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Faded Fields

In Photos, Spiritual, Writing on December 5, 2013 at 4:10 pm
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Thanksgiving Hike. McDowell Woods.

Cool wind whispers soft

Autumn’s scattered light retreats

Winter’s ground fallow

Rests, hushed beneath cover cold

Waiting, undefeated–still

   © suebthefoodie.com, 2011-2013.

November’s Song

In Photos, Spiritual, Writing on November 6, 2012 at 10:17 am
McDonald’s Farm. Pavement’s End.

 

Summer’s green fields gone

Quiet now, plowed under dark

Abandoned pastures

Set ablaze, life reflected–

Autumn trumpets, spent leaves fall

 

© suebthefoodie.com, 2011-2012.

Oreos

In Essay, Faith, Food, food photography, Gab, Photos, Recipe, Spiritual on January 3, 2012 at 12:27 am

Milk and White Chocolate-dipped Oreo Bon Bons.

Nearly a year has passed since debuting my little idea of suebthefoodie.com. It is most certainly with a gigantic smile that I recall the electrifying sense of excitement when I hit publish on my first post that February afternoon. How vividly I can remember the sheer terror that immediately followed. Why terror? Well, instead of like so many other times in my life, I did not stand at the edge hesitating, wondering if I could succeed. Or worse, fearing that I would fail. My big toe did not go first to test the waters. Instead, I just did it. I dove right in with a pounding, passionate heart and a “cannonball” mindset. For me, doing something new is terrifying. Silly. I know. But so true. So deeply apart of me. -Read More>

Pizzelle

In Essay, Faith, Food, Gab, Photos, Recipe, Spiritual, Tidbits on November 26, 2011 at 8:05 pm

Holiday Pizzelle with Earl Grey.

Snowflakes sitting on the plate. These ones aren’t cold. They aren’t even white. On the small round table in Grandma’s kitchen next to her cup of coffee they wait. Earlier, I had watched her retrieve them from high atop the dark cherry china hutch that inhabited her dining room . So carefully she had reached up to retrieve the dress shirt box whose lid was slightly ajar. A curiosity in my mind; Grandma never left anything ajar. -Read More>