The Garden is Finished

The garden is finished after a hard summer of production.

Frost has come.

Now it is time for the Farmer to clean up the garden and begin to prepare the soil for next year.

The Farmer used a push rotary lawn mower attached to the tractor to chop the dead plants for faster decomposing after being tilled into the soil.

There is always something to do at Cozy Acres.

Published in: on December 31, 2011 at 4:09 am  Leave a Comment  

Wordless Wednesday — Faithful Christmas Cactus

On Wednesday some people are wordless, check them out here

Happy New Year!

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On My Mind — Zucchini Bread

This is a Friday photo feature that anyone with a blog can join. To take part, post a photo on your own blog, write a short caption explaining it, and link it back to here from your blog by saying you’re part of “On my mind”.

I am thinking about this Zucchini bread I made last week. Two loaves went with me to my family’s early in December Christmas Dinner.  They liked it. One was eaten and the other stayed with the hostess. The third loaf is on its way to Idaho to join some dear ones who are like family in my heart. (She is the sister I never had.)

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Wordless Wednesday – Silos Looking Like Thimbles

Joining bloggers trying to be wordless on Wednesday.

Silos looking like thimbles

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One Thousand Gifts and a Scripture

Adding to my One Thousand gifts:

101.  This cat, Busterford Jones, who moved to Cozy Acres scared and untrusting, has adapted and become the #1 lap cat. I get this look if the computer is in his way.

102. Ideas from a quilt show.

103. I am very thankful for my mom. She is such an example of the Proverbs 31 woman. Thank you.

I am very thankful for my home.

104. This cozy spot where I write, knit, read, eat, doze, hold cats, rock babies, gaze out the door, pray and weep.

105. This is the cozy spot where I create .

106. This is my cozy kitchen most of the time it is neater than this but I love the way the light played in this picture.

107. Here is the Farmer’s cozy spot.

108. And COZY, though it may be, I am thankful for indoor plumbing. Please excuse the camera strap.

I thankful for memories, still, of cruise taken in 2009, with these dear-to-my-heart people.

109. On our way to dinner in New York City.

110. Checking out New York City.

111.  Quebec City

112. A carriage ride in Quebec City.

113. A real gift- to be able to cruise with the Farmer.

114. The trip of our life time ‘from sea to shining sea’ in 2007.

115. A favorite memento from ‘the trip’ – The Story Teller, purchased in New Mexico.

And a Scripture:
. . .   trust . . .  in the living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy; 1Timothy 6:17

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Five Minute Friday — Coloring

It’s Friday.

Let’s do it. Let’s just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.


Coloring inside the lines


Outlining the shapes with chosen color

Color carefully
filling all the area
shading as evenly as possible

Don’t cross the lines.

A controlled activity the only choice is what color.

Shaped for me was predetermined for a long time

Coloring in the lines was

full of joy for the accomplishment of filling the space perfectly.

but now the shape is confining, limiting, stifling,
the creation of another

Is now the time
to take a leap, to dare, to pick up a color that doesn’t match the shape–
and with abandon
cross the line
with bright happy coloring.

WAIT! Where are the lines?

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Pictures from google:
crayons – todaysetiquette.blogspot.c0m
no lines –

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{this moment} the Farmer


{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Linking here:

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Wordless Wednesday — It’s the Little Things

On Wednesday’s I am wordless:

Joining other wordless ones here:

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My Spot at Cozy Acres

This is where I sit and read and write and knit and eat.
Sometimes I even doze here.

This is what I see if the door is open.

This is the view out the window.
It faces south.
The window is covered with sunshades.

This is what I’m trying to see.

Published in: on December 6, 2011 at 1:26 pm  Comments (2)  

Being Honest

My friend commented  on Adjusting to Change:

“Oh my…this is huge! Not impossible, but huge! . . .”


Right now this seems hugely impossible!!!!
I ate my way through thanksgiving as normal, smaller portions though… to start again
UGH! It seems like such a mountain and I’m not even sure I want to climb it.
Gird up my mind, thinking again why I started in the first place,

Was it just an  impluse?

Was it to please someone?

Do I really believe there is value in this change?

Is this what I need to face? instead of hoping things will change without me doing anything different?  Isn’t that the definition of insanity?

And then I hear:

O Daniel, a man greatly beloved, understand the words that I speak unto thee, and stand upright: for unto thee am I now sent. And when he had spoken this word unto me, I stood trembling.     Then said he unto me, Fear not, Daniel: for from the first day that thou didst set thine heart to understand, and to chasten thyself before thy God, thy words were heard, and I am come for thy words.    Then there came again and touched me one like the appearance of a man, and he strengthened me,     And said, O man greatly beloved, fear not: peace be unto thee, be strong, yea, be strong. And when he had spoken unto me, I was strengthened, and said, Let my lord speak; for thou hast strengthened me.   Daniel 10:11-12, 18-19

Why is this so very hard?

I went looking for a picture of climbing a mountain and stumbled across this essay I used as a e-mail post a long time ago.


I tried to climb the mountain today. As I inched my way up the path, I felt overwhelmed, so I had to turn back.

I tried to climb the mountain today. On my journey, darkness started to fall, and I was full of fear, so I had to return to a safe place.

I was ready to climb the mountain today. But it was so hot outside, I thought I better stay in my nice air-conditioned house and rest up for tomorrow’s attempt.

I was about to climb the mountain today. But I had so many other things to do, so instead of climbing the mountain I took care of much more important tasks. I washed my car, mowed the grass and watched the big game. Today the mountain will just have to wait.

I was going to climb the mountain today. But as I stared at the mountain in it’s majestic beauty, I knew I stood no chance of making it to the top, so I figured why even bother trying.

I have forgotten about climbing the mountain today; until a friend came by and asked me what I was up to lately. I told him I was thinking about climbing that mountain some day. I went on and on about how I was going to accomplish this task.

Finally, he said, “I just got back from climbing the mountain. For the longest time I told myself I was trying to climb the mountain but never made any progress. I almost let the dream of making it to the top die. I came up with every excuse of why I could not make it up the mountain, but never once did I give myself a reason why I could.

One day as I stared at the mountain and pondered, I realized that if I didn’t make an attempt at this dream all my dreams will eventually die.”

“The next morning, I started my climb.” He continued, “It was not easy, and at times I wanted to quit. But no matter what I faced, I placed one foot in front of the other, keeping a steady pace. When the wind tried to blow me over the edge, I kept walking. When the voices inside my head screamed “stop!” I focused on my goal never letting it out of sight, and I kept moving forward. At times, I was ready to quit, but I knew I had come too far. Time and time again, I reassured myself that I was going to finish this journey. I struggled to make it to the top, but I climbed the mountain!”

“I have to be going,” my friend said. “Tomorrow is a new day to accomplish more dreams. By the way, what are you going to do tomorrow?”

I looked at him, with intensity and confidence in my eyes, and said, “I have a mountain to climb.” – Gary Barnes

Then I found my picture with this ………..

The Mountain   Author: Jim Stovall

There were two warring tribes in the Andes, one that lived in the lowlands and the other high in the mountains. The mountain people invaded the lowlanders one day, and as part of their plundering of the people, they kidnapped a baby of one of the lowlander families and took the infant with them back up into the mountains.

The lowlanders didn’t know how to climb the mountain. They didn’t know any of the trails that the mountain people used, and they didn’t know where to find the mountain people or how to track them in the steep terrain.

Even so, they sent out their best party of fighting men to climb the mountain and bring the baby home.

The men tried first one method of climbing and then another. They tried one trail and then another. After several days of effort, however, they had climbed only several hundred feet.

Feeling hopeless and helpless, the lowlander men decided that the cause was lost, and they prepared to return to their village below.

As they were packing their gear for the descent, they saw the baby’s mother walking toward them. They realized that she was coming down the mountain that they hadn’t figured out how to climb.

And then they saw that she had the baby strapped to her back. How could that be?

One man greeted her and said, “We couldn’t climb this mountain. How did you do this when we, the strongest and most able men in the village, couldn’t do it?”
She shrugged her shoulders and said, “It wasn’t your baby.”


but I can’t say I’m starting the climb………………yet.


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On my mind — A Finished Log Cabin

A few weeks back ‘on my mind’ was this log cabin quilt in progress. I finished hand sewing the binding on November 28, 2011. It is off my to finish list and is now check off as a Christmas gift for a grandson.

My daughter, Emily, does all my quilting on our long arm quilting machine.

Also on the finished list is this log cabin afghan, I made to try the knitting strips of color, binding that strip off, and picking up stitches on another side to knit another strip of color. I liked doing it as it is one of those projects that don’t take a lot of concentration. This one, too, is check of the Christmas gift list for another grandson.

I’m joining others with things on their minds here:


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