Picnicking in the Country

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Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Picnicking in the Country

Lovely summer Sunday! We went to a church potluck on the beautiful grounds of Enfield Farms! The Enfields are local berry growers. They have the prettiest place around for gatherings. It's tucked away in a large stand of fir trees, flanked by rolling pasturelands with ponds and windmills. Not only did the Enfields offer this beautiful pastoral setting; but they barbequed salmon for the whole congregation! Yum!

Enfield Farm

Potlucking in the woods

Do Not Feed the Bears!

Aawwww, Shucks!

How about a push?

Potlucks are my favorite way to dine...it's like going to an all-you-can-eat restaurant but the food is much better. Church ladies can cook...and that's a fact! You have to try everything at a potluck...it's required. After all, how would "Elsie" feel if you didn't try her special recipe for cherry crisp? Best not to risk offending anyone; eat everything. Counting calories at a potluck...forget it! I did however, take a lovely salad of mixed greens and mandarin oranges with home-made dressing that is both tasty and healthy. I got the recipe at the the Sisters Cafe blog; http://www.thesisterscafe.com/2011/05/green-salad-orange-dressing This recipe is easy and doesn't have too many ingredients...just my style. Since we have a superabundance of spinach, lettuce, kale, and radishes in our garden right now; this was a great way to share some of our bounty.

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3 comments:

allisamazing said...: What a beautiful setting for a picnic!; July 9, 2012 at 5:41 AM
ellen b. said...: That really is a lovely setting for a picnic/potluck!; July 9, 2012 at 8:00 AM
trump said...: I ditto that being a great place for a picnic. Richard; July 9, 2012 at 12:15 PM

I Am From

I Am From...

by Debora Rorvig

I am from a lumber mill worker’s company house
with peeling paint and a sidewalk made of two by fours.
From faded flannel shirts that smell of pine and cedar boughs.

I am from Mason Jars of homed-canned pears,
from Dairygold milk with cream on top
in bottles on the porch.

I am from a garden plot with rows and rows of golden corn
that always wanted hoeing,
and from atop the highest branches of the Gravenstein apple tree in the Attolini’s orchard-
with apple juice dripping from my chin.

I am from saurkraut and wooden shoes-
the Millers and the Youngedykes,
and from the lively Scottish clan
who wear the McKinnon tartan.

From farmers and woodsmen
plain folk all,
who’s hands were calloused hard
but who’s hearts were tender-soft.

I am from ‘what will the neighbors think’
and ‘if you can’t say something nice,
don’t say anything at all.’

From saints and sinners who didn’t see eye to eye
but loved each other anyway,
and in their own way.

I am from the Western shores of Washington
strewn with agates, kelp and driftwood,
from Steelhead salmon, salty smoked
and chowder made from clams we dug
at Semiahmoo spit.

I am from my mother Ruby,
who taught me how to sew
on the old Singer treadle machine;
and told me all about my heritage.

And from my daddy, Raymond Claude
who took me nightcrawler hunting in the moonlight
and showed me how to bait my hook
and fish along the Nooksack River’s edge.

I am from an ancient, tattered Holy Bible kept safely on the upper shelf
with pictures of Jesus Christ
and a letter edged in black- carefully tucked inside.
There are births and deaths recorded there,
and a poem by great- great grandfather Alexander Laughlin Mckinnon
who I never met--and yet I know him
better than some I’ve met.

Precious is that Book to me.

And that is where I am from.

My Life List

*Seek first the Kingdom
*Never stop dreaming
*Make a difference in my students' lives
*Create alternate streams of income to fund my goals
*Dress with flair
*Master virbrato on my violin
*Try cross country skiing in Eastern Washington
*Lose those extra pounds and be healthy
*Be more active in my church
*Stop fearing things, people and confrontation; say what I think
*Stop Hurrying
*Inspire my grandchildren
*Own a Cottage on the Beach
*Live the Word
*Memorize the Book of Hebrews
*Find the perfect hairdo
*Be myself
*Look up old friends and make new ones
*Remodel the kitchen and bathroom
*Make my garden lovely
*Sleep under the stars in the desert and hear coyotes howl
*Write and publish a book(s)
*Travel toRio de Janiero, Cape Breton, South of France, Italy,Scotland, Wales, UK, Ireland, Norway, Turks & Caicos, New York City and the Eastern Seaboard; The Deep South, Africa

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Picnicking in the Country

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