It’s a day made for burrowing.
Brisk and damp outdoors.
Made for wearing fuzzy slippers indoors.
It’s August 13, 2012
…and only 62 degrees fahrenheit in Central Illinois.
Fall is in the air.
Hallelujah!
~ Janean
It’s a day made for burrowing.
Brisk and damp outdoors.
Made for wearing fuzzy slippers indoors.
It’s August 13, 2012
…and only 62 degrees fahrenheit in Central Illinois.
Fall is in the air.
Hallelujah!
~ Janean
the stars are out tonight
I thought you’d want to know
Orion is still standing sentry
the mighty hunter
in the night sky
he’s fading though
as the earth orbits the sun
the starscape changes
with the seasons
but that’s the constellation I know
the one I’m sure of
without guessing
will keep an eye out
maybe two
as he disappears
with the coming of Spring
until late Fall
when he arrives
to hunt once more
the three stars in his belt
twinkling on diagonal
yes, he’s the one I know
My mom’s spice tea is one of my favorite tastes of fall and winter. I started my day by making a big pot of it – even though I’m the only one in my house who likes it. It’s Comfort Food for me – in liquid form. My mom made it rarely when I was growing up. I remember spice tea on Christmas morning, snow days and when she’d host her evening card group a few times a year. Sometimes I even got to take the left over to school in my thermos. When you make it, the cinnamon and cloves make the whole house smell good and everything feel all right – inside and out. Happy New Year’s Eve Day, as my father wished me in an early morning e-mail. ~ Janean
Spice Tea
2 cups sugar
2 dozen cloves (or less)
2 cups water
2 or 3 cinnamon sticks
Boil together 15 minutes
Pour 8 cups boiling water over 6 tea bags (or 2 Family Size tea bags), let stand
Add to sugar mixture when brewed
Then add: 4 Tablespoons lemon juice, 1/2 can frozen undiluted orange juice. Add 4 cups boiling water. Simmer, do no boil
Extra can be stored in the refrigerator overnight and reheated the next day. You may want to remove the cloves before storing because their flavor gets stronger if left in overnight.
My sister told me once with a wink that this recipe was supposed to be a secret, but I think it’s meant to be shared.

the beauty of patches
is that they cover the tear
reinforcing the fabric
making it stronger
to endure
the next time you fall
and the next
until the fabric is torn again
and it’s time
for another patch
and yes
it applies
to people too
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles

baby mine
I love you so
my daughter
mine to raise
alone
just you and me
out in the world
we’ll dance in the rain
splash in puddles
and jump in leaf piles
in the fall
we’ll throw snowballs
make snowmen
and swing so high
on the swings
in the park
we’ll pick bouquets
in Grandma’s garden
chase butterflies
by day
and fireflies
by night
laying in a hammock
we’ll watch the clouds
move across
the summer sky
we’ll laugh
skip
and fill one another up
with joy
I’m smiling as I write
this poem for you
my daughter
about to be born
due one month from today
these promises
I make to you
we will go adventuring
I will be there
always
loving you
my firstborn
child of whimsy,
romance, laughter and love
Ella Bella will you be
now and forevermore
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles
jayarrarr’s story about Ella Bella:
http://jayarrarr.tumblr.com/post/13708111427/ella-bella
jayarrarr’s Ella Bella Poem Challenge:
http://jayarrarr.tumblr.com/post/13709329881/ella-bella-challenge