Dinner With Friends

There is an Amish family not far from where we live that opens up their home to the public on Friday and Saturday nights and cooks and serves a wonderful home cooked meal for a small fee. All the food is homegrown and raised on their huge farm/ranch.

                                                                                 

A group of friends from our church get together and go eat there once a year. We starve ourselves all day anticipating this meal, because we know we are going to "pig" out. All the food is passed around the table in bowls and on platters. On the menu last night was roast beef, green beans, cold slaw, chicken and cornbread dressing, mashed potatoes, noodles, rich creamy gravy and rolls served with apple butter. And if one isn't full enough, homemade lemon pie and/or strawberry pie is served for dessert. Every thirty minutes another group will come in and be served and before the evening is over the dinningroom is full.

                                                                                 

                                                                    

Our group was the first to leave and needless to say we barely made it out the door. Knowing there is no way we can walk to our cars, we linger on the deck and visit and gaze at the beautiful scenes of the countryside around us. It's breathtaking. Northeastern Oklahoma is made up of rolling hills of trees and farmland. We've been fortunate to have good rains now and then so all the vegetation is still green.

                                                                                  
We have all decided that we can't wait another year to come again to this great place to eat, so we plan to make this trek again during the holidays. Can you blame us?

                                                                       Christine
                                                                               

Never Too Old To Learn

Every morning after my two cups of coffee I check my facebook page and then my sister's blog. Her humor always puts me in good spirits when facing the day ahead. After reading her blog I visit all the blogs she keeps up with and it is so interesting to read of others' daily adventures or just everyday lives.  I love it when they write about their families and friends, their pets, travels, celebrations and share pics of where they live. I've become addicted to blogging and those of you who blog know what I mean.

So, naturally I had to get on the bandwagon. My sister, being the pro she is with all this computer stuff, said she would guide me through it and told me, "It's easy." Now I know my limits, but am willing to try learning anything that won't kill me. I've never learned to swim and I've never learned to like carnival rides or anything that gets of the ground. I'm a big chicken when it comes to things like that. But, when it comes to the computer I will try to learn, even if I come off looking like a fool. 

A BIG thank you to those of you who have left comments and made me feel welcome after reading my first blog post. I hope you find my life as interesting as I've found yours.

Christine

FIRST BLOOM

In my dad's garden one would find many kinds of roses.

My mother loved to paint roses.

They instilled in me a love of roses.
It's my favorite flower.

My home is full of roses. By that, I mean on bedspreads, curtains,
rugs, wallpaper borders, pillows, dishes, flower arrangements,etc.

And if my husband doesn't forget, he gives me roses on special
occassions.
Did I mention that it's my favorite flower?

I love them in the form of buds knowing it won't be long until they are
about to open in full bloom.

I love the smell of roses, even when they are faded and about to fall off
their stem.
I collect the faded flower that drops and comes apart in my
hand from my own rose bushes and make popourri.
My sister jokingly teases me and tells me that I should request that
my ashes be mixed in said popourri and the family could make
small gift bags with it and give them away at my funeral.
Ha ha I reply, knowing she is making fun of my obsession with roses.

God really outdid Himself when he created the rose.
It must be His favorite flower also.
I like to think so anyway.

Christine