Cranberries, navel orange, a Granny Smith apple, chopped. add 1/2c sugar and stir. Chill.
Some people prefer fresh cranberry sauce, some like the ribbed cylinder of Cranberry jelly from the can. Some put cranberries in a jello mixture. What they remember from childhood.
Cranberry relish, raw. Yes or no?
Or perhaps you don’t like cranberries in any form.
Cranberries, a navel orange, a Granny Smith Apple.
Maybe it’s because it’s so long or sharp like a sword and could make cutting remarks? Important to remember to hold one’s tongue and not speak on occasions where your advice isn’t wanted.
I’ve seen a lot of these plants lately.
Dracaena trifasciata is a species of flowering plant in the family Asparagaceae, native to tropical West Africa from Nigeria east to the Congo. It is most commonly known as the snake plant, Saint George’s sword, mother-in-law’s tongue, and viper’s bowstring hemp, among other names. Wikipedia
Seen in Lenox Massachusetts at Lenox Coffee Columbus Ohio Seen in windows in Columbus
Thank you for stopping by the blog today and please know I’m grateful for your making time to look at the photo of the day.
I received two lovely Thanksgiving cards, the bottom l and r. Thanks dc and Carrie, two wonderful blog followers. (The other 4 cards I bought to send out- didn’t get them mailed. 😥)Thank you to my dear friend for this thoughtful card ❤️
A loving husband, father of three, and a proud grandfather. A brother, a teacher, a gifted musician, gardener, and woodworker.
And our beloved cousin.
Cousin Paul R. Van Sickle, photographed June 2017
We’ve just returned home after celebrating Paul’s life during a Memorial Service at Trinity Episcopal Church in Lenox, Massachusetts last Saturday the 20th. Paul would have loved all the music- the singing, the playing of the organ. It was beautiful. Poignant.
The cousins drove in from Vermont, Illinois, Ohio, Pennsylvania and New York. After the service we gathered together at his home to share stories and memories.
Paul built his workshop
I felt moved as I entered Paul’s workshop, behind his home, and inhaled the scent of wood. He could repair things, too. See his tools all lined up? His grandfather’s toolbox on the bench. There’s a wooden toy box in my home that Paul crafted for my son, Mark.
A panorama of his workshop
Paul was a master musician, organist and vocalist. He had a beautiful singing voice. I remember his playing our family piano when he’d visit our home. J.S.Bach was a favorite composer.
Paul’s favorite cookies were my mom’s recipe for Sour Cream Cookies. His wife Susan baked them for the family gathering after the service. My mother baked them for a Paul in the sixties when he’d visit our home. That kitchen was in Morris Plains, New Jersey and he’d visit when he was on leave from the US Army -Ft. Dix, New Jersey.
A sprinkle of cinnamon sugar on top, a pinch of nutmeg in the dough. A soft sugar cookie, moist from the addition of sour cream. Here’s a photo from June 1974. Paul and his daughter Amy at my wedding.
It’s hard to sum up a life in a few words. Paul was a blog follower and told me one time I was a little heavy on the photos showing decay. You know those abandoned buildings and discarded furniture pieces, the garbage I post? 😂 We’re going to miss his laughter, his kindness, his generous heart- full of love for all of us.
