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The quest for camp pizza

We have a 4th of July tradition, Dutch Oven Pizza. It began in the summer of 2015 when we could not afford to turn the key in our vehicle knowing that we could not afford to refill the tank. Determined to not feel depressed or to go on government assistance, we had an awesome year. Summer was the best. That was when we began The great Dutch Oven Pizza Cook Off. That was when I first discovered overnight Pizza Dough. It occurred to us that this would be perfect for camp pizza. Not that there is anything wrong with Trader Joe’s pizza dough. It is inexpensive and quite good. But a family of pizza makers ought to be able to make their own pizza dough.

I’ve lost the recipe we originally used (the guy is famous for having Labradors, I think he lives in Connecticut and has built an outdoor pizza oven from stacked bricks and cement stones) Here is a recipe that comes close…. more to follow.

Overnight Refrigerator Pizza Dough from One Lovely Life


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Celebrate Something!

March 17th is a minor big deal to meSo much to choose from, especially this year (2018) the weather looks like it will be beautiful.

Gram'ma's Cup March 17, 2018

Gram’ma (or maybe great grandma’s) tea cup. Mint green with pink for… everything!

Saint Patrick’s Day

selfie, March 17, 2018 Most of America puts on something green, drinks green beer or maybe has a green milkshake. My own children loved this day. So do I. As a child my mother would tell us that she was Swedish, and the Swede’s wear orange, not green. As a child, school children were serious about giving a good pinch to anyone who did not wear something green on March 17th. My mother is kind and had mercy on us. We always wore green despite her objection to the Irish (?).

My Husband is Scottish. The Scotts also wear orange on March 17th. My sons are almost militant about this. My youngest is deeply in love with a very Irish woman whom we all fell in love with. So this year, I’m all about orange and Kelly-green.

The New Moon

Pink March 17, 2018 In Hebrew, the month is Nisan which apparently indicates that creation has come into bud, new life is about to begin. It is also the month of Aviv, which has to do with barley being in full head but green. In America, we take the name the eastern native-American tribes give this moon cycle, calling it by the romantic name, The Pink Moon, which I’ve read has to do flowering trees. Wherever the name comes from, it is all about Spring!

Pea Planting Season Ray and I built a structure for our Peas yesterday. I usually plant peas on the 17th of March (no matter what the weather), but pushed it ahead a day because this year the 17th is Sabbath and the 18th is not a day not a day for dirt in my fingernails. I planted half a row of Cascadia Snap Peas and half a row of Maestro Shelly Peas. Both are semi-dwarf, meaning that they do need something to climb but they only get about 4-feet tall. Even being a pea hater (exception made for fresh snap peas with plenty of ranch), Ray came and made a chick-wire tunnel to discourage birds and really lazy squirrels. I’ll get back to you in 5 to 14 days with baby pictures.

Shabbat Shalom

Luke March 17, 2018 And Happy New Year, New Moon. It may sound busy, but it is still all about rest in the Almighty and His word. This Parsha (reading) is called VAYIKRA (and He called)

Levitus 1:1 — 6:7 with Ex 12:1-20

Ezekiel 45:16 — 46:18 and Hebrews 10:1-18 and 13:10-15.

It is also the first day on the religious calendar. A day of new beginnings. And, as mentioned earlier, the New Moon, so watch for the waxing (growing) crescent moon. When it is full it will be Passover, start getting ready!

March the 17th, Sleep the 18th!

March 7, 2015 (3) Cake My favorite reason for March 17th? It’s the day before my birthday. Thanks to my mom for always making it a special day. I’ll be 61 this year and it still feels special. Ray is the one who makes it a special these days. So do my children. My brother even sent me a text offering to buy me a drink.

My Peas are all planted, so I am free to do whatever I want to do. I am blessed!

Debs at the Toy Box Urban Farm

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Up Potting Special Sweet Peas

On January 25th my sister-in-law had her last radiation treatment. Hallelujah! 

Sweet Peas March 4
First, I need to get this out of the way… I hate the multi-million dollar cancer treatment cartel as much as I hate cancer. I could not say that while my sister was getting her treatments. I respect the road she chose. I fully support her. Now that she is done, I can say what I feel. Done!

Sweet Peas March 4, 2018 I wanted to do something to mark the moment. I am a simple woman. When I say I am simple, I mean that I am not clever or talented. I know how to embroider but I do not do other crafts, so something cute and crafty was out. I have a talent for making fussy cookies (who doesn’t?) but sugar feeds cancer, so that was not an option. What could I possibly offer? What could I do?

Sweet Peas 5 March 4, 2018 I know how to push seeds into dirt!

In late January what was I going to plant for someone who is good at planting gardens. Humm, there probably wasn’t anything I could grow that would reflect well on my talent (pushing seeds into dirt) but never mind, I would plant something to celebrate “No More Radiation! But what, other then onions, can I grow? (who celebrates onions besides me?)

Sweet Peas 4 March 4, 2018 Sweet Peas! Peas don’t seem to mind cold weather or short days. They can handle a light freeze. I’ll grow sweet-peas! It was easy to find a dwarf variety to put into large pots. Little Sweetheart.

So into the deep-root break-away planters went a package of (soaked overnight in a wet paper towel) sweet pea seed. I waited.

Sweet Peas 3 March 4, 2018 Every year I think I have lost my green-thumb. Let seed stay hidden in the ground just a day or three longer then the early germination day and I start to panic. How did I kill the babies before they could even arch up out of the dirt?

Silly me, they always come up eventually. And my sweet peas did eventually come up. Bright and cheery! A promise of flowers to come. Maybe I’m not a killer of green life after all.

Sweet Peas 2 March 4, 2018 Today, I divided the little green plants into two nice, big planters. A heavy blue stone pot and a light weight foam planter that isn’t as difficult to pick up and move when I need to. One will probably go to Sheri’s beautiful house for the summer. I’m jazzed!

While I was at it, I planted a big planter of spring salad (with a viola to finish my salads!) and put a root-bound pot of crocuses into the side garden. What a great day!

Luke 1 March 4, 2018 I came in, washed up and sent a picture of the up-potted sweet peas to Sheri, letting her know that I am still celebrating! She shot a text right back at me letting me know that she is feeling like her old self again. She thought the pot of baby sweet peas looked great!

Oh, by the way…. she asked if I had heard that her mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer.

I have to remind myself that God is good even though cancer is a mean monster. He loves, He is merciful, and is coming again soon. I also remind myself that our tears are precious to him.

Debs in Everett, Washington… crying, praying, feeling strong and encouraged. Some times it is like a cycle, wash, rinse, repeat. Even so, it is well with my soul.

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Day 5; Sweet Onion

Celebrating Ten Hours of Daylight, 2018

Sweet Onion February 14, 2018
Today is Valentine’s Day. The plan was to find a place to go bird watching, make a fire in our bio-stove and stir-fry lunch. Ray, who loves sweet onions as much as a person can love onions, suggested that we go to Mt Vernon, Washington to the Natural Foods Co-op, who are known to offer local, organic seed selections. Score! They had the Sweet Onion we were looking for, Ailsa Craig. They are now in a pot in the greenhouse, I’ll get back to you on their progress in 4 to 14 days.

Lake McMurry February 14, 2018 Did I mention that it is Valentine’s Day? Neither of us feel very well yet, but we did not want to let the day go by un-celebrated. We had lunch, we had binoculars and cameras, we even had a place, Lake McMurry, on the way home from Mt Vernon (skip the freeway). We also had slush and the trailing edge of the flue we had last week. Our heads ache. I got out long enough to let Rudy stretch his legs before getting right back into the truck, where both of us decided to bag it, go home, eat our cheese and crackers in bed and get over these headaches before Bible study tonight. It was a good decision, AND I got a pot of those sweet onions into a pot.

Selfie, February 14, 2018 The weird part of today? We enjoyed ourselves. We like being together. Lord willing, there will be other bird watching days, other picnics, but there is no one else for either of us.

Hope you made someone smile, knowing they are loved by you today. Maybe tomorrow I will start celery and celeriac, Happy Valentine’s Day

Debs in Everett, Washington

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Mukilteo Birding

October 23 2017 birding journal
Ray spilled a little bit of chicken scratch and the Junco’s were having a party outside of my kitchen window. A flash of blue drew my gaze to the fence where my old friends, the Steller’s Jays sat in the sun.

I’ve loved Steller’s Jays since our days in the mountains when they used to pull my newly sprouted peas out of the ground just because they could. These are birds who just want to have some fun. All I had to do to save my pea crop was to put up my pole bean tee-pi while it was still too cold for beans and hang a mesh bag of peanuts from it. It was fun watching them working peanuts out of the mesh (If you try this at home, make sure the mesh is just big enough for the peanuts to come through but not so big that the birds get their heads stuck in the bag.) Problem solved.

In the midst of memory lane, Ray joined me at the kitchen window. After watching our visitors for a little while, he asked if I would like to drive down to the beach to do a little birding. He didn’t have to ask twice. We grabbed cameras and binoculars, leashed up Rudy and we were off.

Bomber 4 The summer of 2017 we spent many evenings at the beach near Mukilteo just to enjoy the sunset while we walked the dogs, all because of my wanky hip. The paved path is level, the parking is free and there was always something interesting to see. Driving down the winding lane that leads to the beach, I started feeling that pain of not having Bomber with us… again. Thought I had put that to bed, but there I was, tears seeping out. It didn’t last long, but we did make a decision to walk on the beach instead of along the walk way. It was lovely but there were not many birds. On the water we could see California Gulls and Cormorants (they were too far away to know what kind). There wasn’t much. Rudy kept the crows away. We have always encouraged him to chase crows out of the garden, so when he spots one anywhere, he is off! A small flock of sparrows flit around the brush that grows near the fence. There was also a small bird who flew by with a flash of pale yellow belly teasing us but not letting us get a bead on her (from the camera, not a gun scope).

Standing on the rip-rap, watching a couple of sea lions who came up to look around, I saw two Spotted Towhees on the rocks. That was fun. After chatting with a couple of other dog walkers we loaded ourselves back into the truck and started back up the road that leads home. We couldn’t help but notice a two ladies standing at the edge of the road with their cameras aimed at an old dead tree. We knew right away what they were getting a picture of, one of the Bald Eagles that hangs near the waterfront. Great final find!

Debs in Everett, WA who spent some time praying through Psalm 54 this morning.

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Sometimes life is like that

I love to do research. I like taking notes, chasing a down a word or idea to find out what the author means, how the word interacts with the text, how it affects my life. Often, when I am done with my research I like to move on to the next project. It takes a lot of discipline for me to write a report or essay when I am done with the study part. It takes even more discipline for me to edit that first writing, type it up and post it. Then there are always the embarrassing bloopers I find when I read the essay on line. More editing. Sometimes life is like that.

Yesterday, after doing all my research on the section of Ephesians I was working on, I needed to sit down and write it out. When I was still a teacher I gave myself permission to skip this step because of limited time. I’m not a teacher any more. So there I was, in my fresh clean office, staring at a blank page. Now what? Sometimes life is like that.

There was prayer. There was coffee and a favorite pen (favorite today anyway, a girl needs variety), and that clean, blank page. It reflected nothing back at me, it gave no inspiration, it just waited for me. Sometimes life is like that.

I am surrounded by books in my office, books that were once blank pages. Part of the space is pantry space where most of the food is simple, waiting for my decision to make something wonderful from dry beans, simple tomato sauce or barley. It isn’t enough to find a recipe or to soak the beans (I do love my Instant Pot), I have to heat up the stove, rub herbs in my palms to release their essence and decide if that scent goes with this scent to effect the outcome. My space is full of color, bits of paper, stuffed animals, drawings and pictures, multi colored files, gel pens, ink pens, pencils. They are nothing until they decorate and highlight an idea. Everything has potential but it is only potential until something is created. Even the gray of pencil lead or the dull yellow of pasta has potential, but first it has to be sharpened and scraped on paper… or dropped in to a boiling pot of water to soften. Sometimes life is like that.

It is true, I’ve been fired from a job that I loved. The person who fired me is someone my husband and I love. It was horrible, I felt shame. There were those moments when I wondered if I had been better at my job if I could have kept it. There were moments of thinking, I never want to see those people again! Then a moment later I would be praying for them with grace that only the Almighty could fill me with, I want the school to thrive! I want the staff to minister. I want a ministry! My life has become like a blank page.

Thank you to all of you who have sent me messages, asking if I’m ok. Some of you expressed your rage at the school and Christian people in general (I am one). You helped me work through what I was feeling and let it go. Some of you told me that you have gone through these things and assured me that it gets better. The ice cream was wonderful Ray! I am especially thankful for the prayers. That was HUGE!

Once I decided on a verb and a noun my page quickly filled up with an essay that almost wrote itself. I say almost because I was prepared for this. It was satisfying. Now I just need to type it up and post it. I’m ready for the next idea to chase, a new adventure. Sometimes life is like that.

Debs …just breathing, waiting on the Almighty, thinking of a noun and a verb. August 23, 2017

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Office Ready

Office/Pantry/Library got some long overdue attention. I got the school out of my space. I can hardly believe how dedicated to fun and efficient for school the place had become. Two trash loads of just paper work (and I have not even gone through my files yet.) With everything I took down or threw away I felt like my life was coming back. I hurt a little (ok, a lot) and there is still more to do, but it’s a great start.

August 22, 2017

Today there is a study in Ephesians to finish, and the view outside of my window, YUCK. I’ve got to tidy up the deck. More clean up in the garden (there is a BERRY big mess!) Some amazing smelling apples to bake. AND it’s Taco Tuesday!

It’s gonna be a great day.

Debs…. survived the Eclipse, August 22, 2017


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