tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54903674378431463572012-01-28T10:17:07.363-07:00Mama Craft"To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter; to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring - these are some of the rewards of the simple life." John BurroughsSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.comBlogger2991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-4426354740717972592012-01-27T12:29:00.001-07:002012-01-27T13:07:34.370-07:00drive
Sometimes I like to get in my car and just drive. It doesn't really matter where. Just somewhere else... away from the everyday that encompasses me.
The picture above was taken somewhere in between Calgary and Kananaskis Country. I'm not sure where I was... but I really didn't need to know. See that majestic mountain peek it's head over the rolling hills on the horizon. A reminder Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-68803907169876093992012-01-22T15:27:00.000-07:002012-01-22T15:51:01.000-07:00there is joy in how your mouth dances with your teeth
"There is joy in how your mouth dances with your teeth.
Your smile is a sign of how sacred your life truly is."Anis Mojgani
I hope you watch this video. I came across it on Facebook today via To Write Love on Her Arms.
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-3627690046917595372012-01-21T14:33:00.000-07:002012-01-21T14:36:17.043-07:00a sleeping giant
A sleeping giant... standing ominously in this frozen terrain.
If you look hard you can see the shape of a dragon appear between the branches.
Look a little longer and the story will reveal itself.
...a little daydreaming this weekend sounds good to me...
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-51298055449467292492012-01-12T15:22:00.000-07:002012-01-12T15:22:19.891-07:00morning sunrise through my windshield
My drive to work this morning took a turn for the better right around the time I saw this.
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-37997431097456738502012-01-12T12:26:00.002-07:002012-01-12T12:35:09.042-07:00good recipe for cold winter evenings
As much as I love winter, the cold days can take a lot out of a person. Days like today, when the temperature is well below freezing and there is that slight icy breeze blowing over you, make it hard to ever warm up. Cold hands ALL day... you know what I mean. So there is nothing like coming home and making something tasty and quick, that will warm you from the inside out. This recipe will do Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-77972351776325397452012-01-09T22:11:00.000-07:002012-01-09T22:11:41.606-07:00winter blue
The color of winter has always been blue for me. If you catch the sun at just the right angle, and the clouds roll through at the right time,even the snow will be blue for you.
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-43771509879288301552012-01-07T11:26:00.002-07:002012-01-07T11:35:23.835-07:00finally a new year post
And here it is, the 7th day of 2012, and I have yet to write a post for the new year. I apologize for the lack of posting here, but I haven't really been feeling it lately. And if you don't feel it, you can't write it. Not honestly anyway.
I hope these first few days of the year have found you filled with joy and optimism for the year to come.
As I do most years, I have chosen 'one little wordSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-53889369052332090682011-12-31T12:17:00.000-07:002011-12-31T12:17:20.794-07:00new years eve
Have a great one! May it be as completely adorable as this video.
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-13862757187886202072011-12-30T23:37:00.000-07:002012-01-09T22:37:36.369-07:00photos from the seasonSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-649171522455351492011-12-18T19:22:00.002-07:002011-12-18T19:23:42.994-07:00It doesn't feel much like Christmas...
It doesn't feel much like Christmas to me. Although, what is Christmas supposed to feel like?
When I was a kid, I don't remember this big, drawn out month (or more) build up toward this special day. I do not recall malls filled with gigantic decorations, or going to a hundred different Christmas craft fairs, or lines of people waiting to check out at the department stores. Maybe things were Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-57867463263444005192011-12-11T22:06:00.001-07:002011-12-11T22:20:47.634-07:00i love snow
"I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost."Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-60276351107638247652011-12-04T09:41:00.001-07:002011-12-04T10:01:02.987-07:00it is snowy outside my window today
A beautiful snowfall has covered us over night. Every roof top... every limb... ever needle on the pine tree is covered in a gorgeous blanket of white. Untouched as of now.
It is still too early to go explore outside (and too cold), so I shall stay warm and cozy in my home for just a while longer. A little coffee will hit the spot. When drinking coffee from a Christmas mug, you can not be Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-78316540747322527502011-11-30T10:05:00.001-07:002011-12-04T10:01:27.854-07:00dance vs powerpoint
I love this TED Talk. Dance vs Powerpoint. If you have time, watch it now. Or watch it later.
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-70810343393795762502011-11-29T14:50:00.001-07:002011-11-29T15:12:13.552-07:00'tis the season
One of my favourite things to do this time of year is to pull out the
Christmas boxes from beneath the stairs and rediscover all of the
magical little pieces they hold.
These little Santa themed nesting dolls were one of my first finds. My father brought these back for me from one of his business trips to Russia years ago. Adorable!
Some little tid bits... in Russia, Santa is known as Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-70850802915665133212011-11-15T19:50:00.001-07:002011-11-15T20:24:38.053-07:00little boy...
I have a little boy who is playing across the room from me right now. I say little, but he isn't very little anymore. He is almost up to my shoulder now, and weighs enough that I have a hard time carrying him to his room when he falls asleep on the couch. He isn't in to snuggles as much as he used to be, but can be convinced if Mama pouts a little. He brushes his own hair in the morning and Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-49177503679853158332011-11-12T13:28:00.001-07:002011-11-12T15:27:26.550-07:00waiting patiently...
We are waiting patiently today. They said it would be arriving this morning, but no sign as of yet. The air is cooling and the clouds are covering the sky. I can feel it coming... snow.
The barren trees are calling for it. They miss their blanket... not leaves this time of year, but glistening snow. It will wrap around their branches and hold them tight as they sleep 'till Spring.
Where are Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-11753612426478559152011-11-01T13:58:00.000-06:002011-11-12T15:28:13.957-07:00sweet november
"The wild gander leads his flock
through the cool night,
Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation:
The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer,
I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky."
~Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1855, I Celebrate
Myself, Line 238~
Ah November... welcome.
The busyness of October is behind us now (birthdays, Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-19117989405367453432011-10-28T18:33:00.000-06:002011-10-28T18:33:47.035-06:00stories cut from paper
This may very well be the most wonderful thing I have seen all week. Here, Béatrice Coron tells you how she creates "intricate worlds, cities and countries, heavens and hells" with scissors and paper.
The patience this must take... and the pure love she must have for this art form. Her words and enthusiasm makes me want to give it a go.
Béatrice's website is Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-48641567880991898542011-10-26T21:10:00.001-06:002011-10-26T21:10:58.937-06:00caramel applesNothing brings back memories of my childhood like caramel apples. I remember going to Halloween carnivals at my elementary school and having caramel apples before we went into the haunted house. They were so good! So today, J and I decided to make our own version.
We chose Granny Smith apples because they are J's favourite... and I love color pop they provide with their vibrant shade of green. Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-67125559194519119022011-10-16T11:14:00.000-06:002011-10-16T11:14:55.516-06:00old book smellVia here. Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-3371751125683045262011-10-05T19:31:00.007-06:002011-10-16T11:16:56.311-06:00appreciating that which is around usWe took a little drive just outside of town this afternoon. We had no specific reason other than needing something to do before Tennis practice started. Well, I am glad we did. Because on this rainy afternoon, we took some time to appreciate that which is around us.
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-4926257809010363652011-10-01T22:10:00.000-06:002011-10-01T22:10:55.680-06:00Altered BooksAs part of Alberta Art Days the Public Library has been offering some great little workshops. Today my bud Jennifer and I took an Altered Book Workshop. Artist Gary Olson, instructor at the Alberta College of Art and Design, and art student Amy Gaulin were our instructors today and did a wonderful job immersing us in the creative world of altered books.
Altering books is a clever and unique way Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-64285369548722920072011-09-20T15:08:00.000-06:002011-09-20T15:08:51.201-06:00alberta arts daysSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-46335342872750264432011-09-19T12:12:00.002-06:002011-09-19T12:15:42.002-06:00good things about the coming fallGood things about the coming Fall...The coolness of the little brook that runs through our neighborhood...
how I am always surprised when I first slip my toes into the water.
The early fire of the poplar trees I pass on my morning walks. They are always the first trees to start to turn... usually in August. How glorious the leaves are in their final days. The colors of papers and prints I getSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-37602060212312700422011-09-14T21:16:00.001-06:002011-09-14T21:16:53.013-06:00changing colors
"How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days."
~John Burroughs~It is beginning... the colors are changing. The leaves are turning from a deep, delicious green to their final firey yellow. There breeze that blows through these weeping limbs has a slight nip to it. Yes... Fall is on it's way. Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-44482915890554084362011-08-28T10:47:00.005-06:002011-09-02T16:51:21.216-06:00movie in the parkWe attended Movie in the Park on Friday night. This is an annual end of Summer (before school starts again) event held at a neighborhood park. The last hurrah! And it was at the most beautiful park. Big & gorgeous trees, soft grass and the most lovely lake as the backdrop. There is no other park quite like this one.
So we all picked our spots for the night, spread out our blankets, assembled ourSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-9433585166996448522011-08-20T11:30:00.000-06:002011-08-20T11:35:38.646-06:00love grows best in little housesWe live in a little house. Not tiny... but small compared to many people we know. We bought this house in 2002, when we had been married only 5 months. We were still newlyweds with our whole lives ahead of us, and we filled this little house with our hopes and dreams for the future. The following year one of those dreams came true and our little boy was born. We brought him home from the Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-91480200944884209702011-08-13T15:05:00.007-06:002011-08-13T15:23:35.900-06:00when i am among the treesWhen I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness, I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.Around me the trees stir in their leaves
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-82114503639631814092011-08-08T16:26:00.041-06:002011-08-08T17:25:21.346-06:00lazy summer daysI finally have a little time off this Summer. Working at a lake makes for long and busy days this time of year, but August always seems to slow down just enough so that I can take a little time off. So the boy and I have been getting in to all kinds of mischief... or really just enjoying some lazy time together.
The other day we made 'lava lamps'. Not lava at all, but a mixture of hot water, Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-86067764272524204712011-07-25T19:43:00.000-06:002011-07-25T19:43:37.711-06:00i want to stay"I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown,
for going out, I found, was really going in."
~John Muir~Being in nature is rather addicting. The hard part is making your way there sometimes... to where nature calls for you. Today she called from the foothills. And though there were a hundred things I needed to do in the city today, I went toward nature's call. And Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-72550260983572086562011-07-23T14:15:00.000-06:002011-07-23T14:27:04.680-06:00a shining light...A shining light from a far away place... that is how we enter this world. Raw and pure and filled with possibility. We grow and learn and become who we become. We choose our paths and take our chances that we will find our way through dense woods and around dark corners. Life is a struggle.
For most, the struggle is manageable. For others, the struggle is too much.
When I heard of Amy Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-30652539401269478122011-07-15T18:17:00.002-06:002011-07-16T10:12:52.743-06:00climb the mountains...Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you
as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
John Muirphoto taken in Banff National Park in Alberta, CanadaSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-83224478072873592712011-07-05T12:00:00.001-06:002011-07-05T12:05:44.587-06:00earth laughs in flowers Earth laughs in flowers. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson This was an especially giddy kind of day.
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-42101484576430408262011-06-30T15:18:00.004-06:002011-06-30T20:52:22.855-06:00good musicWe went to see Hawksley Workman last night.He was wonderful as always. Held in an old theatre here in downtown Calgary, the show was very small and intimate. Just Hawksley this time... no Mr. Lonely or band. But such a great performance.
If you get a chance, check out some of his music. You will love it.
This is an oldie but goodie.
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-23021160798828796362011-06-28T20:05:00.000-06:002011-06-28T20:05:10.959-06:00following tracksThere is something about a railroad track... ...that makes you want to follow where ever it may lead.
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-74351530025049484222011-06-25T00:00:00.002-06:002011-07-05T16:02:37.829-06:00a tea party
Find yourself a cup of tea; the teapot is behind you.
Now tell me about hundreds of things.
~Saki~
I can think of no better day than today .. no better time than now... for a little tea party.
It's almost time... wont you come and join us?
Enjoy a brownie or two... or maybe three.
There are little friends all around to keep us company.
Hand painted mushrooms are just the thing.
And a Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-7719434733741105342011-06-21T12:56:00.003-06:002011-06-21T13:42:04.238-06:00Happy Summer SolsticeTo see the Summer sky is poetry,
though never in a book it lie -
True poems flee.
~Emily Dickinson~ Then followed that beautiful season... Summer....
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~
Happy Summer Solstice friends. Enjoy every moment.Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-71845638476801912642011-06-15T17:05:00.000-06:002011-06-15T17:05:13.719-06:00it's raining...The view from my kitchen window... rain. The very smell of it sends flashes of my childhood rushing through my head. How we would play in that rain. Always it would come on a hot Texas afternoon... after we had been playing for a good portion of it. The clouds would roll toward us and in the distance we would here the first crackles of thunder. As the clouds and booming got closer we would Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-66593924479196671462011-05-31T21:45:00.000-06:002011-05-31T21:45:56.686-06:00the mountains are calling..."The mountains are calling and I must go"
John Muir
We took a little trip through my Rocky Mountains over the weekend to visit my sister in-law and her family. It was a wonderful 7 hour trip up through the mountains and 9 hour trip back down (we stopped a few times).
I did nothing but look out the window the entire time. How could I not? There is something so very peaceful about these giant Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-43179235263920199712011-05-17T12:15:00.001-06:002011-05-17T12:17:23.540-06:00bubble travelsBlowing bubbles is a wonderful way to spend a sunny afternoon. The ease of making such a perfect creation with only a breath is irresistible, so perfectly round and majestic. And to dream of where this tiny bubble may float away to. What lands it might cross and what obstacles it might encounter. Could it make it across the sea? Will it see kings or queens over there? Would it be able to float Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-7823425980400370092011-05-06T10:41:00.000-06:002011-05-06T10:41:30.292-06:00spring stormsThe air feels heavy... that familiar smell of a spring storm coming in. It is eerily quiet. The branches of the Weeping Birch are still as a dark curtain covers us and filters the sun rays. Even the birds, who have been singing their songs all day, are silent.
Look just over there... something is coming.
As the branches slowly begin to move, you can feel the first drops of rain fall. Then moreSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-8519892351011436482011-04-25T20:30:00.000-06:002011-04-25T20:31:59.522-06:00happy things"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think.
Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do,
there was a moment just before you began to eat it
which was better than when you were,
but he didn't know what it was called.
A.A. Milne Happy things... old tall trees with stories to be told
the returning of the peonies... like an old friend you haven't Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-49617840865308298482011-04-14T23:00:00.000-06:002011-04-14T23:00:25.200-06:00and he's the one that you were born to loveSorry I've been missing in action lately. I'll be back soon. Until then, here's a little something for you to enjoy.
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-26954930503086806522011-04-03T10:19:00.003-06:002011-04-03T10:24:27.730-06:00cutting, inking and pasting“There are no days in life so memorable as those which vibrated to some stroke of the imagination.”FitzgeraldNo matter what it is that makes you happy, I have found that it always means more when you have friends to share it with. Being creative makes me happy... using my hands to make things. And I have been blessed with many creative friends to share this happy thing with. My friend Jodi Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-85316725941418839542011-03-25T10:04:00.000-06:002011-03-25T10:04:43.373-06:00spring is whiteChange. Last week around this time I glanced outside and saw green grass and heard birds singing love songs from the tree tops. I stood on my back deck taking deep breathes as the warm sunshine caressed my face. Spring was on the way. Now we are covered in white again and the silence that seems to come along with that is almost deafening.
But I keep saying to myself, Spring will come along soon.Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-19807771941682800782011-03-15T10:56:00.003-06:002011-03-15T11:04:02.584-06:00feeling safe in a harsh worldWhen I was a little girl I used to think way too much. I would hide away in my bedroom and think of all the things that were happening in the world. My mind would fill with fears of war, storms, devastation and the end of the world. There was The Cold War, children starving in Ethiopia and people around the world dying from AIDS. Growing up in Texas, we would have horrible storms and the threat Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-26751330279963600482011-03-12T11:37:00.000-07:002011-03-12T11:37:07.978-07:00and so it goes...The end of Winter is upon us. And so it goes... the mounds of snow are melting, the ice on the lake is returning to it's free flowing form, and we prepare for the changing of the seasons. Spring comes quickly here. You almost lose hope of it ever arriving and then one day, as if by magic or something of that sort, it is here. By next week when Spring 'officially' arrives we will have no more snowSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-58781157054578251592011-03-11T10:39:00.001-07:002011-03-11T17:24:40.885-07:00prayers for the world todayPlease help if you can.
Japan Earthquake/Asia-Pacific TsunamiCanadian Red Cross
Hugs to all of you. I pray you are safe.
Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-24046853081408821312011-03-08T10:30:00.002-07:002011-03-11T12:26:48.412-07:00International Women's DaySee what happened last March 8th... the same thing is happening today.
This is a wonderful organization, which I support. Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-45493065725942791532011-03-07T10:41:00.003-07:002011-03-07T10:49:27.376-07:00chilly days, men shopping and baking
Are you all tired of me complaining about the weather yet? We're still in a deep freeze here, but we are supposedly going to warm up this week. Thank goodness, because I am so ready for Spring. I am longing for some green outside. But one good thing about these cold temperatures... they make you want to bake up a storm. And I have been.
My husband did the grocery shopping last week and came Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-10410692317259303812011-03-01T10:25:00.002-07:002011-03-01T10:50:21.997-07:00in like a lion... It was one of those March days when
the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold:
when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
~Charles Dickens~
Well, that's kind of how it is today. Except it is still winter in the light as well as the shade... yeah, it's not warm anywhere around here today. So the quote doesn't fit at all... except for the March and wind part. But it's my blogSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-87411120387272366922011-02-23T19:36:00.000-07:002011-02-23T19:36:02.272-07:00little hands in the kitchenLately my son has been wanting to do everything himself... including cooking. Though he is a little young to use the stove on his own, we have been letting him practice his knife skills. This day he decided he would make the salad for dinner. I must say, he did a great job. Growing up and wanting to do things on his own... I love watching this. But at the same time it kind of makes me sad. It Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-90431096991033795892011-02-12T13:50:00.009-07:002011-02-12T15:47:17.148-07:00a sense of communityOur little community is having a Winter Carnival today.
It's too often in our day to day lives that we forget about those around us. Sure, I wave to my neighbor across the street each morning as I leave to drop J off at school. And sometimes when I am out shoveling the driveway my next door neighbor and I get a little gossip time in. But it isn't often that we get to actually spend time with theSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-77903283115735178392011-02-05T16:30:00.006-07:002011-02-05T16:36:21.666-07:00longing for spring...I know it is barely February and Spring (especially for those of us up north) is a ways away yet...
but I want it. We had a taste of it earlier this week, but now old man winter is back.
I am still longing for it. I want to hear the sounds of trickling waters rolling gracefully down the falls.
I want to sit at the picnic table and enjoy a special lunch with my favourite boy.
I want to head Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-2538940614476424442011-01-27T15:49:00.003-07:002011-02-08T18:55:08.704-07:00late afternoon walkI was having one of those days today. You know the ones where nothing is really wrong, but something is just not quite right inside. So I thought a walk might help this feeling go away.
Or at least give me a chance to think about what was wrong...
to bring whatever it was to the surface so I could deal with it.But the longer I walked and thought, the more confused I became as to what I was Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-15149555958025338842011-01-25T14:55:00.000-07:002011-01-25T14:55:36.026-07:00love everything about thisSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-63172390922571307812011-01-21T18:30:00.000-07:002011-01-22T09:21:54.639-07:00little hands creatingI have quite a few 'mom friends' that I communicate with on a regular basis. Some are friends of mine through my son's school. Others are friends through a local moms group that I used to be a part of. And of course I have a few that I have become close with online through this blog and even, dare I say, Twitter. By the way, for those of you who have not used Twitter for whatever reason, I find Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-32260204887312441242011-01-20T13:53:00.001-07:002011-01-20T13:54:20.678-07:00chinooks and happy thingsOh chinook... how I love when you visit me. Like a long lost friend coming back to wrap me in your arms and hold me tight for awhile. You have warmed my heart... and my toes. Yes, we have warmed right up around here. Dare I say it almost feels like Spring. I know it probably will not last, but I will take it for as long as it wishes to stay.
It seems these warm winds have sparked my creativity Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-27202943282122630292011-01-18T13:25:00.002-07:002011-01-18T13:32:13.783-07:00the great meltingGlisten little snowflake... shimmer with all of your might.
Twinkle as if you were a star in the sultry evening sky.
Sparkle like a diamond adorning a princess crown.
For soon the time to shine will be gone, and you will join the other snowflakes in rivers of
'what could have been'.
Shine now... it is your time.
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I may be too optimistic... but I Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-68972842450595692392011-01-15T14:19:00.001-07:002011-01-15T14:21:41.031-07:00a quick trip outsideWinter seems a time for all to rest within. The cold will send even the bravest of outdoor hearts inward, seeking warmth and safety. And I can not help but savour the solitude that is so easily found this time of year.But even though the temperature is hovering around the minus 20 mark, I had to go outside for just a little while.
We have about three feet of this shimmering white powder right Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-76812404291408375172011-01-13T20:31:00.003-07:002011-01-14T08:59:14.278-07:00...the world was so beautiful..."She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad,
but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short."
Brian Andreas Photo from last year... just found it. An imperfect treasure.Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-69307614532242460642011-01-12T10:57:00.002-07:002011-01-12T11:01:37.622-07:00a year has passedIt is hard for me to fathom that a year has passed since the Haiti earthquake. A whole year... in so many ways it seems just like yesterday.
This post is a little different than most of my posts here. Bare with me, for I would like to share my story... it isn't much but I want to share it.
I remember when I had first heard there had been an earthquake in Haiti. I had been working at the Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-22438425004489473592011-01-03T10:25:00.000-07:002011-01-03T10:25:06.633-07:00a new year comesIt is January 3rd and I am slowly coming out of my holiday nest. It was a beautiful season for my family and myself, and I hope that you enjoyed the holidays as much as I did. But as sure as the sun rising in the east, time passes and takes with it this most merriest of seasons. And leaves us with a new year, filled with hopes and possibilities.
Each new year since beginning this blog, I have Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-5117966610397866962010-12-24T09:28:00.001-07:002010-12-24T09:29:46.321-07:00Christmas EveMerry Christmas friends. May your hearts be filled with the spirit.
xoxo
PS... thank you Faerie Moon Creations for the link to the above video. :)Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-69157928671236242852010-12-21T13:14:00.026-07:002010-12-21T13:55:11.927-07:00everybody needs beauty..."Everybody needs beauty...places to play in and pray in
where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike."
~John Muir~
On this first day of Winter, my thoughts are here. Beauty in it's purest form. My rugged Rockies and the foothills leading to them are my places to play in and to pray in. And now it has become my son's place as well... oh how I love to share it withSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-71653261078442470482010-12-17T15:14:00.004-07:002011-01-11T16:40:14.802-07:00baking, with nanny close byI did some baking this week. I volunteered to make a few dozen cookies for our school bake sale and of course waited until the last minute to start baking. But once I got started there was no stopping me. Ginger Spice Cookies... the best cookie in the world. It is true... I make the best cookie in the world. :)
My Nanny passed away three months before J was born. During her long and happy life, Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-36805467703319696182010-12-14T14:21:00.005-07:002010-12-14T15:01:10.047-07:00through the weeping birch...
Beauty... found just outside my window the other evening. Such glorious gifts we are given. But so often I miss all of this. I make myself too busy with day to day things, and am blinded to what beauty there is right in front of me. But not this day. This day I breathed every last bit of that sunset in, and breathed out a peace I have longed for.
PS... how do you all like the bigger pictures Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-26101848881978663532010-12-11T22:01:00.009-07:002010-12-18T08:54:10.472-07:00simple joys of the seasonNutcrackersNow on to the wrapping...Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-74126269265974790642010-12-06T15:09:00.001-07:002010-12-06T15:10:10.833-07:00they were freeI spent some time watching people ice skate outside my window today. Sometimes I do that... just sit and watch people around me.
An elderly man and woman came to the lake earlier today. The man was very quiet and stared at the floor most of the time. He was fidgety and seemed anxious about something. I found out later he lives with Alzheimer's. The woman seemed tired. She moved slowly, Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-88183350733047659722010-12-03T23:32:00.021-07:002010-12-14T14:34:58.032-07:00december...Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-48157134848311325822010-11-24T17:17:00.003-07:002010-12-14T14:48:54.438-07:00sledding dayFinally it was warm enough to go sledding. That is if you consider -10C warm. There is nothing like the feeling of pulling your sled through the snow. You just can't seem to walk fast enough to that hill. The anticipation of going down as fast as you can, with the wind in your face. Little boys get so excited. And with each ride they are sure they have gone faster than anyone else ever has. Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-50582207538577305502010-11-19T18:50:00.006-07:002010-12-14T14:55:24.375-07:00getting lost in a story on a cold winters evening
"We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-72069485397340436092010-11-16T09:48:00.010-07:002010-12-14T14:56:29.365-07:00...and then the clouds fellThe first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event.
You go to bed in one kind of a world
and wake up in another quite different,
and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?
J.B. Priestley
Our first real snowfall occurred last night. This is most likely the snow that will last until Spring... temperatures are not expected to go above freezing this week and Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-37335730461976325122010-11-10T18:51:00.003-07:002010-12-14T15:00:13.524-07:00chilly evenings and bird housesThe evenings are quite chilly now... below freezing each and every night. This makes for lovely cuddle under the blanket with a hot cup of tea time. We had much frost this week, but no snow. Most years we have had quite a lot of snow by now... but not this year. Maybe a mild winter is in store for us.
My mind has been drifting... daydreams take over much of the time. Must be the time of year. Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-50425184857352394692010-11-05T20:35:00.002-06:002011-08-16T19:29:36.830-06:00nothing gold can stay The sunrise at 8am this morning.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
For nothing gold can stay
~Robert Frost~
15 minutes later.
And then day came... Nothing gold can stay. Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-71749197718670412792010-10-25T22:44:00.003-06:002011-08-16T19:31:02.304-06:00squirrles, leaves and hot chocolate
This little guy looks so very happy in his tree deep in the woods.
The last of the leaves are falling from our trees... and today we had snow. Just a little snow which quickly melted away... but yes, there was snow. As I stepped outside this morning the cold air startled me and for a brief moment it felt as if winter had made it's way to my door. Another day like this is expected tomorrow andSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-23036923201195775702010-10-23T00:00:00.016-06:002011-08-16T19:39:44.343-06:00you are invited...You are invited......to a very special tea party beneath a Halloween moon.
Look above, through the branches of the willow trees...
do you see.The full Hunter's Moon is upon us.
And that means it is time for another blog party.
This is my third in just over a month and I am having so much fun.Being so far north, it is a bit chilly to go outside
beneath this most gorgeous light for too long. Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-56083782367732229872010-10-21T13:46:00.000-06:002010-10-21T13:46:06.320-06:00turning sevenYour children are not your childrenThey are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit,Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-78106655640151294162010-10-16T00:00:00.022-06:002011-08-16T19:54:48.787-06:00a halloween party with a twistHalloween is upon our doorstep once again. There is that familiar feeling in the air that flows through you and lets you know that soon, ghosts and goblins will be knocking on your door asking for treats and planning their tricks. Oh how wonderful this season is... and what better time to celebrate with friends over at one of my very favourite places...
A Fanciful Twist. Please come on in... no Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-80097632603315648512010-10-12T18:58:00.008-06:002011-08-16T19:55:27.904-06:00thanksgiving weekend"Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving."
Kahlil Gibran
It was a gorgeous long weekend up here in Alberta...
perfect for celebrating Canadian Thanksgiving.
and walks through the woods
there was the making of a cake for Daddy's birthday
it was good
and a little halloween crafty time
And though I didn't take a single picture of Thanksgiving Dinner... I Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-50242320653378710452010-10-06T18:26:00.006-06:002011-08-16T19:52:08.989-06:00an october walkWalks in October seem to be just a little more special than walks in other months of the year. I'm not sure why... maybe it's that chill in the air that raises goose bumps on your arms and makes you close just one more button on your sweater. It rolls over your body like waves on the sand... and it makes you feel alive. And it makes me remember, just like last year and the year before and all Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-30888247724617073972010-09-29T18:50:00.010-06:002011-08-16T19:27:22.860-06:00pumpkin dreams Beautiful Fall... it is everywhere you look now. I simply can not stop myself from wallowing in the beauty of this season. I walk along the lake path and I am in awe of it all. The colours of yellows and reds, the smells of nature's last breath, the sounds of leaves beneath my feet.
I close my eyes... and I dream of...pumpkins
I can't help it... I am a little hungry.
And the kitchen is filled Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-60758838122659347802010-09-25T00:00:00.016-06:002011-08-16T19:23:11.293-06:00welcome my dear ones... to a magical blog party"Come in... it's so good of you to come. No, now's not time to be shy. Come on in."I've been busy in my craft room cutting paper and inking edges...
creating a little home away from home for us to enjoy.
Inspired by a very special place...do you recognize it?
Please come in.... everyone is welcome.Sit a spell and join me in a cup of hot tea with honey by candle light.
And if you stay a Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-68327986431575293292010-09-22T20:11:00.008-06:002010-09-23T12:56:24.312-06:00delicious autumnMy very soul is wedded to it,and if I were a bird I would fly about the earthseeking the successive autumns. George EliotSo lovely... this time of year is.And the weather is cooperating for a change.Now to start decorating inside.Welcome AutumnSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-77663747455571906872010-09-17T21:34:00.009-06:002010-09-17T22:21:49.385-06:00leaves, paper and a partyThe world is alive with color.This gorgeous time of year has me out and about most of the day, searching for just one more leaf to admire. But in the evenings, with the cool breezes and early twilight, I find myself wanting to make a hot cup of tea and head to the craft room.So I did, finally... and found myself playing with paper and ribbons and buttons.Bliss.And a little note.I am joining in...Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-50039477156453211892010-09-12T15:27:00.005-06:002010-09-12T15:48:54.076-06:00a peek into where i workQuite different from my former workplace downtown. :)In love I am.Have a wonderful week.Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-11953500311590139032010-09-10T23:07:00.004-06:002010-09-11T08:33:10.345-06:00the calling of the kitchenCan you hear her? It is faint and low, but I think I can hear her calling me. From down the hall and around the corner... yes, I can hear her. The kitchen is calling... it is baking time.Cool weather and those yellow leaves outside always seem to put me in the baking mood. (Oh... who am I kidding. I'm always in the baking mood.) Even after a long day of working, I can not help myself. I simply Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-61005592465551378082010-09-04T14:55:00.005-06:002010-09-04T15:25:22.990-06:00welcome to an early fallThere is a familiar chill in the air today... you know the one. It is still warm outside, but with each breeze that dances through my hair I can feel that little chill. An early Fall is here.Do you see them... those few yellow leaves, turning ever so slowly.All nature knows it is coming... and smiles with welcome.The brook water is chilly to the toes, and soon will be carrying leaves away.It is Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-24407080347756602362010-09-01T14:40:00.001-06:002010-09-01T14:44:29.115-06:00time to go backIs it that time already? *sigh* Yes... it is back to school time for us. I'm not sure that I am ready for our summer to be over, but J is definitely ready to start back tomorrow. He misses his friends and teachers, and even the principle. He can't wait to see his music teacher again and give her a big hug. And he's looking forward to seeing his new classroom and finding his little locker. Yes... Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-8682332191787165142010-08-26T17:10:00.009-06:002010-08-26T17:43:18.489-06:00unearthing a craft roomI'm taking some time to tidy up my craft room. As you may be able to tell from the lack of crafty posts lately, my craft room has been... well... to put it nicely... a bit of a mess.So I've been getting all of the bits and botstogether and organized.Finding homes for stamps and inks and papers and things.Organizing baskets and hanging up scrapbook pagesthat have been in books for too long.DiggingSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-49802610079572945702010-08-25T16:30:00.008-06:002010-08-25T17:06:47.477-06:00sunflowers make me smileI was looking over the forecast and it called for two more hot days here in Alberta... then we'll be heading down. I won't lie... I am looking forward to the cooler temps and the breath of Fall coming in. But as my last post conveyed, I am trying to enjoy these last few days of Summer.So off to the Bowden SunMaze we went today.It was a bit of a drive, but we finally made it there.I can never keepSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-46589736592118409962010-08-23T21:05:00.013-06:002010-08-23T21:58:12.746-06:00still summerI have found myself wishing it away for the coolness of Fall.But it is still summer... and I am in love with itSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-61089427183628106892010-08-15T16:37:00.007-06:002010-08-15T17:12:17.313-06:00cooking with herbsDill... such a lovely herb. Very distinguishable with it's feather like leaves and unique scent.Dill is always best fresh, as it will lose much of it's flavour when dried. If you need to store it, then try freezing it. In addition to the leaves themselves, the flowers will produce dill seed later in the season. Not to mention these flowers are also tasty on top of salads or in vinegars.A little Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-3287107465123242802010-08-08T10:05:00.006-06:002010-08-08T11:10:45.187-06:00a daydream in purple flowersIs it morning already? I stretch and yawn and glance at the clock, then turn over and bury my head in the pillow. The morning sunlight makes it's way in through cracks and under curtains. Wake up sleepy head... a new day begins. But oh how I do enjoy just laying there in my comfy bed under the covers, enjoying the quiet feel of a new day. Sometimes I close my eyes again for a moment and set in Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-78565128350807603142010-08-02T14:53:00.000-06:002010-08-02T15:41:22.804-06:00more rain and honey bread"Let the rain kiss you.Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.Let the rain sing you a lullaby."Langston HughesIt's raining again... we did have some sun in between the rain storms though.All is good. :)It is also a holiday up here in Canada... it has different names across the country, but in Alberta it is called Heritage Day. Or better known as August long weekend.Rainy daysSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-76247997253307171282010-07-28T18:08:00.013-06:002010-07-29T20:53:08.428-06:00a week gone byI thought to myself just the other day that it had been awhile since I had posted on my blog. Then the next day I thought the same thing... and again the next... and the next. And now I see that it has been quite awhile. Oh those wandering thoughts...So what has life brought to us over the past week?Rain... it has been raining here, on and off. I have welcomed the moisture for my garden, and Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-24152233328916917362010-07-20T18:35:00.004-06:002010-08-15T17:11:19.798-06:00cooking with herbsThyme is a lovely herb... to smell, to taste and to admire with the eye.In times long ago, Thyme was often burned to cleanse the air, protect from disease and ward off evil little spirits that may have been hanging around. Thyme also has many medicinal qualities. Coughs and sore throats may be eased by sipping tea infused with the herb. It is also known for being an antiseptic, and is effective Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-18465277905643305672010-07-18T20:30:00.004-06:002010-07-18T21:02:30.799-06:00fun at the fairThere's nothing better than a day at the fair.fun and gamesgetting into the western spiritbaby chicks... so sweetlearning to make flourmilking a cowa fun time had by allSara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-69936536983138748682010-07-11T19:38:00.013-06:002010-07-11T21:24:21.174-06:00rose waterJust thought I would share...This is my first time making rose water with my own roses. But we have an over abundance this year, so I thought I would give it a try. There are a few different methods to use, but this one is nice and easy.First I picked up some just fallen petals and picked a few more. It is best to use freshly picked petals. Then I gave them a good rinse.Next I placed the petals Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490367437843146357.post-75408926867386654642010-07-04T10:45:00.004-06:002010-07-04T11:02:19.949-06:00remembering the fourthThough I live here in my ruggedly beautiful Canada, my adopted home, I was not born here. Nor did I grow up here. I was born and raised in Texas. As a child, I rarely saw snow. And when I did it was only a sprinkling compared to the feet and feet we receive up here. There were no mountains near my childhood home... no pine trees... no black squirrels. Oh how I love black squirrels. People talked Sara Dahlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685887988265673434noreply@blogger.com11