An evening dinner in. . .

12 May

We had rather a festive dish this evening, for no apparent reason. :D Honestly, does one ever need a good reason for fresh trout stuffed with mint, ginger and various other spices, a side of steamed potatoes and white asparagus, covered in Sauce Hollandaise and crunchy salad in a homemade mustard/agave syrup dressing with walnuts…? Yeah, didn’t think so.

P.S. That is not wine… It’s white grape juice we bought on our 430 km bike tour in 2009 along the Mosel.

~Kate

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Book, books and more books!

8 May

So hey everybody, how’s it going?

I’ve been readint QUITE a lot lately. Yep, a lot. Here’s most of the books. Some of them I had to stop because it was getting too much and confusing, but I keep ‘em all nice and stacked up because there’s no more room on the shelves. So take a look! Do you recognize any books? (Can you even decipher what it says? lol). :D What’s your favorite book? Mine are the Chronicles of Narnia. Among others, like Pride nd Prejudice and so on.

~Kate

 

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Nature is a language

5 May

 

A MURMUR in the trees to note,
Not loud enough for wind;
A star not far enough to seek,
Nor near enough to find;

A long, long yellow on the lawn,
A hubbub as of feet;
Not audible, as ours to us,
But dapperer, more sweet;

A hurrying home of little men
To houses unperceived, –
All this, and more, if I should tell,
Would never be believed.

Of robins in the trundle bed
How many I espy
Whose nightgowns could not hide the wings,
Although I heard them try!

But then I promised ne’er to tell;
How could I break my word?
So go your way and I’ll go mine, –
No fear you’ll miss the road.

~Emily Dickinson

 

 

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A Forest Adventure…

19 Apr

..I was at my dad’s house this past week for Easter, and one day I decided to go on a walk. He’s got a huge forest right behind his back yard and so I said to myself, “Kate, today you’re going to go on a little adventure.” So I put on my coat and shoes and started up the hill. There were several paths, leading to other places, but I chose the one that would lead me through a darker part of the forest, where the trees grow close together.

It was a small path and in front of me I saw a woman with her dog. She was walking before him, so she couldn’t see when he stopped in his tracks, turned around towards me and faked an “attack”. I’m not kidding! I was pretty scared. Although I like dogs, this dog didn’t seem like a nice one… I was so scared, that I turned right around and walked the other way! Now that I think about it, it sounds hilariously ridiculous, so laugh if you wish. ;)

Anyway, I kept walking, down the path, sort of in a circle, when I spied the same dog and its owner! I’m not a whimp. But, in this case, well let’s just say I kind of was. :D So, I ran up a hill that didn’t even have a path (basically I was running through trees and bushes) when I spotted a little protecting “woodhouse” that somebody had evidently made. I hid behind it, but then kept running when I noticed another mini tipi, made of wood. I waited there until the dog was gone and then ran back down to the path and kept walking. I walked a long time, up a lot of hills and through sunny forests. Then I got to a little bench that I sat on for a while, contemplating about life’s big questions. When I had gotten up again and made my way down the hill and chosen a path I thought I knew (always a hint during a story), I soon found myself more or less lost. The sun had vanished and left behind gloominess. Shortly after that, it started raining. I searched for a lookout to see if I could spot my dad’s house and eventually found one. It was very eerie, as I seemed to be the only person in the forest, but I knew God was there with me. I looked out over the tree tops, but didn’t see anything, so I proceeded to follow my chosen path. I saw a narrow path that forked off and had evidently not been used often. I quickly made up my mind and took it, as it seemed to be a short cut through the woods. As I took the new path, I hurried, because it started to rain and it was dark. After a while I came to a place where a huge tree had fallen down on the path and I had to go around it. I was starting to worry whether I would find my way home again! But, surprisingly, after I had turned a corner, I found myself in a familiar place and was able to find my way back home.

Phew! That was quite an adventure, but on anygiven day I would gladly do it again!

~Kate

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What I’ve been up to!

4 Apr

Well, as you can see I’ve been gone quite a while, but I haven’t been bored! So, this is what I’ve been doing, in case your wondering. ;)

Chocolate cake!

Chocolate cake!

I love to bake (sorry the picture isn’t clear, but I kinda like it). :)

 

Having sleepovers ♥

Having sleepovers ♥

This is a friend of mine from church (Nala).

Sewing projects

Sewing projects

GARDENING!

GARDENING!

Yes, I love to garden. :) These are plain old daisies that I wanted in my room to brighten it up. Of course, there’s also plenty of school stuff, but at the moment I’m on spring break! YAY! :D

~Kate

 

 

Scrumdiddlyumptious Friends!

22 Feb

Well, this post was going to have to come, sooner or later. Haha. :D Anyway, these are some friends of mine that I haven’t seen for two and a half years! And, believe it or not, eventhough there is an ocean separating us, they are my best friends. Alright, here they are, the fabulous, the wonderful, the charming…. :

Our Spare Oomers!

My dear friends, I hope to visit you as soon as possible. But until then, I have got these old, but loverly pictures to tide me over. :) Here they are:

 

To the untrained eye, it may look like we were using a background feature on my computer. But we were, in fact, on the beach of the Great River of Narnia, near Cair Paravel.

To the untrained eye, it may look like we were using a background feature on my computer. But we were, in fact, on the beach of the Great River of Narnia, near Cair Paravel.


Look at us! We (or at least I) look so different.

Look at us! We (or at least I) look so different.

Proper ladies, don't you think?

Proper ladies, don't you think?

 

Ha ha ha! :D Look at Judy's hands covering Meg's eyes! And Emma and Lizbelle! And Lolly! Hahaha. THat is too funny.

Ha ha ha! :D Look at Judy's hands covering Meg's eyes! And Emma and Lizbelle! And Lolly! Hahaha. That is too funny.

 

And of course! How could I not include Susan with her bow and arrow?

And of course! How could I not include Susan with her bow and arrow?

 

Oh, I say. What english facial expressions!

Oh, I say. What english facial expressions!

 

Alas! A picture of Annie and I. What a cutie she is! :D

Alas! A picture of Annie and I. What a cutie she is! :D

 

And where, ladies, would we be without the ladylike excuse for escaping an uncomfortable situation?

And where, ladies, would we be without the ladylike excuse for escaping an uncomfortable situation?


I hope you enjoyed them! Oh my goodness, I have been looking at these pictures for years and I still never tire of them. They are a joy and comfort when I want to remember good times. Thank you for everything, my dearest friends!

~Kate

 

Dwelling in the Secret Wonderland

9 Feb

“Come and follow me, up the path to the brilliant sun. You know you want to come; just take my hand and I’ll lead you there. Listen to the winds, let them talk to you, let them play with your hair and turn it into a wonderful game of a tangled mess.” He said.

 ”Look at the flowers coming out of the earth on the side of the hill, peeking their little heads out of the grounds like little meerkats. I put them there, just for you to delight in.” He said, smiling.

“Can you see it? Can you see it, scouring the trees, looking for a peephole to shine through?” she said, tugging his sleeve. “Yes, my love. Yes, I can.” He answered.

“Look, we’re almost there, darling. Just a little further.” The weather has changed, the sun almost entirely disappearing.

“Tempting, isn’t it? But we shall not even touch it. It is poisonous and we shall save it only to use against the trolls, so beware, dear one.” He said gravely.

“Now all we need to do is pass an old hut, framed by this fence, adjoining this path. It is invisible and only we can see it. Don’t you want to believe it?”, he said, staring passionately into the now blue again and hazy sky.

“There she is!” she exclaimed. “What a sight.” “Lose yourself in the wonderful glare of it all, let yourself be engulfed by it’s warmness. Let it become a part of your soul, so when troubled waters arise, you are ready.” He answered, looking lovingly into her deep sea green eyes.

You’ll go forth a little stronger
With a fresh supply of grace,
If each day you meet the Savior
In a secret, quiet place. —Adams

~Kate

Ecclesiastes 12:1-3

“Don’t let the excitement of youth cause you to forget your Creator. Honor him in your youth before you grow old and say, ‘Life is not pleasant anymore.’ Remember him before the light of the sun, moon, and stars is dim to your old eyes, and rain clouds continually darken your sky. Remember him before your legs—the guards of your house—start to tremble; and before your shoulders—the strong men—stoop. Remember him before your teeth—your few remaining servants—stop grinding; and before your eyes—the women looking through the windows—see dimly.” (NLT)
Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it. C. S. Lewis
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