Quince Jellies

     My daddy had a huge quince tree in the garden behind his house, and they would fall and crack your head open while you picked the fruits off the ground. I love to fill a big bowl with them and smell the fragrance during Thanksgiving.  Hardly anyone even knows what they are anymore.
     Of course, years ago, backyard quince trees were common. People would cultivate them to harvest the fruit for cooking in pies or preserves. Inedible raw, and looking like a cross between a pear and a golden apple, quince cook up sweet, with a vibrant rose color and a floral aroma and flavor. These days you can still find an odd tree here and there in backyards of older houses, though chances are the owners don't know the culinary delights available in these hard yellow fruit.
      I made some quince jelly today, and it is delicious and very pretty.

                            I think the jellies will make good gifts for my sisters and my brother.
We have all had the chance to be bonked on the head while picking up a quince or two with Daddy.

Christmas At Our House

              We have got the decorations up for Christmas 2010 at our house and it looks pretty good!

                                            The stockings are hung by the chimney with care...

Parades on MY BIRTHDAY...Cause I am special

   This year there will be parades on my birthday, and my favorite Parade balloon is Underdog.

Bewitched By October

Who isn't Bewitched by October? The orange pumpkins, the candy corn, the scary movies on the Chiller Channel?

 My sister and I just loved watching Samantha Stevens when we were younger, seemed so simple to wiggle your nose for any problem solver.  Being a beauty didn't hurt either.

Anniversary Trip to Gatlinburg

We had a wonderful time!

27 Years,,,and counting

27 years, yes our Anniversary is this month.  I found this Irish poem online and wanted to share it.   

Marry when the year is new, always loving, kind, and true.
When February birds do mate, you may wed, nor dread your fate.
If you wed when March winds blow, joy and sorrow both you'll know.
Marry in April when you can, joy for maiden and for man.
Marry in the month of May, you will surely rue the day.
Marry when June roses blow, over land and sea you'll go.
They who in July do wed, must labor always for their bread.
Whoever wed in August be, many a change are sure to see.
Marry in September's shine, your living will be rich and fine.
If in October you do marry, love will come but riches tarry.
If you wed in bleak November, only joy will come, remember.
When December's rain fall fast, marry and true love will last.  

Vintage Soft Drinks

These Vintage Soft Drinks are the bomb!  My husband starts craving a NU-Grape every now and then and buys us some of these old-fashioned pops, the metal lids are screw-ons but that first sip really takes me back to a front porch rocker, hair still wet from swimming at Mr. Rainwater's pond.