Yesterday I saw a tire cover on the back of a jeep that read “life is good”. Then today, a bookmark I used had the words “count your blessings”. It is very apparent to me that no matter the day you’re having, if you look around, you will find something good.
For instance, if it’s hot and muggy and you see dark storm clouds brewing, you know there’s bound to be rain soon and hopefully a reprieve in the heat.
Or you notice it’s getting dark outside and you step out and catch a beautiful sunset.
Often times I get up in the morning after having a restless night. I sit down for my quiet time in prayer and bible study and a lot of times after I lift my head from prayer I look out the window in front of me and see the dew glistening on the grass. Peace… in that moment complete peace is what I find.
So look for something good each day. The way you see things directs your way.
How do you stay positive?
On my quest to lose several pounds, I have made changes to my plate size. Maybe it sounds crazy, but using a smaller plate helps me.
I guess it’s like fooling your eye into thinking you’re filling your plate when you have half of what you normally eat. In the past 10 1/2″ plates were used for our meals. I’ve switched my plate to the smaller plate of 8 1/2″. It looks like a full plate, and it is, but smaller portions than before (except maybe the biscuit, which was only half eaten).
The habit where less seems like more when it comes to my meals, is beginning to set in unless of course, I skip a meal or something. That’s when I need to be careful.
Okay, moving on…
The carcass of the chicken, which was roasted for the meal, was sitting in the roasting pan and the thought of making stock came to mind.
So the carcass and left over juices were put into a large pot, onion and carrots were added along with black pepper and Greek seasoning. Water was added and everything was brought to a boil then the heat was turned down to let it simmer for a few hours.
Once it has cooked and reduce down, all the big pieces will be removed with a slotted spoon. Then it will be strained through a sieve to remove any of the smaller pieces. The stock will be cooled down and put it in the fridge.
In the morning when all the fat has solidified on top of the stock, I will remove the fat and discard it. The stock will be put in ice-cube trays to freeze. Once it is frozen in cubes, it will go into a freezer bag to use later. The stock will last a few months in the freezer.
The reason for making the stock is because I’ll know what and how much goes into it. Unlike something I buy at a store.
What are some things you cook at home to make sure you know what’s going in?
The other night as the moon was rising I tried to get some pics of the orange color from the sunset with it.
The full moon is just a beautiful sight to me.
These pictures aren’t the best but the moon was truly beautiful that night.
A full moon lights up the night so that the clouds, mountains and open fields are highlighted.
The full moon inspires stories in everything from Christmas to romance, comedy, and horror.
Have you ever noticed children and adults are more “energetic” when there’s a full moon?
There’s just something about the full moon…
It’s a rainy morning this morning.
Question: Does rain put you at ease like these little calm chicks…
Or, does the rain make you uneasy and ready to squawk like these little chicks?
The sun is setting and lighting bugs are flitting about as I make my way across the grassy field. The smell of fresh cut wheat fields dances on the wind…
The circus is in town.
I see the big top tent with its small yellow lights outlining it against the sky. I hear lions roar and elephants trumpet and the closer I get I can hear the ring master shout “Come one, Come all!” The crowd closes in as I draw near. Breaking free from the crowd, I make my way to a lemonade stand.
Fresh lemonade, there’s nothing better in the summer months. Standing there sipping the cold tart sweet lemonade takes me back to younger days. Days when I heard the locusts and frogs sing at night, when I would chase those fireflies I see flitting around. Fond memories.
I make my way back to the tent and step in. The smell of animals mixed with the sweaty crowd assaults me as the tent flap cuts off any breeze that is blowing. I can see cigarette flares in the darkness as smoke rises towards the top of the tent.
Laughter fills the air as some clowns roll into the center ring. Some are doing cartwheels and flips, some are juggling and then some are just running around. Then a tiny car drives in. How do so many clowns fit in that small car? I’ve always wondered about that.
©2016 Sonia R. Parham