary Lou&lt;/a&gt; pointed out, it's buoys for a boy! Enough of the quilt. I know you want to see more of this baby than his toes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-teS_1zaY6eE/Tll5UwRUtKI/AAAAAAAABIs/0T_dL3iDAMQ/s400/touch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645677005347533986" /&gt;Abigail and I planned to go visiting while Collin had a college class, but Collin was glad that we waited for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7NVQ1uqC0Q/Tll5iNkYmyI/AAAAAAAABI0/NZ5kSfcOego/s1600/collinasher.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7NVQ1uqC0Q/Tll5iNkYmyI/AAAAAAAABI0/NZ5kSfcOego/s400/collinasher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645677236550408994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He looks pretty comfortable holding a new baby, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like the quilt pattern? You can find it for free, without my adaptations, &lt;a href="http://www.kayeengland.com/PDF/sailing%20along.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8996211872769743889?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8996211872769743889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8996211872769743889' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8996211872769743889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8996211872769743889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/smooth-sailing.html' title='Smooth Sailing'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ockVsNhtmtA/Tll5EzGAuJI/AAAAAAAABIk/zULsD6b5UCw/s72-c/toes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-339476742550699954</id><published>2011-08-26T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T16:37:49.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>L, M, N, O, P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't fallen off the earth, I've just been busy living life. Collin started college classes locally, and I'm playing chauffeur between home, the college, and his work most days. Verne painted Abigail's room and I've been working on the trim here and there as I find the time. I've been sitting each evening to quilt, even if only for 30 minutes, and I'm still walking each morning, though I've shaved about a mile off per day, leaving me with an average of just shy of 6 miles per day. That's where I've been, now, how are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt; is for ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little&lt;/b&gt; - I'm not even five foot tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loquacious- &lt;/b&gt;It's difficult to know who talks more, Verne or me. Communication is not a problem for us; we talk about &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lopsided&lt;/b&gt;- I have one leg that's just the slightest bit longer than the other- you'd never notice, but it sure makes my walking shoes wear out fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low-maintenance &lt;/b&gt;- I can be showered and ready to go in no longer than 45 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt; is for ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Married&lt;/b&gt; - 22 years and counting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom&lt;/b&gt; - to four wonderful children. Each one is unique and holds a special place in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mysterious&lt;/b&gt; - just when you think you really know me, you learn something that makes you think maybe you don't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt; is for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natural&lt;/b&gt; - I prefer things in their natural state. I don't color my hair. I adore wood and other outdoor surfaces to have a nice, weathered patina as opposed to constantly painting them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nervous&lt;/b&gt; - I get nervous speaking directly to groups of people unless the group is children. I'm working on expanding my horizons, and recently auditioned for a play. So far, so good at practices, but I'll let you know how the actual performance goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nutritious&lt;/b&gt; - I love healthy foods from vegetables, to fruits, to healthy grains. But, I love sweets, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt; is for ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Observant&lt;/b&gt; - I notice everything going on around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old-fashioned &lt;/b&gt;- Cooking from scratch, canning, soap-making, quilting, and dressing modestly, though not frumpily, have all led up to me being called old-fashioned. I don't mind a bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt; is for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Practical&lt;/b&gt; - I'm constantly thinking about what's best for all involved, and I prefer practical gifts over indulgent ones. My husband is very good at balancing this, however, and I never feel overlooked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfectionist&lt;/b&gt; - I'm definitely my own worst critic. I tend to get upset if the end result isn't what I hoped for even if I've truly tried my best. Another area that needs working on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photography&lt;/b&gt;- I love having a camera in my hand and capturing images. I don't like being on the other side of the lens. I'm working on that, too. Losing someone makes you realize  that if you were to leave this world abruptly, your loved ones would want photos of you to cherish no matter how poorly you thought you looked in them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Care to share any words that describe yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-339476742550699954?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/339476742550699954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=339476742550699954' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/339476742550699954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/339476742550699954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/l-m-n-o-p.html' title='L, M, N, O, P'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-2918632198168631150</id><published>2011-08-21T19:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:38:25.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Take 5 {Years}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NoeeB7nGCL0/TlGVYDMKVKI/AAAAAAAABIE/epLsrF-lZXI/s400/take5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643456048477656226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August has been a month of finishes for me, with this being the third quilt. The pattern is called Take 5, but Autumn thinks I should call mine Take 5 Years since that's about as long as it took. Maybe not quite, but probably close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cPVK8PMgpgw/TlGVh7CMraI/AAAAAAAABIM/bRVtO6JgMFo/s400/take%2B5%2Bback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643456218087075234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Too bad there's an unsightly crease in it since I hung it over the line to dry. Oh well, with a little use, you'll never notice. The next time I hang it up, I'll be sure not to drape it on the line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-2918632198168631150?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2918632198168631150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=2918632198168631150' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2918632198168631150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2918632198168631150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/take-5-years.html' title='Take 5 {Years}'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NoeeB7nGCL0/TlGVYDMKVKI/AAAAAAAABIE/epLsrF-lZXI/s72-c/take5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8154553461134072072</id><published>2011-08-18T21:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T22:07:14.688-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>OH! Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egIsZbI8FlE/Tk3CdNcIlVI/AAAAAAAABH8/TRP4uMf_GwE/s1600/binding.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egIsZbI8FlE/Tk3CdNcIlVI/AAAAAAAABH8/TRP4uMf_GwE/s400/binding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642379715244758354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started this quilt for our bed &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; back in October, and had the top pieced in less than two weeks. It went off to the quilter and I had it back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lickety&lt;/span&gt;-split. And then it sat. And sat. And sat  some more. I was afraid of the binding. Very afraid. This quilt is BIG! 104 x 104 inches. That's a lot of binding. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, though, &lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyquilting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mary Lou&lt;/a&gt; showed me exactly how to bind, and I finished a smaller quilt that I'll show you soon. And then I was feeling empowered, and dove into this large project. I have no idea what I was so afraid of. It took me three evenings, and &lt;i&gt;voila&lt;/i&gt;! it was done! Such a thrilling feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3hbPlD2Jgk/Tk3CYk5b59I/AAAAAAAABH0/k2mZyaWUDiE/s1600/on%2Bclothesline.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3hbPlD2Jgk/Tk3CYk5b59I/AAAAAAAABH0/k2mZyaWUDiE/s400/on%2Bclothesline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642379635642329042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke early this morning and placed the quilt in the washer, and waited rather impatiently for the cycle to finish so that I could hang it in the morning sunshine before I went for my walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x2bJulaXZU8/Tk3CR85zRGI/AAAAAAAABHs/2NwK2bJZD5I/s1600/bedleft.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x2bJulaXZU8/Tk3CR85zRGI/AAAAAAAABHs/2NwK2bJZD5I/s400/bedleft.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642379521827226722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later this afternoon I ironed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bed skirt&lt;/span&gt; that had been in my closet, and remade the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkA6iEbFaDo/Tk3CMxrDq_I/AAAAAAAABHk/e8aScOhFgN8/s1600/bedright.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkA6iEbFaDo/Tk3CMxrDq_I/AAAAAAAABHk/e8aScOhFgN8/s400/bedright.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642379432913251314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, I can't stop walking into my bedroom to glance at the quilt. I officially consider myself a quilter now. Oh, happy day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure what I think about the bed skirt. It's cream, not white, but I'm not sure it goes. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8154553461134072072?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8154553461134072072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8154553461134072072' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8154553461134072072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8154553461134072072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-happy-day.html' title='OH! Happy Day!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egIsZbI8FlE/Tk3CdNcIlVI/AAAAAAAABH8/TRP4uMf_GwE/s72-c/binding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-5281344052006704865</id><published>2011-08-15T21:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:52:40.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>K is for ________</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Kind &lt;/b&gt;- I try to be kind to everyone I meet. You never know how your smile is going to affect someone else who may be having a bad day.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knowledgeable&lt;/b&gt; - About quite a few things, but there's so much more I want to learn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do any "k" words describe you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-5281344052006704865?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5281344052006704865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=5281344052006704865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5281344052006704865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5281344052006704865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/k-is-for.html' title='K is for ________'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-9076141769542565361</id><published>2011-08-15T21:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:46:47.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>J is for ____________</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VqXgUC_hvQ0/TknL2lXZFoI/AAAAAAAABHc/5xVZIlJi52s/s1600/DSC_0035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VqXgUC_hvQ0/TknL2lXZFoI/AAAAAAAABHc/5xVZIlJi52s/s400/DSC_0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641264146861856386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jam&lt;/b&gt; maker. Yes, I make &lt;i&gt;lots&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i&gt; lots&lt;/i&gt; of jam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-9076141769542565361?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/9076141769542565361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=9076141769542565361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/9076141769542565361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/9076141769542565361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/j-is-for.html' title='J is for ____________'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VqXgUC_hvQ0/TknL2lXZFoI/AAAAAAAABHc/5xVZIlJi52s/s72-c/DSC_0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-5940242396625058204</id><published>2011-08-13T22:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T22:26:40.352-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>I is for _______</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Imaginative&lt;/b&gt; - Creating things comes naturally to me, whether it's a story for children or a new recipe. I loved to play pretend when I was younger, and I still think about how much fun it would be to play somewhere when I see unique places. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imperfect&lt;/b&gt; - I'm far from perfect, just ask anyone who knows me. Thankfully, I know that He who started a new work in me will bring it to completion in His own time. (Philippians 1:6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Industrious&lt;/b&gt; - You can almost always find me working on something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inexpensive&lt;/b&gt; - It doesn't take much to make me happy, and I'm happy making do with what we have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inquisitive&lt;/b&gt; - I'm curious about so many things, how they work, and if I can find a way to make them. I'm constantly learning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instinctive&lt;/b&gt; - I've learned over the years to trust my instincts, especially when it comes to my children. I think God gave mothers a sense about things, and we need to listen to that inner voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What "I" words best describe you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-5940242396625058204?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5940242396625058204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=5940242396625058204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5940242396625058204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5940242396625058204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-is-for.html' title='I is for _______'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-7804196301882812857</id><published>2011-08-12T11:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T12:36:14.898-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>H is for _______</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZZgloHM0rk/TkVKrM1DkgI/AAAAAAAABHE/S0Iuqbdxuho/s1600/purple%2Bweeds.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZZgloHM0rk/TkVKrM1DkgI/AAAAAAAABHE/S0Iuqbdxuho/s400/purple%2Bweeds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639996214390002178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canning, canning, canning is what I've been busy doing. There's such a feeling of satisfaction with each jar that's placed on the shelf at the end of the day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is gracious, and has brought in some cooler temperatures so the canning seems a little more bearable. The windows are open, the breezes are blowing, and it feels wonderful, especially early in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm enjoying reflecting on words that describe me, good and bad. It's given me a chance to ask myself how others view me, too. I want to be pleasant to be around, though I know I'm often not. Last night, after I compiled my list, I asked Abigail to make one describing me as well. Our lists were exactly the same, with one exception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the letter H!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huggable&lt;/b&gt; - Abigail's addition, and I think she's accurate. I love to give hugs.&lt;i&gt; Good &lt;/i&gt;hugs. Do you know the kind I mean? The kind that make you feel warm, and loved, and special? Yes, that kind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Homemaker&lt;/b&gt; - There's no place I'd rather be than home, and I love making it warm and inviting. Good food, a clean place to rest, and laughter are important to me, but feeling like you are loved and cherished here are my main goals. I want others to feel God's love as soon as they walk through the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helpful&lt;/b&gt; - I enjoy helping others, and working alongside others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy&lt;/b&gt; - I really don't have much to complain about, and I usually don't. I thoroughly enjoy my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honest&lt;/b&gt; - I give my honest opinion when asked, and I'm very fair to others. I've corrected clerks when given too much money back more times than I can count, and I'm always surprised when they are surprised that I was honest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Handy&lt;/b&gt; - There isn't much that I can't do, and I attribute that to my dad. I grew up in a do-it-yourself family, and Verne and I are carrying on that tradition. We've run electric, plumbed, drywalled, painted, repaired, built fireplaces, and decks, finished basements, etc. I also bake a great loaf of bread, make my own soap, can produce, and sew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Healthy&lt;/b&gt; - I eat right, exercise, and take care about what I put into and onto my body. I want to glorify God in all I do, and I'm careful not to make this an idol, knowing that I'm free to enjoy all things in moderation, and I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hospitable&lt;/b&gt; - Our entire family enjoys entertaining others in our home, and I find it sad that more people don't practice hospitality these days. I love it when others feel comfortable enough to jump in and help and make themselves at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What "H" words best describe you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-7804196301882812857?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7804196301882812857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=7804196301882812857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7804196301882812857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7804196301882812857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/h-is-for.html' title='H is for _______'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZZgloHM0rk/TkVKrM1DkgI/AAAAAAAABHE/S0Iuqbdxuho/s72-c/purple%2Bweeds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-7181883914223250925</id><published>2011-08-10T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T01:20:33.064-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>G is for ________</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Generous&lt;/b&gt; - I love giving to others; it makes me extremely happy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knQhaK_RZaU/TkNmhpKkA2I/AAAAAAAABG8/oSTKcOg0P6g/s400/goofy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639463886569866082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goofy&lt;/b&gt; - I can be very goofy, especially with my kids, but not in front of too many others. If you've seen me that way, I feel &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; comfortable around you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grouchy&lt;/b&gt; - I can be very grouchy, though I've been working on getting over it for years, and I think I've definitely made progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful&lt;/b&gt; - I count my blessings each and every day, and they are many!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gray&lt;/b&gt; - Not only is my hair graying, but I can't seem to get enough of the color gray recently. I find myself drawn to it, especially for decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-7181883914223250925?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7181883914223250925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=7181883914223250925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7181883914223250925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7181883914223250925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/g-is-for.html' title='G is for ________'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knQhaK_RZaU/TkNmhpKkA2I/AAAAAAAABG8/oSTKcOg0P6g/s72-c/goofy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6912565554591734191</id><published>2011-08-09T14:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:27:28.292-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>F is for ______</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MjVADZWwIm0/TkF79TWWqZI/AAAAAAAABG0/PvGeEPOO_5s/s1600/_DSC0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MjVADZWwIm0/TkF79TWWqZI/AAAAAAAABG0/PvGeEPOO_5s/s400/_DSC0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638924501540841874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faithful&lt;/b&gt; - I know what it means to be constant in a relationship, whether it's with my husband, or my friends. This is a trait that I admire in others as well. I love fiercely, and completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forgetful&lt;/b&gt; - There are certain things that I never forget: birthdays, anniversaries, and phone numbers to name a few, but please don't ask me to remind you to do something, because I won't remember no matter how hard I try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fresh &lt;/b&gt;- I love fresh food and fresh flowers, fresh smells, and colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendly&lt;/b&gt; - I try to make everyone feel like they belong, and I'm quick to talk to newcomers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flowers &lt;/b&gt;- I enjoy them in all settings, and only wish I were better with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fruitful &lt;/b&gt;- Not only do I have four children, but I get quite a bit accomplished from canning to keeping the house, to running the children everywhere they need to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frugal &lt;/b&gt;- Verne makes the money, and I work hard to make sure that it goes as far as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget to describe yourself in the comments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6912565554591734191?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6912565554591734191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6912565554591734191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6912565554591734191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6912565554591734191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/f-is-for.html' title='F is for ______'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MjVADZWwIm0/TkF79TWWqZI/AAAAAAAABG0/PvGeEPOO_5s/s72-c/_DSC0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-5229043094401311632</id><published>2011-08-08T20:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T20:58:40.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>E is for ________</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTDrGphJI2E/TkCGIWNy2LI/AAAAAAAABGs/MYrb3Zm16iI/s1600/_DSC0014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTDrGphJI2E/TkCGIWNy2LI/AAAAAAAABGs/MYrb3Zm16iI/s400/_DSC0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638654211428374706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Earthy&lt;/b&gt; , &lt;b&gt;Envious &lt;/b&gt;- especially of those with musical ability because I have none! &lt;b&gt;Enthusiastic&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Efficient&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What "E" words describe you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-5229043094401311632?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5229043094401311632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=5229043094401311632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5229043094401311632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5229043094401311632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-is-for.html' title='E is for ________'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTDrGphJI2E/TkCGIWNy2LI/AAAAAAAABGs/MYrb3Zm16iI/s72-c/_DSC0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-4034900347640008991</id><published>2011-08-06T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:15:34.991-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>D is for ________</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QfHQKW87j4/Tj4P-xTaEyI/AAAAAAAABGk/iUho2h4kbJ8/s1600/daughter.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QfHQKW87j4/Tj4P-xTaEyI/AAAAAAAABGk/iUho2h4kbJ8/s400/daughter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637961354575483682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daughter &lt;/b&gt;- and I was thrilled that my mom (and mother in law) recently paid us a visit, which doesn't happen very often since we live so far from one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deaf&lt;/b&gt; - I'm getting very hard of hearing. I find conversation especially difficult to hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Determined &lt;/b&gt;- I don't accept limitations easily, and if I set my mind to something, I'll almost always find a way to make it happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diligent&lt;/b&gt; - Any job worth doing is worth doing right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dog &lt;/b&gt;- I love dogs. Big dogs, small dogs, most any dog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What "D" words describe you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-4034900347640008991?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/4034900347640008991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=4034900347640008991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4034900347640008991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4034900347640008991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/d-is-for.html' title='D is for ________'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QfHQKW87j4/Tj4P-xTaEyI/AAAAAAAABGk/iUho2h4kbJ8/s72-c/daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6418669137032867151</id><published>2011-08-05T14:23:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T16:06:02.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>C is for ________</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candid&lt;/b&gt; - I'm truthful to a fault. Make sure you want the truth before you ask me my opinion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cooking&lt;/b&gt; - LOVE being in the kitchen, although I prefer someone else to clean up. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chester &lt;/b&gt;- I'm not much of a cat person, with the exception of Chester. He's quite the cat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o011oxV_pTU/Tjw1fwasUCI/AAAAAAAABF8/mQ16uSOAbXs/s400/cinderellla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637439653250093090" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cinderella&lt;/b&gt; - Didn't you know that I'm her mother? Abigail has the lead role in Roger's and Hammerstein's Cinderella at the local theater this weekend. Last night was opening night, with another show tonight, and two more tomorrow. Local? She'd love for you to come watch! And Collin plays the &lt;b&gt;chef&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4NKCrMY_MZ8/Tjw_kDesUdI/AAAAAAAABGU/GxQcqt2USuo/s400/chef.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637450722202898898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creative &lt;/b&gt;-  From crochet, to decorating cakes, to sewing and quilting, I love to create things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clean&lt;/b&gt; - It doesn't have to be perfect, but I tend to get depressed if my house isn't tidy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Curious&lt;/b&gt; - I have lots of questions, and I love learning the answers. I believe that learning should be lifelong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comfortable&lt;/b&gt; - Autumn and Verne are &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt; telling me how comfortable I am. Autumn once told me that she'd rather ride roller coasters with me than Verne because he's hard like steel, and I'm squishy like a teddy bear. &lt;i&gt;OH-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kay&lt;/span&gt;, then&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuddly &lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;See above. Babies tend to fall asleep easily on me. I guess Autumn is right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5Wjcf-UwFk/TjxFrEuW_MI/AAAAAAAABGc/mVL5HqhFhtg/s400/me85.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637457439865896130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Curvy &lt;/b&gt;- No explanation necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Celebratory &lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Today, especially. Verne and I are celebrating our 22nd wedding anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4QzoLmxSTM/Tjw1U4kBlOI/AAAAAAAABF0/oUTv-GwWzC8/s1600/22years40.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4QzoLmxSTM/Tjw1U4kBlOI/AAAAAAAABF0/oUTv-GwWzC8/s400/22years40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637439466458158306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What "&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;" words describe you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6418669137032867151?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6418669137032867151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6418669137032867151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6418669137032867151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6418669137032867151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/c-is-for.html' title='C is for ________'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o011oxV_pTU/Tjw1fwasUCI/AAAAAAAABF8/mQ16uSOAbXs/s72-c/cinderellla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6072857700170460822</id><published>2011-08-04T23:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:53:54.847-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>B is for _______________</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Continuing on with the &lt;a href="http://chiotsrun.com/"&gt;Alphabet in August&lt;/a&gt;, we're on the letter B. I'd love it if you'd play along- if not on your own blog, then in the comments. Let me know what describes you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Babies &lt;/b&gt;- I love them! I loved being pregnant, I loved nursing, and I wish I could have had many more than four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjvO7BtnzEU/TjtmsQnnVEI/AAAAAAAABFk/ce_SDRyl_4I/s400/baker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637212269145707586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baker - &lt;/b&gt;Baking is fun! From pies, to cakes, to cookies, to scones, I simply enjoy being in the kitchen and coming up with new concoctions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Barefoot&lt;/b&gt; - I very rarely have socks or shoes on, and am most comfortable in my bare feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Belligerent&lt;/b&gt; - I think it runs in my family, and you'd only have to ask my mother to find out this is true about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpSTGwttG0s/Tjtn1C7TSaI/AAAAAAAABFs/r0_rhBmCGbE/s400/berries.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637213519600634274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Berries&lt;/b&gt; - Yum! I eat them each and every day, year round, on my morning yogurt. I enjoy strawberries fresh, and I particularly like frozen blueberries and raspberries. They are refreshing on these hot summer mornings after my long walks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown&lt;/b&gt; - Brown eyes, brown hair (with LOTS of salt sprinkled in), and one of my favorite colors. Brown skin, too, in the summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books &lt;/b&gt;- I adore books, and can't imagine a world without them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bustling&lt;/b&gt; - As I said yesterday, I don't sit still very well. I love bustling about my home, accomplishing things as I go.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your turn. What "B" words describe you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6072857700170460822?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6072857700170460822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6072857700170460822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6072857700170460822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6072857700170460822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/b-is-for.html' title='B is for _______________'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjvO7BtnzEU/TjtmsQnnVEI/AAAAAAAABFk/ce_SDRyl_4I/s72-c/baker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-2489931044487188363</id><published>2011-08-03T22:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T23:08:52.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Alphabet in August - A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Susy over at &lt;a href="http://chiotsrun.com/"&gt;Chiot's Run&lt;/a&gt; is hosting an Alphabet in August group, and I thought it would be fun to join in. Over the next month I'll be sharing a bit about myself, day by day, letter by letter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldZWNr6rTj0/TjoFb6eFenI/AAAAAAAABFU/rFmj9NFc6Ns/s1600/a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldZWNr6rTj0/TjoFb6eFenI/AAAAAAAABFU/rFmj9NFc6Ns/s400/a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636823860717648498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Active &lt;/b&gt;- Though I've only been exercising the past few months, I've always been active. I'm not a good sitter at all. Even if I'm watching a movie, I need something to keep my hands busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abrasive - &lt;/b&gt;I have a feeling that many people find me abrasive, unfortunately. I truly do care about others' feelings, but I am definitely strong-willed and opinionated, and I'm not afraid to state my opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adaptable &lt;/b&gt;-  I adjust to most situations with very little problem. I like to go to new places and meet new people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ambitious &lt;/b&gt;- Sometimes I'm too ambitious! I very often have too many things on my to-do list, and feel disappointed when I can't accomplish all of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-2489931044487188363?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2489931044487188363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=2489931044487188363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2489931044487188363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2489931044487188363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/08/alphabet-in-august.html' title='Alphabet in August - A'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldZWNr6rTj0/TjoFb6eFenI/AAAAAAAABFU/rFmj9NFc6Ns/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-663282657395500269</id><published>2011-07-29T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T01:33:04.500-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preserving'/><title type='text'>Green Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSaO1uS2KuU/TjN-3-d1KTI/AAAAAAAABFM/UsXfWVzmeGg/s1600/beans.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSaO1uS2KuU/TjN-3-d1KTI/AAAAAAAABFM/UsXfWVzmeGg/s400/beans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634987058896644402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQ3CPlD9YD8"&gt;green beans in the garden, and there&lt;i&gt; were&lt;/i&gt; clothes on the line&lt;/a&gt; this afternoon. Guess what I'm doing tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, and the tomatoes are producing overtime, too. So it's green beans and spaghetti/pizza sauce waiting to get into the canner. It's gonna be a long night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-663282657395500269?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/663282657395500269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=663282657395500269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/663282657395500269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/663282657395500269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/green-beans.html' title='Green Beans'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSaO1uS2KuU/TjN-3-d1KTI/AAAAAAAABFM/UsXfWVzmeGg/s72-c/beans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6333895275766775483</id><published>2011-07-28T23:27:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:35:00.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Endless Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgubTUvsoss/TjIow1T7ZcI/AAAAAAAABFE/usk44T5JRoU/s1600/es2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgubTUvsoss/TjIow1T7ZcI/AAAAAAAABFE/usk44T5JRoU/s400/es2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634610903203407298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe that we're only a month into summer. Each morning as I walk I find myself anticipating cooler temperatures, sweaters, and the crisp smell of autumn. Not that I'm wishing the time away, I'm not. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXABgiDciuM/TjIosZo_T4I/AAAAAAAABE8/4C33N6YkM6k/s1600/es1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXABgiDciuM/TjIosZo_T4I/AAAAAAAABE8/4C33N6YkM6k/s400/es1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634610827056074626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite the blazing temperatures, the Endless Summer hydrangea blooms and blooms, and oddly produces several different shades of blossoms on the same plant. I've heard you can make them more blue or pink by changing the acidity of the soil, but I'm happy to enjoy both colors on one bush!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6333895275766775483?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6333895275766775483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6333895275766775483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6333895275766775483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6333895275766775483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/endless-summer.html' title='Endless Summer'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgubTUvsoss/TjIow1T7ZcI/AAAAAAAABFE/usk44T5JRoU/s72-c/es2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-2695018463252292332</id><published>2011-07-27T11:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T12:00:17.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hospitality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking'/><title type='text'>Time for Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FImH6yMig8Y/TjAxzoIRd0I/AAAAAAAABE0/UJfcrAoAAO0/s1600/emily.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FImH6yMig8Y/TjAxzoIRd0I/AAAAAAAABE0/UJfcrAoAAO0/s400/emily.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634057896855697218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not always the best wife, or mother, or friend. In fact, more often than not, I stink at those things. Oh, I have plenty of good intentions, it's just that the best of plans get waylaid.  I get so busy doing the things that I &lt;i&gt;perceive&lt;/i&gt; to be important that I forget to enjoy the "right now" of the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer means gardening, and gardening means preserving for the year to come. While this is a noble and important task, it becomes a problem when I have to stop entertaining, refuse to go swimming with my family, or even play a short game. All work and no play not only makes life very dull, but it makes for a crabby person, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying. I'm trying to make time, even during the busyness of summer to spend on fun things. Things that are equally as important as the canning. Early last week I invited friends over for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;s'more&lt;/span&gt; party on Friday night. I truly was too busy to serve dinner, and actually had a batch of spaghetti sauce in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;canner&lt;/span&gt; when our guests arrived. They were gracious to ignore the fact that I had to stand by the stove for a bit, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt; really seemed to be a perfect fit for a late evening get together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71LnIFS0WCg/TjAxvYF1M2I/AAAAAAAABEs/-moWhAvjq5k/s1600/autumn%2Band%2BSophie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71LnIFS0WCg/TjAxvYF1M2I/AAAAAAAABEs/-moWhAvjq5k/s400/autumn%2Band%2BSophie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634057823831012194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Autumn and Sophie sitting by the fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crQYUIHulGY/TjAxmUHR_6I/AAAAAAAABEk/vUoRFzwRISY/s1600/_mac.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crQYUIHulGY/TjAxmUHR_6I/AAAAAAAABEk/vUoRFzwRISY/s400/_mac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634057668144529314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac did his best to represent the non-continental United States in his hula girl shorts and University of Alaska t-shirt while enjoying his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;s'more&lt;/span&gt;. By the way, have you ever tried making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt; with Reese's peanut butter cups rather than a chocolate bar? YUM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday involved canning from early morning until 3 AM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon arriving at church on Sunday, we met a young man from North Carolina who was in our area for a Latin class. My mind started racing. &lt;i&gt;We really should have him over for lunch. He's far from home, and would appreciate a home-cooked meal.&lt;/i&gt; And then my thoughts turned toward the canning jars covering the kitchen, the sewing machine on the dining room table, and my unmade bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was invited, despite the condition of my home. And just as our guests had been gracious to me Friday night, Michael was just as gracious Sunday afternoon. He jumped right in and helped to chop vegetables for the grilled pizza, and closed his eyes to the mess around him, even commenting how happy he was to see the canning jars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is it that guests can bless me when I'm supposed to be blessing them? It's a beautiful thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-2695018463252292332?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2695018463252292332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=2695018463252292332' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2695018463252292332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2695018463252292332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-for-memories.html' title='Time for Memories'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FImH6yMig8Y/TjAxzoIRd0I/AAAAAAAABE0/UJfcrAoAAO0/s72-c/emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6045005849907384516</id><published>2011-07-25T19:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T19:08:44.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preserving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>She's Growing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uH2noSvFabs/Ti32lfMYDAI/AAAAAAAABEU/NBuso_WR80I/s1600/spaghetti%2Bsauce.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uH2noSvFabs/Ti32lfMYDAI/AAAAAAAABEU/NBuso_WR80I/s400/spaghetti%2Bsauce.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633429832799357954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The list on my sidebar of things I've preserved is getting larger by the day. Canning kept me in the kitchen the entire weekend. I managed to preserve spaghetti sauce, more beets, peaches, and jam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9vyY07X5rfo/Ti32dHG6muI/AAAAAAAABEM/Ueadnm9gqJs/s1600/Lucy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9vyY07X5rfo/Ti32dHG6muI/AAAAAAAABEM/Ueadnm9gqJs/s400/Lucy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633429688895052514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lucy is growing, too! When we brought her home she was 6.8 pounds, and is 13 pounds now. She's an absolute delight, and so smart! She comes when called, and is already proficient at "sit". "Down" is coming along very nicely, and I couldn't be more pleased!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6045005849907384516?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6045005849907384516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6045005849907384516' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6045005849907384516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6045005849907384516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/shes-growing.html' title='She&apos;s Growing!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uH2noSvFabs/Ti32lfMYDAI/AAAAAAAABEU/NBuso_WR80I/s72-c/spaghetti%2Bsauce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-9091314416850791338</id><published>2011-07-21T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:19:19.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9JxDJLSTRy8/TijeDqFnUTI/AAAAAAAABD8/LzzqKYZZt1w/s1600/us.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9JxDJLSTRy8/TijeDqFnUTI/AAAAAAAABD8/LzzqKYZZt1w/s400/us.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631995488445616434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love him!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-9091314416850791338?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/9091314416850791338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=9091314416850791338' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/9091314416850791338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/9091314416850791338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/us.html' title='Us'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9JxDJLSTRy8/TijeDqFnUTI/AAAAAAAABD8/LzzqKYZZt1w/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-9085762324126198396</id><published>2011-07-20T22:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:13:41.747-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preserving'/><title type='text'>Tomatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3dufHPJ9doQ/TieKI4-dmoI/AAAAAAAABD0/FiZg_YUfk7Q/s1600/tomatoes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3dufHPJ9doQ/TieKI4-dmoI/AAAAAAAABD0/FiZg_YUfk7Q/s400/tomatoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631621744388053634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gardens were exploding with ripe, red tomatoes this evening, and even after throwing a fair share to the chickens because of large bad spots, I still brought 40 pounds into the house and began a pot of boiling water to blanch the skins off of them. Autumn peeled them after they were in the ice bath, and I cut them and sent them through the food mill. We now have a roaster full of sauce in the oven, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crock pot&lt;/span&gt; full on the counter. Tomorrow I hope to add spices, onion and garlic, and turn it into spaghetti sauce to be canned for the winter. Convenience food sometimes takes a little more time and thought than running to the grocery store and grabbing a jar from the shelf, but it's worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-9085762324126198396?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/9085762324126198396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=9085762324126198396' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/9085762324126198396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/9085762324126198396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/tomatoes.html' title='Tomatoes'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3dufHPJ9doQ/TieKI4-dmoI/AAAAAAAABD0/FiZg_YUfk7Q/s72-c/tomatoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-4938836565620310417</id><published>2011-07-19T22:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:49:16.591-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Summer Storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4fZqHukD2o/TiZBxedQl0I/AAAAAAAABDs/9zFRe7Hy_xE/s1600/storms2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4fZqHukD2o/TiZBxedQl0I/AAAAAAAABDs/9zFRe7Hy_xE/s400/storms2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631260702318565186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhLFDx-v2Gs/TiZBrsaCl0I/AAAAAAAABDk/E__8LJAOAd0/s1600/storm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhLFDx-v2Gs/TiZBrsaCl0I/AAAAAAAABDk/E__8LJAOAd0/s400/storm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631260602983946050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Collin spent the majority of the evening on the porch trying to capture the lightening with his camera, and came away fairly happy with the results. I'm happy that the garden got a bit of a drink, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-4938836565620310417?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/4938836565620310417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=4938836565620310417' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4938836565620310417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4938836565620310417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-storms.html' title='Summer Storms'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4fZqHukD2o/TiZBxedQl0I/AAAAAAAABDs/9zFRe7Hy_xE/s72-c/storms2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-2344042556363734632</id><published>2011-07-18T11:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:59:33.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Easy Chocolate Waffle Sundaes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hbgv4PlKMfk/TiRWmPB1VWI/AAAAAAAABDc/9cSlA0C_A0I/s1600/waffle%2Bsundae.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hbgv4PlKMfk/TiRWmPB1VWI/AAAAAAAABDc/9cSlA0C_A0I/s400/waffle%2Bsundae.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630720648989201762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After seeing this idea on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;, I knew I had to try it. Yesterday we had a light meal of rice and roasted vegetables, and then I pulled out the waffle iron. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used a Duncan Hines Devil's Food cake mix, and prepared it according to the box. Simply ladle the batter into your waffle iron, and let cook. Cool waffles on rack, and when you have enough to serve your crowd, top with your favorite ice cream and fruit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sundaes on Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-2344042556363734632?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2344042556363734632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=2344042556363734632' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2344042556363734632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2344042556363734632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/easy-chocolate-waffle-sundaes.html' title='Easy Chocolate Waffle Sundaes'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hbgv4PlKMfk/TiRWmPB1VWI/AAAAAAAABDc/9cSlA0C_A0I/s72-c/waffle%2Bsundae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6813223594075675406</id><published>2011-07-15T22:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T22:57:15.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking'/><title type='text'>A New Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHYBcZvgusE/TiD9MyvRqFI/AAAAAAAABDU/6ZL5mnvJWSo/s1600/habit.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHYBcZvgusE/TiD9MyvRqFI/AAAAAAAABDU/6ZL5mnvJWSo/s400/habit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629777930433439826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are varying opinions about how long it takes to form a new habit: 21 days, a month, 6 weeks, 8 weeks? I think it all depends on your personality. In any case, I think I've&lt;i&gt; finally&lt;/i&gt;, after years and years of "thinking about it", developed the habit of exercising daily. I've walked 112.4 miles so far in July, and I can't see myself stopping anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6813223594075675406?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6813223594075675406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6813223594075675406' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6813223594075675406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6813223594075675406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-habit.html' title='A New Habit'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHYBcZvgusE/TiD9MyvRqFI/AAAAAAAABDU/6ZL5mnvJWSo/s72-c/habit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8158525478569149311</id><published>2011-07-14T14:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:15:27.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>The Letter T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeYd_PYnmbc/Th8wpBRz0xI/AAAAAAAABDM/gaNELqzlcZw/s1600/T.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeYd_PYnmbc/Th8wpBRz0xI/AAAAAAAABDM/gaNELqzlcZw/s400/T.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629271540512314130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's lunch is brought to you by the letter&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garden fresh &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;omatoes&lt;/span&gt; (the first of the season, and OH! were they GOOD!), and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;una&lt;/span&gt; salad on &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oast&lt;/span&gt;. It was only fitting that I finished the meal with a dark chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lindt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ruffle, don't you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The letter &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8158525478569149311?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8158525478569149311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8158525478569149311' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8158525478569149311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8158525478569149311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/letter-t.html' title='The Letter T'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeYd_PYnmbc/Th8wpBRz0xI/AAAAAAAABDM/gaNELqzlcZw/s72-c/T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-7780146586774631198</id><published>2011-07-12T23:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T15:15:58.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Stargazer Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://10DED2B9-B5CE-4C7E-97E5-12CDABD6872C/image.tiff" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I love the spicy smell of these beauties just as much as I like to look at them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-7780146586774631198?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7780146586774631198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=7780146586774631198' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7780146586774631198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7780146586774631198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/stargazer-lily.html' title='Stargazer Lily'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-3816521771384080041</id><published>2011-07-11T18:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:01:13.749-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preserving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Ruby Red Beets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVMtSIjLIu4/Tht_RM9-FEI/AAAAAAAABDE/bTZOuG902y8/s1600/beets%2Bon%2Bsalad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVMtSIjLIu4/Tht_RM9-FEI/AAAAAAAABDE/bTZOuG902y8/s400/beets%2Bon%2Bsalad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628232092845216834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The majority of my weekend revolved around beets. Ah...the exciting life I lead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though, last year, our beets did horribly, and I was only able to can 7 pints. Seven pints for 6 people for a year? Um...I almost wondered why I bothered. Not this year! This year our crop did much better, and we've already got 19 quarts preserved. We still have the other half of the crop to harvest, and Verne is going to try planting more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beets take a long time to can. There's all of the trimming, and the cooking, and the slipping off of skins, and the slicing, and &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; comes the pressure cooking. As much as I love my smooth-top stove, it seems to take forever to can on it. Does anyone else have that problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit to eating several bowls full of these ruby red orbs during the preserving process, and tonight they topped my salad for dinner. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beets! Do you like them or hate them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-3816521771384080041?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/3816521771384080041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=3816521771384080041' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3816521771384080041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3816521771384080041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/ruby-red-beets.html' title='Ruby Red Beets'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVMtSIjLIu4/Tht_RM9-FEI/AAAAAAAABDE/bTZOuG902y8/s72-c/beets%2Bon%2Bsalad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-4443526767291503327</id><published>2011-07-08T21:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T21:26:07.394-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Machine Quilting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQGZbv0z0oQ/ThetFzur3jI/AAAAAAAABC8/19Dz-jlopzo/s1600/machine%2Bquilting.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQGZbv0z0oQ/ThetFzur3jI/AAAAAAAABC8/19Dz-jlopzo/s400/machine%2Bquilting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627156574719696434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a class from &lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyquilting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mary Lou&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks back to learn how to machine quilt, and I finally got brave enough to give it a try. It isn't perfect, and takes much longer than you'd think, but I'm so excited to be doing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-4443526767291503327?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/4443526767291503327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=4443526767291503327' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4443526767291503327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4443526767291503327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/machine-quilting.html' title='Machine Quilting'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQGZbv0z0oQ/ThetFzur3jI/AAAAAAAABC8/19Dz-jlopzo/s72-c/machine%2Bquilting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-3019731530159590415</id><published>2011-07-07T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T00:31:33.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Sunflowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnoYVUv41gc/ThaHFYg2pwI/AAAAAAAABC0/vBFhRw7MVFQ/s1600/_DSC0046.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnoYVUv41gc/ThaHFYg2pwI/AAAAAAAABC0/vBFhRw7MVFQ/s400/_DSC0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626833310995359490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have several volunteer sunflowers that have come up in the front flower beds after some heads that were drying blew off the porch last fall. They look a bit out of place, but I can't bear to take them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8zAXkH9h3c/ThaGz_N7IUI/AAAAAAAABCs/WzvnXMfjVn8/s1600/_DSC0040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8zAXkH9h3c/ThaGz_N7IUI/AAAAAAAABCs/WzvnXMfjVn8/s400/_DSC0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626833012147298626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a few dime packs of assorted sunflowers to plant along the chicken fence. We placed the tallest growers in the back, and the shortest toward the front. Soon, we'll have a fence all in bloom. ( And tomatoes on the side!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qhIgAfc7kHo/ThaGei-FGbI/AAAAAAAABCk/7wNhKhSN9Zo/s1600/_DSC0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qhIgAfc7kHo/ThaGei-FGbI/AAAAAAAABCk/7wNhKhSN9Zo/s400/_DSC0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626832643787397554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of these beauties has already opened, and I love the color of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-3019731530159590415?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/3019731530159590415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=3019731530159590415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3019731530159590415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3019731530159590415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunflowers.html' title='Sunflowers'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnoYVUv41gc/ThaHFYg2pwI/AAAAAAAABC0/vBFhRw7MVFQ/s72-c/_DSC0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-7879211339750220794</id><published>2011-07-06T23:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:50:21.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>The Lord Giveth and the Lord Taketh Away</title><content type='html'>It's been such a long few days, and I'm thoroughly exhausted. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that bringing a puppy into the house would create disorder for a bit, but I prepared myself for that. There's housebreaking, and constant supervision, training, and socializing to be done.  It's a season, and a relatively short one, at that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday, Verne and I traveled 6 hours away to get our puppy. We spent the night, and returned home Saturday evening. The puppy was re-introduced to the older dogs (they all came from the same breeder), and everything seemed fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, Violet (the lab) nearly drove me insane. She paced all day long, and cried, and clawed at the walls in the living room, and hid under beds and dug at the carpet. I had no clue why she was so upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday morning, during our walk, I noticed that Violet was dripping a slimy green substance from her back end. When we got home and I was washing her off, I was puzzled to see the discharge was coming from her vulva, and not her rectum. Oh no! I feared she had a very bad urinary tract infection. We called the vet, but they weren't seeing anyone because it was a holiday. Later in the evening I contacted our breeder to determine if Violet was prone to infections, and was assured that no, she had never had one before. As I was describing her behavior the previous day, and the discharge she was experiencing, a light bulb went off with the breeder. You see, they had tried to breed Violet several times and it never took. They tried one last time at the end of April, assumed it hadn't taken again, and gave her to us when I inquired after a dog that would be good with children and an excellent walking companion for me. Only, this time the breeding &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verne quickly built a whelping box, and I set up camp beside Violet in the laundry room. I hardly slept as she paced the floor, was in and out of the box, and tried to climb on top of me where I lay on my cot. Tuesday morning, my friend Darlene stopped by to check on Violet's progress and suggested we take her to the vet as it didn't appear that labor was progressing as it should, and the green discharge was a bad sign that the placenta(s) had already broken down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The vet administered two slow doses of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oxytocin&lt;/span&gt; to Violet, hoping to enhance her labor, but the puppy never moved. At last, he performed a c-section on Violet, and then we had her spayed at the same time. The puppy had already been dead. She had to spend the night, and didn't come home until this evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Violet. A new home, labor, a c-section and hysterectomy, and a dead puppy. She shook tremendously when we brought her home, and is carrying a stuffed dog around like it's her own pup. No fetch and no walks for 10 days. Ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-7879211339750220794?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7879211339750220794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=7879211339750220794' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7879211339750220794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7879211339750220794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/lord-giveth-and-lord-taketh-away.html' title='The Lord Giveth and the Lord Taketh Away'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-7601926483143370942</id><published>2011-07-03T17:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:45:45.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSGOs-GJd2Q/ThDZxByxz2I/AAAAAAAABCU/-BXybNbiuoY/s1600/Lucy%2Bin%2Bthe%2BSky.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSGOs-GJd2Q/ThDZxByxz2I/AAAAAAAABCU/-BXybNbiuoY/s400/Lucy%2Bin%2Bthe%2BSky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625235370903981922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet Lucy! She got to come home on Saturday and we are all definitely smitten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-7601926483143370942?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7601926483143370942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=7601926483143370942' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7601926483143370942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7601926483143370942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/07/lucy.html' title='Lucy'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSGOs-GJd2Q/ThDZxByxz2I/AAAAAAAABCU/-BXybNbiuoY/s72-c/Lucy%2Bin%2Bthe%2BSky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6253803312232616345</id><published>2011-06-30T20:27:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:06:44.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking'/><title type='text'>A Shadow of My Former Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QROLeqrqDzk/Tg0WBZdpEaI/AAAAAAAABCE/YI3FLZK5sw0/s1600/violetshadow.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QROLeqrqDzk/Tg0WBZdpEaI/AAAAAAAABCE/YI3FLZK5sw0/s400/violetshadow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624175722926510498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote about the &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/lovers-challenge-and-scenes-from-my.html"&gt;Lover's Challenge&lt;/a&gt; back on June 9th, and had logged 41 miles for the month that day. I'm so excited that we've reached the end of our challenge today, not because I couldn't wait for it to be over, but because I surprised myself at just how far I've come in such a short time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p3c9cyZHN6A/Tg0V28gsd7I/AAAAAAAABB8/FvryMlVmBps/s1600/shadow3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p3c9cyZHN6A/Tg0V28gsd7I/AAAAAAAABB8/FvryMlVmBps/s400/shadow3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624175543355996082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each morning, like clockwork, I roll out of bed, weigh myself, grab Violet and hit the road&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; walking. I'm a shadow of my former exercise-hating self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made it a goal to go a little every day. The least amount I walked was half a mile, and the farthest I walked was 11.1 miles. After walking about ten days, I thought it would be great if I could walk 150 miles for the month, averaging 5 miles a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzvOd_7lXh4/Tg0Vv1YGjVI/AAAAAAAABB0/09hjV2MZfSQ/s1600/shadow2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzvOd_7lXh4/Tg0Vv1YGjVI/AAAAAAAABB0/09hjV2MZfSQ/s400/shadow2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624175421181824338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I exceeded my goal, and finished the month with a total of 203.5 miles! That's an average of 6.78 miles a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OkDPNwFzuQY/Tg0Vo7sjUdI/AAAAAAAABBs/9B20sp8UYvo/s1600/shadow.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OkDPNwFzuQY/Tg0Vo7sjUdI/AAAAAAAABBs/9B20sp8UYvo/s400/shadow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624175302619124178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not too bad! Did I win, you ask? Why, yes! I did! But Verne did exceptionally well, too, especially given the fact that he's still recovering from an accident and surgery. He logged 165.9 miles for the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to decide where I want to go for my victory trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6253803312232616345?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6253803312232616345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6253803312232616345' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6253803312232616345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6253803312232616345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/shadow-of-my-former-self.html' title='A Shadow of My Former Self'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QROLeqrqDzk/Tg0WBZdpEaI/AAAAAAAABCE/YI3FLZK5sw0/s72-c/violetshadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8703572071035797887</id><published>2011-06-29T20:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T20:17:08.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Stella de Oro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BL9Ao034XFk/TgvATnQI2cI/AAAAAAAABBE/S_fLexLKCYc/s1600/border.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BL9Ao034XFk/TgvATnQI2cI/AAAAAAAABBE/S_fLexLKCYc/s400/border.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623800002888915394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever seen a cheerier border? These lilies are a bit of sunshine even on gray days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8703572071035797887?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8703572071035797887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8703572071035797887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8703572071035797887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8703572071035797887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/stella-de-oro.html' title='Stella de Oro'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BL9Ao034XFk/TgvATnQI2cI/AAAAAAAABBE/S_fLexLKCYc/s72-c/border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8604607025543868487</id><published>2011-06-28T20:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:38:02.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Unexpected Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRWt3ApzoB0/Tgpz0k9VygI/AAAAAAAABA0/juCpksefWak/s1600/web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRWt3ApzoB0/Tgpz0k9VygI/AAAAAAAABA0/juCpksefWak/s400/web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623434431836834306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8604607025543868487?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8604607025543868487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8604607025543868487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8604607025543868487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8604607025543868487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/unexpected-beauty.html' title='Unexpected Beauty'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRWt3ApzoB0/Tgpz0k9VygI/AAAAAAAABA0/juCpksefWak/s72-c/web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-7439216441428371280</id><published>2011-06-24T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T08:38:00.767-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>The Week the Stars Stood Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5uwjOOPBLE/TgW-zvA3yCI/AAAAAAAABAs/w0J5geTmvLM/s1600/cheddar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5uwjOOPBLE/TgW-zvA3yCI/AAAAAAAABAs/w0J5geTmvLM/s400/cheddar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622109505844660258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chester has been just a bit out of sorts since Violet and Sophie came to live with us, but thankfully he's not holding a grudge. In fact, he can't seem to get close enough to me, and has taken to laying directly behind my sewing machine while I'm working. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but that pincushion doesn't really look like it's very comfortable. He didn't seem to mind a bit!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RlQJK9MMyW8/TgW-r46_WeI/AAAAAAAABAk/zECpkTJvRMs/s1600/project.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RlQJK9MMyW8/TgW-r46_WeI/AAAAAAAABAk/zECpkTJvRMs/s400/project.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622109371065391586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although &lt;a href="http://crabapplepond.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bonnie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mrsrabe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deanna&lt;/a&gt; have sent me some fabric, and I'm itching to work it up, the &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-my-my-o-my-stars.html"&gt;stars&lt;/a&gt; have come to a screeching halt while I've worked on the machine this past week. Soon enough, I'll be back to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-7439216441428371280?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7439216441428371280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=7439216441428371280' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7439216441428371280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7439216441428371280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-stars-stood-still.html' title='The Week the Stars Stood Still'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5uwjOOPBLE/TgW-zvA3yCI/AAAAAAAABAs/w0J5geTmvLM/s72-c/cheddar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-3615740385809687879</id><published>2011-06-23T21:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:38:47.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Snow Queen Oakleaf Hydrangea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEo8LJyZSLs/TgPqhZAs_KI/AAAAAAAABAc/AjEuM10XX9g/s1600/Snow%2BQueen%2Boakleaf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEo8LJyZSLs/TgPqhZAs_KI/AAAAAAAABAc/AjEuM10XX9g/s400/Snow%2BQueen%2Boakleaf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621594619258928290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-3615740385809687879?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/3615740385809687879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=3615740385809687879' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3615740385809687879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3615740385809687879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/snow-queen-oakleaf-hydrangea.html' title='Snow Queen Oakleaf Hydrangea'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEo8LJyZSLs/TgPqhZAs_KI/AAAAAAAABAc/AjEuM10XX9g/s72-c/Snow%2BQueen%2Boakleaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-635167539640282660</id><published>2011-06-22T16:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:56:46.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>The Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://CCB3F372-D95D-4099-9111-EF537B6BC8CB/the%20help%20book%20cover.jpeg" alt="the help book cover.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Have you read it yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's still time before&lt;a href="http://thehelpmovie.com/#/splash"&gt; the movie&lt;/a&gt; comes out this August!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-635167539640282660?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/635167539640282660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=635167539640282660' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/635167539640282660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/635167539640282660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/help.html' title='The Help'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-4066451686696497913</id><published>2011-06-20T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T07:40:10.983-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>The Love of a Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been in mourning since losing &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/04/daisy.html"&gt;Daisy&lt;/a&gt; several months ago, and it didn't take me long to start researching breeds of dogs. I dearly love poodles, but became intrigued with mixes of them and labrador retrievers and golden retrievers. Labradoodles and Goldendoodles seem to be a good fit for our family, and are expected to have less health problems than a poodle alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After deciding on a breed (Goldendoodle), I started searching for reputable breeders, and asked to be placed on a waiting list for a puppy. Though it will be a few more weeks before I can bring her home, I got to hold my new baby yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVjMBJIHlEw/Tf_oqy_BZAI/AAAAAAAAA_w/_HgH6PArx5M/s1600/puppy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVjMBJIHlEw/Tf_oqy_BZAI/AAAAAAAAA_w/_HgH6PArx5M/s640/puppy.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she adorable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Autumn has also been lonely since having to return &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-difference-day-makes.html"&gt;Gallagher&lt;/a&gt; to the Pilot Dog program in December, and really wanted a dog of her own. Because she works all day, we thought it best that she didn't get a puppy. She contacted the same breeder, and inquired about grown dogs that have been retired from their breeding program. They had just the girl for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5cnH98PR-Y/Tf_o0YFJVHI/AAAAAAAAA_0/0b39UujpI9I/s1600/Sophie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5cnH98PR-Y/Tf_o0YFJVHI/AAAAAAAAA_0/0b39UujpI9I/s640/Sophie.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Sophie! Sophie is six, and is a Standard Poodle. She's as sweet as can be, a little shy, but very loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/lovers-challenge-and-scenes-from-my.html"&gt;written a bit about the walking that I've been doing&lt;/a&gt;, and my mileage has increased even more. Verne and I started thinking that it would be a good idea for me to have a walking companion, and inquired about a good match for my walks, but also a wonderful children's dog as I really wanted her to bond with Abigail and Collin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GFbK2ZWBIj0/Tf_o8iwrYtI/AAAAAAAAA_4/s36YGJS6ic4/s1600/violet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GFbK2ZWBIj0/Tf_o8iwrYtI/AAAAAAAAA_4/s36YGJS6ic4/s640/violet.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They suggested Violet, a four year old chocolate labrador retriever who loves long walks, and was trained by a 14 year old boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nhd1LLJO9Q/Tf_pEYV6wGI/AAAAAAAAA_8/dRnT4UP3DdY/s1600/after+the+walk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nhd1LLJO9Q/Tf_pEYV6wGI/AAAAAAAAA_8/dRnT4UP3DdY/s640/after+the+walk.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie and Violet made their way into our hearts and our home yesterday afternoon, and we're anxious to bring our puppy home soon as well. Crazy? Maybe. but there's nothing like the love of a dog, and we have plenty of people to love them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any name suggestions for the new puppy? She's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-4066451686696497913?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/4066451686696497913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=4066451686696497913' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4066451686696497913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4066451686696497913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-of-dog.html' title='The Love of a Dog'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVjMBJIHlEw/Tf_oqy_BZAI/AAAAAAAAA_w/_HgH6PArx5M/s72-c/puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-2395562103460400348</id><published>2011-06-16T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T23:16:52.664-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Meeting Becky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P4TyAhNfH0M/Tfq9wxU_BCI/AAAAAAAAA_g/sbSEDzUOMKw/s1600/keeney1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P4TyAhNfH0M/Tfq9wxU_BCI/AAAAAAAAA_g/sbSEDzUOMKw/s640/keeney1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Warren (who didn't want to get into the photos, but was very kind!), and Chelsea, and Mikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging makes a big world seem much smaller, and I'm so very thankful that I've been able to meet some dear blogging friends in person. I'm also thankful that the friends I've met are exactly as they present themselves on their blogs. Meeting &lt;a href="http://hospitalitylane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt; was no exception!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading Becky's blog for at least several years now, and when &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2010/10/glimpse-of-heaven.html"&gt;Deanna&lt;/a&gt; came to visit us in October and I heard even more about her from Deanna, I really wanted to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Providentially, Becky's family planned a trip this way for a family vacation-minus Jonathan. That was it- we had to meet! We met for lunch at Olive Garden, and had a wonderful, long chat until they had to go to get Chelsea and Mikey to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HzisdPyN9Lo/Tfq92qDkopI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ahCQ_fNRjS0/s1600/keeney2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HzisdPyN9Lo/Tfq92qDkopI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ahCQ_fNRjS0/s640/keeney2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Becky and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm hoping that someday, in the not too distant future, my family can travel to Lancaster County and visit with these dear, sweet friends once again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-2395562103460400348?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2395562103460400348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=2395562103460400348' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2395562103460400348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2395562103460400348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/meeting-becky.html' title='Meeting Becky'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P4TyAhNfH0M/Tfq9wxU_BCI/AAAAAAAAA_g/sbSEDzUOMKw/s72-c/keeney1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-7172036865342599200</id><published>2011-06-15T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:48:28.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Garden Daydreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qG6Zre6jiCI/TflRiIaNnJI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/cksRJsK0gQY/s1600/dreaming+of+toms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qG6Zre6jiCI/TflRiIaNnJI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/cksRJsK0gQY/s640/dreaming+of+toms.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collin caught me dreaming in the middle of the raised beds. Dreaming? Yes, dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awdTuWQRjMw/TflR621S4XI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/1E1ezoP2GiM/s1600/dreaming+of+toms2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awdTuWQRjMw/TflR621S4XI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/1E1ezoP2GiM/s640/dreaming+of+toms2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dreaming of warm, sun-ripened tomatoes, cut into slices, and sprinkled with salt and pepper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlBfZ2OIuG0/TflSDK3aAII/AAAAAAAAA_c/SidLUnnH5NU/s1600/roma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlBfZ2OIuG0/TflSDK3aAII/AAAAAAAAA_c/SidLUnnH5NU/s640/roma.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the looks of things it won't be too much longer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-7172036865342599200?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7172036865342599200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=7172036865342599200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7172036865342599200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7172036865342599200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/garden-daydreams.html' title='Garden Daydreams'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qG6Zre6jiCI/TflRiIaNnJI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/cksRJsK0gQY/s72-c/dreaming+of+toms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-2173804624536667881</id><published>2011-06-14T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:29:03.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preserving'/><title type='text'>Blueberries!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVgpPVdCeAI/TffQy_GCKjI/AAAAAAAAA_A/TmymfANQXlU/s1600/blueberries1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVgpPVdCeAI/TffQy_GCKjI/AAAAAAAAA_A/TmymfANQXlU/s640/blueberries1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail and I took advantage of the cooler temperatures, and went to pick organic blueberries after dropping Collin off at work at 11 AM. I figured we'd be home by 1 PM, because really, how long can it take to pick a few gallons of blueberries, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-63wkCf-wdNA/TffQ6H5bJLI/AAAAAAAAA_E/JNV1lc26ot4/s1600/blueberries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-63wkCf-wdNA/TffQ6H5bJLI/AAAAAAAAA_E/JNV1lc26ot4/s640/blueberries.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... it can take much longer than you think! I started munching on berries around 1, but I had to convince Abigail that it was okay. I think she was afraid we were stealing.&amp;nbsp;We finally finished around 2:30, and would have gotten more, but the three gallons we picked pretty much wiped them out for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GEhIK2OuSu4/TffRDHGflWI/AAAAAAAAA_I/yI3jzJd5fjI/s1600/dqabigail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GEhIK2OuSu4/TffRDHGflWI/AAAAAAAAA_I/yI3jzJd5fjI/s640/dqabigail.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was starving. Abigail was starving, so what were we to do? Ice cream of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FtuKT1ldkfg/TffRMYutxxI/AAAAAAAAA_M/-M6Cx_qugDw/s1600/dqmama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FtuKT1ldkfg/TffRMYutxxI/AAAAAAAAA_M/-M6Cx_qugDw/s640/dqmama.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And boy, was it ever good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-2173804624536667881?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2173804624536667881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=2173804624536667881' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2173804624536667881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2173804624536667881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/blueberries.html' title='Blueberries!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVgpPVdCeAI/TffQy_GCKjI/AAAAAAAAA_A/TmymfANQXlU/s72-c/blueberries1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-3422529719252896396</id><published>2011-06-11T14:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:55:10.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Flip Flop Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjd163dLpTs/TfO3j6-bgAI/AAAAAAAAA-0/3YgjUeEcd8k/s1600/cake1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjd163dLpTs/TfO3j6-bgAI/AAAAAAAAA-0/3YgjUeEcd8k/s640/cake1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Occasionally I'm hired to bake pies, or bread, or scones. And cakes. Most grocery-store varieties just don't cut it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VslyQEDMJIc/TfO3qk9We0I/AAAAAAAAA-4/R6NfTOr__vY/s1600/cake2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VslyQEDMJIc/TfO3qk9We0I/AAAAAAAAA-4/R6NfTOr__vY/s640/cake2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love when I'm given free rein over a project, too; it seems to be when I do my best work. The only instructions I was given for this cake were the names, and "maybe something poolside, or beach-y. You know, summery!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZW7M61GCjdY/TfO3ylKR9aI/AAAAAAAAA-8/166HfpB-9OU/s1600/Cake4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZW7M61GCjdY/TfO3ylKR9aI/AAAAAAAAA-8/166HfpB-9OU/s640/Cake4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When Lori arrived this morning to pick her cake up she looked bruised and beaten. She fell down the deck steps yesterday and really injured herself. Because she was wearing flip flops, and her husband had just hosed the deck off, down she went. And then I showed her the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FLIP FLOPS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She was half-afraid of the heckling she was going to take when she carried this baby into the party, and who can blame her? I say those who tease get no cake!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-3422529719252896396?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/3422529719252896396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=3422529719252896396' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3422529719252896396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3422529719252896396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/flip-flop-cake.html' title='Flip Flop Cake'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjd163dLpTs/TfO3j6-bgAI/AAAAAAAAA-0/3YgjUeEcd8k/s72-c/cake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-4434343866775395187</id><published>2011-06-10T22:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:04:08.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chickens'/><title type='text'>Big Egg, Little Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugeJwh4TZnU/TfLPN2aQCdI/AAAAAAAAA-s/JNh76QtIE5U/s1600/eggs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugeJwh4TZnU/TfLPN2aQCdI/AAAAAAAAA-s/JNh76QtIE5U/s640/eggs.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like the start of a Dr. Suess book, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chickens are such amusing little creatures, and I never would have thought that we'd enjoy them as much as we do. Call us crazy, but we keep a log of sorts on the kitchen counter next to a postage scale that is extremely accurate. We weigh each egg as it is brought into the house, and record the weight as well as which variety of chicken laid it. This way we know whom is laying, and whom isn't. Also, I record each time I buy a new bag of food, and then divide the cost of the food by the number of eggs collected from that bag. This tells me exactly what a dozen of eggs is costing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, even when our chickens first started laying, their smallest eggs were at least 1.4 ounces, and they've been as large as 3.6 ounces. On average, they weigh about 2.2 ounces each. When Abigail brought this little egg in the other day, my first thought was, "The babies are too young to be laying yet." I inquired as to where she had found it, and she said that it had been in a nesting box. The weight of the egg? .25 ounces. It was tiny! We were dying to crack it open to see the little yolk, but alas, it had none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an &lt;a href="http://www.poultryhelp.com/oddeggs.html"&gt;interesting site&lt;/a&gt; in case you're interested in other odd eggs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-4434343866775395187?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/4434343866775395187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=4434343866775395187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4434343866775395187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4434343866775395187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/big-egg-little-egg.html' title='Big Egg, Little Egg'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugeJwh4TZnU/TfLPN2aQCdI/AAAAAAAAA-s/JNh76QtIE5U/s72-c/eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8578311402855238227</id><published>2011-06-09T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:53:07.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>A Lover's Challenge, and Scenes from my Morning Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZXJYu3fv4A/TfFAtOIi3dI/AAAAAAAAA-o/duuYn1Q_6n4/s1600/walk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZXJYu3fv4A/TfFAtOIi3dI/AAAAAAAAA-o/duuYn1Q_6n4/s640/walk.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/01/several-years-ago-my-cousin-came-to.html"&gt;watching what I eat in January&lt;/a&gt;, but didn't add in exercise until March, and don't laugh but I bought a Wii Fit Plus. The weather was horrible, and we already had the gaming system, so I thought, "It's better than nothing!" Since March 19th, I have faithfully exercised nearly every day. To tell the truth, I've always hated to exercise. Now, don't get me wrong here. I'm a very hard worker, and don't shy away from tasks that most men dread taking on, but exercising &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; to exercise always seemed bizarre to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was then and this is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found that it is true that exercising does indeed make me feel better, elevates my mood, and gives me more energy. In May, the rain stopped pouring from the sky and I decided to get myself outside on nice mornings for fresh air. &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/walk-in-rain.html"&gt;I walked the 5k&lt;/a&gt;, and decided that 3 miles was a pretty nice distance to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was getting into the groove of exercising, Verne had surgery to correct an injury that he sustained from &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-life.html"&gt;his accident&lt;/a&gt; back in November. By doctor's orders he was forbidden to run in case he would fall and re-injure himself. A lifelong runner, this upset him terribly. I was experiencing the endorphins that come from exercise, and he was miserable because he wasn't allowed to participate. He was running 7 miles nearly every day before his accident, and having to sit still felt like torture to him.&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago Verne was cleared to run again, and has been at it most every day since then. I'm noticing a huge difference in his outlook, and it's definitely for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's back up a minute, and go &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; back to our dating days. As much as I have always hated exercising, I've always been extremely competitive. If we play a game, answer trivia questions, or go bowling or miniature golfing, I'm pretty much out for blood. All in good fun, of course! ;-) When we were dating we enjoyed miniature golf on a very regular basis, and kept a running tally of our games. In what was to be the very last game of the season we were neck and neck when the clouds broke loose and a thunderstorm stopped us in our tracks. We never got to finish that competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the present. Since I've been walking for a month, I've increased my distance some. My three miles crept up to four, and then five. Not everyday, but several times a week. And then, the other day, I issued a challenge to Verne via Facebook. Since he's back to running, and my distance has increased, I thought it would be fun to see who could log more miles in the month of June. A high school friend of mine was tickled, and commented that we should log our miles collectively, and pick a destination as many miles from our home as we log together for a couple's weekend away. We both loved the idea, and are excited about a retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we still have the competition to see who can go further. It's such fun to be married to a man who teases. Verne says, "Loser has to make love to the winner!" (Blush!) &amp;nbsp;For the record, I'm winning 41 miles to 32.4 miles. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the scenes mentioned in the title of this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked this morning I happened upon some wildlife. Live wildlife, unlike the raccoon that has been on the side of the road for about a week now. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnsvMs53ZVQ/TfFAMbbs_GI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ZjStDNaklfI/s1600/lilturtle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnsvMs53ZVQ/TfFAMbbs_GI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ZjStDNaklfI/s640/lilturtle.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This little guy looked like he'd had a rough night and was square in the middle of the road. I worried he might get run over, and helped him to the side. He was no more than three inches across. Cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The next little guy was also in the road about 1.5 miles from the turtle, but there was no way I was helping him cross! If you don't like snakes you may want to look away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNc9ekeADy4/TfE_-F9zJFI/AAAAAAAAA-g/yuS9XVRLINg/s1600/snake2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNc9ekeADy4/TfE_-F9zJFI/AAAAAAAAA-g/yuS9XVRLINg/s640/snake2.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If I keep seeing more of his kind I may have to take up running after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8578311402855238227?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8578311402855238227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8578311402855238227' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8578311402855238227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8578311402855238227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/lovers-challenge-and-scenes-from-my.html' title='A Lover&apos;s Challenge, and Scenes from my Morning Walk'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZXJYu3fv4A/TfFAtOIi3dI/AAAAAAAAA-o/duuYn1Q_6n4/s72-c/walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-2718344500116645437</id><published>2011-06-08T22:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:18:11.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At Home'/><title type='text'>Ahhh, Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IAAwQVl9g4I/Te_ZZziEJKI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/W5l8JKgiyAY/s1600/fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IAAwQVl9g4I/Te_ZZziEJKI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/W5l8JKgiyAY/s640/fire.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Summer means longer days, and evenings that stretch far out ahead of us, fireflies darting through the inky black nights, and mockingbirds on fences. Summer means fires in the backyard, chairs pulled around, and toasting sticks uncovered from the shed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ4HP2d_Jfg/Te_ZlktjXgI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ny9fMx_-9SM/s1600/maccooking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ4HP2d_Jfg/Te_ZlktjXgI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ny9fMx_-9SM/s640/maccooking.jpg" width="474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Summer means sticky fingers from melty marshmallows made into s'mores, the entire family gathered under one roof, and Mac's singing "We are Family". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0ZFpsBHqIk/Te_ZfXmO23I/AAAAAAAAA-U/xQ9J5TfAEdg/s1600/marshmallows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0ZFpsBHqIk/Te_ZfXmO23I/AAAAAAAAA-U/xQ9J5TfAEdg/s640/marshmallows.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Summer means fresh fruit with nearly every meal, snow cones, and macaroni salad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz19qp5AmVY/Te_Zq7M8-ZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Mz1c4orVGxY/s1600/abigailmarshmallow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz19qp5AmVY/Te_Zq7M8-ZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Mz1c4orVGxY/s640/abigailmarshmallow.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Summer is sun-kissed skin, smiles, and lounging in the pool on hot afternoons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Summer is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-2718344500116645437?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2718344500116645437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=2718344500116645437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2718344500116645437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2718344500116645437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/ahhh-summer.html' title='Ahhh, Summer!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IAAwQVl9g4I/Te_ZZziEJKI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/W5l8JKgiyAY/s72-c/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-3183343924125469274</id><published>2011-06-07T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:42:20.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At Home'/><title type='text'>Busy as a Bee on the Echinacea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNzfyClBSU4/Te62e07XNvI/AAAAAAAAA-M/c9GXSNgP4Dw/s1600/bee+on+echinacea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNzfyClBSU4/Te62e07XNvI/AAAAAAAAA-M/c9GXSNgP4Dw/s640/bee+on+echinacea.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days are consumed with hanging laundry on the line, getting Collin to work, and preparing meals. Sometimes it seems as that's all I get done around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, though. The days &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; busy, but it's not all work and no play. I have plenty of time for long morning walks, a bit of hand-sewing, a swim in the pool, and even a short nap once in a while. And for that, I am glad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-3183343924125469274?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/3183343924125469274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=3183343924125469274' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3183343924125469274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3183343924125469274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy-as-bee-on-echinacea.html' title='Busy as a Bee on the Echinacea'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNzfyClBSU4/Te62e07XNvI/AAAAAAAAA-M/c9GXSNgP4Dw/s72-c/bee+on+echinacea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-3028266963149242051</id><published>2011-06-06T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T18:58:38.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>The First and the Last of Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji6oCPTLvng/Te1ZGXikhoI/AAAAAAAAA-I/--HrXLgTJ8U/s1600/lemon+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji6oCPTLvng/Te1ZGXikhoI/AAAAAAAAA-I/--HrXLgTJ8U/s640/lemon+cake.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my dismay, I picked the last of the strawberries this afternoon, but much to my delight I picked the first of the blueberries! I used the first and the last of the season's berries atop a lemon cake. From a box, lemon cake. But wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can dress up a cake mix, and make it so much better than just a "boxed" mix. We always start with Duncan Hines if the ingredients come in a box. In my opinion, all other brands are worthless. (You are entitled to your own opinion.) To the Lemon Supreme mix, Abigail and I added &lt;b&gt;freshly squeezed lemon juice&lt;/b&gt; in place of the water. We added the &lt;b&gt;eggs&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;oil&lt;/b&gt; as called for, but also added 1/4 cup &lt;b&gt;melted butter&lt;/b&gt;, 1/2 cup &lt;b&gt;flour&lt;/b&gt;, 1 tsp. of &lt;b&gt;vanilla extract&lt;/b&gt;, and 1 tsp. of &lt;b&gt;baking powder&lt;/b&gt;. In the end, we stirred in the &lt;b&gt;zest of two lemons&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, this was a very tart cake! A dusting of powdered sugar and fresh berries were the perfect &amp;nbsp;embellishments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-3028266963149242051?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/3028266963149242051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=3028266963149242051' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3028266963149242051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3028266963149242051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-and-last-of-them.html' title='The First and the Last of Them'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji6oCPTLvng/Te1ZGXikhoI/AAAAAAAAA-I/--HrXLgTJ8U/s72-c/lemon+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6653424829897413129</id><published>2011-06-03T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:04:54.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnnLIueq6q8/TemD74XDnCI/AAAAAAAAA-A/s-cWUf9eAVo/s1600/blueberries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnnLIueq6q8/TemD74XDnCI/AAAAAAAAA-A/s-cWUf9eAVo/s640/blueberries.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year for Mother's Day, Autumn bought me several blueberry plants, and I have been anticipating the day when I'll be able to eat from those bushes for over a year now. Not too much longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kioc-QmRZQY/TemECnUawnI/AAAAAAAAA-E/t5kTB1OkIUM/s1600/baby+grapes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kioc-QmRZQY/TemECnUawnI/AAAAAAAAA-E/t5kTB1OkIUM/s640/baby+grapes.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gifted Verne with grapes for Father's day. Looks like he's going to have to wait a few more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6653424829897413129?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6653424829897413129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6653424829897413129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6653424829897413129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6653424829897413129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnnLIueq6q8/TemD74XDnCI/AAAAAAAAA-A/s-cWUf9eAVo/s72-c/blueberries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-5465800886554851382</id><published>2011-06-02T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:14:27.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Fresh From the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jiZ5XL1rBE/Teemq0S5kSI/AAAAAAAAA90/LkNw3I4kbEo/s1600/swiss+chard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jiZ5XL1rBE/Teemq0S5kSI/AAAAAAAAA90/LkNw3I4kbEo/s640/swiss+chard.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Swiss Chard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;June is such a splendid month for eating fresh from the garden. Just this morning I walked out with a bowl and picked myself a heaping serving of beautiful strawberries to go with my homemade yogurt. (And grabbed a freshly laid egg from the coop while I was at it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jiZ5XL1rBE/Teemq0S5kSI/AAAAAAAAA90/LkNw3I4kbEo/s1600/swiss+chard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9XXCohfpNU/TeemxmY8tmI/AAAAAAAAA94/B74HhkCecGs/s1600/rhubarb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9XXCohfpNU/TeemxmY8tmI/AAAAAAAAA94/B74HhkCecGs/s640/rhubarb.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rhubarb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Earlier in the week we enjoyed a bounty of fresh broccoli as well as strawberry-rhubarb pie. Yum! My father in law was skeptical as he'd never before tasted rhubarb, and was fearful it would taste like celery. One bite of that pie, and he was hooked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zv1Rs3Ll_7E/TeenCikmpfI/AAAAAAAAA98/Wh-VNNH8UVU/s1600/lettuces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zv1Rs3Ll_7E/TeenCikmpfI/AAAAAAAAA98/Wh-VNNH8UVU/s640/lettuces.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lettuces- Red Leaf and Romaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fresh salads, almost daily, taste so much better with our own lettuces. Just be sure to leave plenty of time for chilling before serving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-5465800886554851382?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5465800886554851382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=5465800886554851382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5465800886554851382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5465800886554851382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/fresh-from-garden.html' title='Fresh From the Garden'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jiZ5XL1rBE/Teemq0S5kSI/AAAAAAAAA90/LkNw3I4kbEo/s72-c/swiss+chard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-5763103332826407831</id><published>2011-06-01T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:46:49.690-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Oh My My, O My Stars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't help singing &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umjDHyfKxO8"&gt;Andrew Belle's ridiculously catchy song&lt;/a&gt; while working on my latest project.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZtVye0HZP4/TeZ3upihjLI/AAAAAAAAA9o/_XEEZ8158rs/s1600/star+supplies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZtVye0HZP4/TeZ3upihjLI/AAAAAAAAA9o/_XEEZ8158rs/s640/star+supplies.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hooked on paper -piecing as soon as I tried the &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/dresdens.html"&gt;Dresden plates&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;nbsp;and then Paula had to go and ask me if I needed anything when she was about to place her order from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.paperpieces.com/"&gt;Paper Pieces&lt;/a&gt;. Oh! Yes, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gkknH07C3EU/TeZ32fCBKKI/AAAAAAAAA9s/J48XgAl49EY/s1600/stars3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gkknH07C3EU/TeZ32fCBKKI/AAAAAAAAA9s/J48XgAl49EY/s640/stars3.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I requested a pack of 1-1/2 " 6 point diamonds (60 degree). Each finished star measures at 5-3/16" across. Addictive? You bet!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGnUhbdB9Hg/TeZ390I2ieI/AAAAAAAAA9w/2hm1CAxuELQ/s1600/stars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGnUhbdB9Hg/TeZ390I2ieI/AAAAAAAAA9w/2hm1CAxuELQ/s640/stars.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have no clue how big I'll make this quilt. I'd love to make it for my bed, but I may have to add a border design to a medallion of stars in the middle. Each star is taking me about an hour to finish. 13 done, and ??? to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone local have scraps of batiks or hand dyed fabrics they'd like to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-5763103332826407831?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5763103332826407831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=5763103332826407831' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5763103332826407831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5763103332826407831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-my-my-o-my-stars.html' title='Oh My My, O My Stars...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZtVye0HZP4/TeZ3upihjLI/AAAAAAAAA9o/_XEEZ8158rs/s72-c/star+supplies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-4940326404899307362</id><published>2011-05-31T20:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:37:19.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At Home'/><title type='text'>In Praise of (Good) Clothespins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X881-zSyEHs/TeWHtVucPKI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/jcylTLgDytA/s1600/clothespin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X881-zSyEHs/TeWHtVucPKI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/jcylTLgDytA/s640/clothespin.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really good clothespins are hard to come by. Can I get an "Amen"? I have a handful that I've used for years and years. They've been weathered by the sun, and wear a beautiful grey patina. I used quite a few of them when Verne made my &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/03/design-wall.html"&gt;quilt design wall&lt;/a&gt;, and now that it's time to hang the laundry out, I'm lost without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried a few packages from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;*Mart and *Lowe's*, but have been sorely disappointed with both. What a waste of money! &lt;i&gt;Good&lt;/i&gt; clothespins must be able to hang heavy man-jeans and heavy towels alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wiVLzI5O8s/TeWHz-UdcUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/tBj7fhq9WMM/s1600/clothespins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wiVLzI5O8s/TeWHz-UdcUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/tBj7fhq9WMM/s640/clothespins.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day Verne spotted some while at the local farm supply store, and bought me two large packages. Yes! They pass the test- heavy towels are secure even with a wild wind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-4940326404899307362?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/4940326404899307362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=4940326404899307362' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4940326404899307362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/4940326404899307362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-praise-of-good-clothespins.html' title='In Praise of (Good) Clothespins'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X881-zSyEHs/TeWHtVucPKI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/jcylTLgDytA/s72-c/clothespin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-5527697195653796323</id><published>2011-05-25T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:16:58.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At Home'/><title type='text'>Stopping to Smell the Proverbial Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WU0d9_OXuZM/Td2mc7pFU3I/AAAAAAAAA9U/HBkZoNWTdHY/s1600/daisies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WU0d9_OXuZM/Td2mc7pFU3I/AAAAAAAAA9U/HBkZoNWTdHY/s640/daisies.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I've learned one thing in my 40th year it's that life is not a race to be run as quickly as possible. I've learned to slow down a bit, and enjoy what each day has to offer. It seems as though we've moved to a tropical rain forest, or at the very least the Pacific northwest, with all of the precipitation that has fallen in the last few months. We can scarcely get a day in without a thunderstorm. While my beloved frets about gardens getting planted, grass being mown, and the like, I'm enjoying the slower pace that the rain allows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden there's plenty of time for settling into the rocking chair with a bit of hand-piecing and viewing episode after episode of &lt;u&gt;Lark Rise to Candleford&lt;/u&gt; with Abigail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed hanging laundry on the line, but I must say that some days the rain, and the slower pace it offers, are down right cozy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-5527697195653796323?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5527697195653796323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=5527697195653796323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5527697195653796323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/5527697195653796323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/stopping-to-smell-proverbial-roses.html' title='Stopping to Smell the Proverbial Roses'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WU0d9_OXuZM/Td2mc7pFU3I/AAAAAAAAA9U/HBkZoNWTdHY/s72-c/daisies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8548930847915189366</id><published>2011-05-23T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T07:26:56.520-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Thankful'/><title type='text'>"Living to know God, Dying to make Him known." ~Lecrae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Friday evening Autumn, &lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyquilting.blogspot.com/2011/05/hope.html"&gt;Mary Lou&lt;/a&gt;, and I shared a table during the annual homemaker's meeting. We ate too much, and giggled our way through the evening. Saturday morning I showed up at The Farmhouse for our monthly Farmer's Wife class. When I had a migraine, Mary Lou helped me carry my things to the car, and sent me on my way with get well wishes. And tonight, I sat in Mary Lou's living room and mourned the loss of her son, Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Collin were good friends. They took chemistry together, ran cross-country, played basketball, enjoyed the same music, and had very similar personalities. And now, Sam is gone. As a mother I can't begin to imagine losing a child, but even with this loss, I know that God is good. Mary Lou and Jeff know it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, despite this heart-breaking loss, there is much to be thankful for. Gifts# 385 -399:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a life well lived, and worthy of celebrating&lt;br /&gt;* a hard-working young man, who gave his all to everything that he did&lt;br /&gt;* a young man who lived Christ's love out loud&lt;br /&gt;* an affectionate personality that left his mama with no regrets&lt;br /&gt;* good sportsmanship, displayed whether he won or lost&lt;br /&gt;* an encouraging spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a father, deployed in Afghanistan, returned home a few weeks before his son's passing&lt;br /&gt;* time spent homeschooling, which meant more time with the family&lt;br /&gt;* a church gathered 'round to comfort those whom mourn&lt;br /&gt;* women who can clean a house not their own from top to bottom in less than an hour&lt;br /&gt;* food, brought by many&lt;br /&gt;* visitors to share in the memories of a life cut short, each one thankful for how Sam touched them personally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the witness of a family to the doctors, nurses, and EMT personnel&lt;br /&gt;* the HOPE of the RESURRECTION!&lt;br /&gt;* soothing words, full of wisdom from dear friends, "God doesn't waste a life, or a death!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXQq8Kb6lXk/TdsXjANbgJI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/DQ_cnxyymmQ/s1600/sam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXQq8Kb6lXk/TdsXjANbgJI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/DQ_cnxyymmQ/s640/sam.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the mourning, there is joy to be found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death. For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. - Philippians 1:20-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 14px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8548930847915189366?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8548930847915189366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8548930847915189366' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8548930847915189366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8548930847915189366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/living-to-know-god-dying-to-make-him.html' title='&quot;Living to know God, Dying to make Him known.&quot; ~Lecrae'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXQq8Kb6lXk/TdsXjANbgJI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/DQ_cnxyymmQ/s72-c/sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-554045062531031872</id><published>2011-05-18T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T18:12:15.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Mary Lou's Magical Mystery Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7lWxXln0pk/TdRDb77xa-I/AAAAAAAAA9E/j2nPmgCaAlg/s1600/mystery+stars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7lWxXln0pk/TdRDb77xa-I/AAAAAAAAA9E/j2nPmgCaAlg/s640/mystery+stars.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A little of the &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/02/stack-of-reds.html"&gt;mystery&lt;/a&gt; is revealed, but the suspense is killing me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-554045062531031872?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/554045062531031872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=554045062531031872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/554045062531031872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/554045062531031872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/mary-lous-magical-mystery-tour.html' title='Mary Lou&apos;s Magical Mystery Tour'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7lWxXln0pk/TdRDb77xa-I/AAAAAAAAA9E/j2nPmgCaAlg/s72-c/mystery+stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8911495811204757353</id><published>2011-05-17T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T09:36:12.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>How to Make a Quiche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdgxoluOzjY/TdJ5kQ4JC-I/AAAAAAAAA9A/W9lKPDCxg_U/s1600/randi%2527s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdgxoluOzjY/TdJ5kQ4JC-I/AAAAAAAAA9A/W9lKPDCxg_U/s640/randi%2527s.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guest-posting at Randi's blog, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://ihavetosay.typepad.com/randi/2011/05/we-have-a-guest-tracy-back-to-basics.html"&gt;i have to say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; today. Head on over and say hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8911495811204757353?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8911495811204757353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8911495811204757353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8911495811204757353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8911495811204757353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-make-quiche.html' title='How to Make a Quiche'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdgxoluOzjY/TdJ5kQ4JC-I/AAAAAAAAA9A/W9lKPDCxg_U/s72-c/randi%2527s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-3489180181242486536</id><published>2011-05-16T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T13:08:07.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>The Merry Berry Month of May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Let's see, now. We've had angel food cake toped with fresh berries, vanilla ice cream topped with fresh berries, berries in our homemade yogurt, and berries by the handful straight from the garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r7mdBHHtxog/TdFYuxKu5FI/AAAAAAAAA88/JJczf2tH4jw/s1600/french+toast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r7mdBHHtxog/TdFYuxKu5FI/AAAAAAAAA88/JJczf2tH4jw/s640/french+toast.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And French toast. Homemade bread, our own eggs, and fresh strawberries. It was a perfect lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up? Either strawberry-rhubarb pie, or strawberry shortcake on homemade vanilla scones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-3489180181242486536?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/3489180181242486536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=3489180181242486536' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3489180181242486536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3489180181242486536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/merry-berry-month-of-may.html' title='The Merry Berry Month of May'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r7mdBHHtxog/TdFYuxKu5FI/AAAAAAAAA88/JJczf2tH4jw/s72-c/french+toast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-615267357594591329</id><published>2011-05-14T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:56:16.185-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking'/><title type='text'>A Walk in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mctoE-3TqzY/Tc9AwInZ6ZI/AAAAAAAAA84/s5yYVKXorLQ/s1600/race.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mctoE-3TqzY/Tc9AwInZ6ZI/AAAAAAAAA84/s5yYVKXorLQ/s640/race.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be a runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm married to a man who asks me almost every morning of my life if I'd like to run with him, but I've never taken him up on it, and probably never will. But walking? That I can do. Actually, I can walk much faster than my runner-husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out this morning to walk in a 5K, and my only goal was to walk it in an hour. It was chilly so I donned long pants rather than shorts, a jacket, and was carrying an umbrella. And keys. And my iPhone. Yeah. Like I said, I'm no runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got very warm as the rain let up, and folded my umbrella as I kept my pace. It wasn't long before the jacket had to come off, too. I tied my jacket around my waist as I walked, and my keys were practically dragging the ground in my coat pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What to do? What to do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it! I put them in the umbrella, which I was carrying horizontally in one hand, and so I kept walking, all the while digging my keys out of my dragging pocket. Yeah- I bet I looked very classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was rounding the cone at the halfway point, my phone rang. I had to fish my iPhone out of my other dragging pocket. Mmmhmm. I answered the phone to hear Abigail asking me questions about homemade yogurt. She was at home, making the recipe that I'd left her with. Not long after I hung up with her, and got my music back on, the rain started again. It felt good, and I didn't bother to put the umbrella back up, but I looked down to realize I was wearing a white t-shirt, and needed to put my jacket back on lest I look like I was in a contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More fumbling with the jacket, the umbrella in my hand, and my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I was surprised at the finish line when they told me that I finished in 51 minutes. I'll never be a runner, but multi-tasking I can do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-615267357594591329?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/615267357594591329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=615267357594591329' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/615267357594591329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/615267357594591329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/walk-in-rain.html' title='A Walk in the Rain'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mctoE-3TqzY/Tc9AwInZ6ZI/AAAAAAAAA84/s5yYVKXorLQ/s72-c/race.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-6644132291735418010</id><published>2011-05-11T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:48:29.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preserving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>A New Growing  Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCMTR2a_bnw/TcshNAcFt3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/uD2jkk3rFjM/s1600/frosty+berries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCMTR2a_bnw/TcshNAcFt3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/uD2jkk3rFjM/s640/frosty+berries.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today starts the beginning of preserving at our house with three gallons of strawberries being placed into the freezer. Just in time, too. We were down to our last quart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this means that the list on my side bar must be erased and started fresh. I know it's silly, but I loved seeing all of my labors listed right there, reminding me of God's bounty and our hard work. I'm exhausted just &lt;i&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt; about trying to do all of that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, for posterity, last year's list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="itemtable" id="item-55" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; width: 482px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" class="listitem" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: small; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.4em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;18 cups Cooked Pumpkin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;8 half-pints Pineapple Habanero Jelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;4 quarts frozen Butternut Squash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;7 pints frozen Butternut Squash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;13 1/2 c. portions frozen Butternut Squash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;4 half-pints Vanilla Pear Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;4 half-pints unsweetened Spiced Vanilla Pear Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;9 half-pints Spiced Vanilla Pear Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;42 individual portions of Pear/Assorted fruit Fruit Leather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;31 pints Diced Pears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;9 half-pints Pear Honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;9 pints Caramel Spice Pear Butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;29 half-pints Caramel Spice Pear Butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;66 quarts Pear halves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;3 pounds Carrots, dehydrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;5 ears Corn, dehydrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;5 lbs. dried black beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;17 pounds Roma tomatoes, dehydrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;24 pounds assorted tomatoes, sliced and dehydrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;71 pounds pears, dehydrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;55 pounds apples, dehydrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;52 Stoplight Peppers, dehydrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;7 half- pints Blueberry-Lime Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;7 half-pints Cherry Love Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;7 half- pints Spiced Rum Peach Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;8 half-pints Cherry Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;9 half-pints Strawberry Pineapple Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;15 half-pints Blackberry Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;15 half-pints Habanero Gold Jelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;16 half-pints Cherry Habanero Jelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;16 half-pints Strawberry-Lemon Marmalade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;17 half-pints Blueberry Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;16 half-pints Peach Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;19 half-pints Triple Berry Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;19 half-pints Strawberry Jalapeno Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;2 gallons Blueberries, frozen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;3 gallons Strawberries, frozen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;38 half-pints Strawberry Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;3.5 gallons Blackberries, frozen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;3 quarts and 20 pints Dill Pickles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;5 quarts and 8 pints Volcano Pickles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;7 pints Beets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;7 pints Apple Wedges in Cinnamon Red Hot Syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;5 quarts and 7 pints Tomato Sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;15 quarts Applesauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;7 quarts Peaches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;2 quarts and 1 pint diced Tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;4 quarts and 14 pints Pickled Cauliflower Medley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;11 quarts Spaghetti Sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;14 quarts and 1 pint Tomato Juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;27 quarts and 1 pint Mixed Fruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;36 half-pints Banana Peppers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;74 pints Salsa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;55 quarts Sweet Corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemcontent"&gt;61 quarts Green Beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-6644132291735418010?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6644132291735418010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=6644132291735418010' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6644132291735418010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/6644132291735418010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-growing-season.html' title='A New Growing  Season'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCMTR2a_bnw/TcshNAcFt3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/uD2jkk3rFjM/s72-c/frosty+berries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-8767632513030673470</id><published>2011-05-10T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:53:22.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Dresdens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXHAV7B1CfQ/TcndBn5YuRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xgqCBYIJVyM/s1600/dresdens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXHAV7B1CfQ/TcndBn5YuRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xgqCBYIJVyM/s640/dresdens.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started out because we were asked to bring two old-fashioned blocks, done in 30's fabrics, to the quilt meeting. I figured it would be a great way to give paper-piecing a try with no commitment. Well, the joke was on me. One, and I was hooked. My little handwork case comes everywhere with me these days. I stitch them up, and everyone else likes to arrange the spokes for me. Teamwork!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-8767632513030673470?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8767632513030673470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=8767632513030673470' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8767632513030673470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/8767632513030673470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/dresdens.html' title='Dresdens'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXHAV7B1CfQ/TcndBn5YuRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xgqCBYIJVyM/s72-c/dresdens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-810276780111297195</id><published>2011-05-09T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:36:16.053-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><title type='text'>Paper Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-juiOYhs8pdw/TciygCVquYI/AAAAAAAAA8g/XK7sH2BixK8/s1600/paper+roses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-juiOYhs8pdw/TciygCVquYI/AAAAAAAAA8g/XK7sH2BixK8/s640/paper+roses.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When made by hand and given in love, they're even better than the real thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-810276780111297195?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/810276780111297195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=810276780111297195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/810276780111297195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/810276780111297195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/paper-roses.html' title='Paper Roses'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-juiOYhs8pdw/TciygCVquYI/AAAAAAAAA8g/XK7sH2BixK8/s72-c/paper+roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-2743329121365270422</id><published>2011-05-03T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:53:43.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Cleaning the Closet</title><content type='html'>This morning found me emptying the majority of the clothes from my closet, but not just because the seasons have changed. No, my size has changed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the baker that I am, each time I lose another five pounds I think to myself, 'There goes a bag of flour.' I've lost 22 pounds or as my dear friend&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_1657050086"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tickleberryfarm.blogspot.com/"&gt;jAne&lt;/a&gt; pointed out, 88 sticks of butter! EIGHTY EIGHT sticks of butter! I actually like her measurement better. Why? Because when you're losing slowly (which is the healthiest way to lose), a quarter of a pound doesn't seem like much. Not until you look at a stick of butter that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H5dcVmfcwYE/TcCTgtCfCPI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Lz5yGkhCp3Q/s1600/butter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H5dcVmfcwYE/TcCTgtCfCPI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Lz5yGkhCp3Q/s640/butter.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second best part? I haven't had to give up the butter to lose it. If you're looking to lose some unwanted pounds, I'd recommend &lt;a href="http://www.weightwatchers.com/templates/marketing/Landing_1col_nonav.aspx?PageId=1163821"&gt;Weight Watchers&lt;/a&gt;. It's very easy&lt;i&gt; if&lt;/i&gt; you really keep track of everything you eat. I've also added exercise to my daily routine. 30-60 minutes 6x a week, and I'm actually finding myself looking forward to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part? I'm off of one blood pressure medication, and I feel better than ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-2743329121365270422?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2743329121365270422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=2743329121365270422' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2743329121365270422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/2743329121365270422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/cleaning-closet.html' title='Cleaning the Closet'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H5dcVmfcwYE/TcCTgtCfCPI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Lz5yGkhCp3Q/s72-c/butter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-7355550079391320402</id><published>2011-05-02T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:48:42.484-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Quilt Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twAfKYQ1zBc/Tb9Ch9aLH7I/AAAAAAAAA6c/rKUABucbkvM/s1600/quilt+retreat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twAfKYQ1zBc/Tb9Ch9aLH7I/AAAAAAAAA6c/rKUABucbkvM/s640/quilt+retreat.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days and two nights. &amp;nbsp;30+ women. &amp;nbsp;Fabric and threads flying. Autumn and I had a very good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added the borders to the above quilt top at home this afternoon. Now to finish piecing the back, and then for the quilting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-7355550079391320402?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7355550079391320402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=7355550079391320402' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7355550079391320402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7355550079391320402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/05/quilt-retreat.html' title='Quilt Retreat'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twAfKYQ1zBc/Tb9Ch9aLH7I/AAAAAAAAA6c/rKUABucbkvM/s72-c/quilt+retreat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-7247214211453115392</id><published>2011-04-28T01:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T01:01:59.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At Home'/><title type='text'>And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FDHqUXOKgQ/TbjzdVhMl2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/94cRVJ1DXi8/s1600/lilacs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FDHqUXOKgQ/TbjzdVhMl2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/94cRVJ1DXi8/s640/lilacs.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This has been the most rainy season in my memory, and all of a sudden the whole world is alive, green, and blooming. The heady scents of lilac and hyacinth hang in the humid air and intoxicate passers-by. Storm after storm comes, and shakes the windows, while rivulets run down the panes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_438223762"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_438223763"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-7247214211453115392?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7247214211453115392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=7247214211453115392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7247214211453115392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/7247214211453115392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-rain-rain-rain-came-down-down-down.html' title='And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FDHqUXOKgQ/TbjzdVhMl2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/94cRVJ1DXi8/s72-c/lilacs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844627769358030522.post-3159530314272215396</id><published>2011-04-22T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:52:38.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chickens'/><title type='text'>A Second Coop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGrjtMMrVp0/TbIufkaa9AI/AAAAAAAAA6M/jEdP27ESkhI/s1600/2nd+coop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGrjtMMrVp0/TbIufkaa9AI/AAAAAAAAA6M/jEdP27ESkhI/s640/2nd+coop.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the children decided they wanted a second batch of chickens to call their very own we agreed that if they bought them we would feed them. We never considered that they would need a home of their own until they were old enough to join the rest of our flock. After they lived nearly 4 weeks in our master bathroom, it was time to find them a new home, and so, a second coop was built before Verne's surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it lacks trim yet, and isn't near as &lt;a href="http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2010/05/chicken-coop.html"&gt;cute as the first coop&lt;/a&gt;, it's a wonderful home for the new little chicks, and it isn't an eyesore. Verne built it big enough to be permanent housing if need be, or in case we decide to raise some meat chickens as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3Udo49PZ9k/TbIutRnHUNI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/HfRzVgbfE20/s1600/wyan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3Udo49PZ9k/TbIutRnHUNI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/HfRzVgbfE20/s640/wyan.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certainly roosts, and plenty of space, but some seem to prefer sitting atop the feeders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844627769358030522-3159530314272215396?l=5redhens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/feeds/3159530314272215396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844627769358030522&amp;postID=3159530314272215396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3159530314272215396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844627769358030522/posts/default/3159530314272215396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5redhens.blogspot.com/2011/04/second-coop.html' title='A Second Coop'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011968957287943985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2czT4SHEQSk/TpuMASy-14I/AAAAAAAABLk/XUrOxgs6jqc/s220/41%2Byears.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGrjtMMrVp0/TbIufkaa9AI/AAAAAAAAA6M/jEdP27ESkhI/s72-c/2nd+coop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
