Trees of Transition

Planting seeds of hope throughout our world through sharing photography and thoughts on teaching, cooking, and life transitions.


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We Sold Our House!! (Good-bye Musings About 1064 Windsor Drive)

This morning my husband called me to say, “Everything is going through,” that means, our house is sold!! The relief that we won’t have to pay a mortgage payment and a rent payment in a couple days is still settling in…

What have we learned from this experience?

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My Last Time with My Dad /// Thoughts about his Funeral

Dad holding me when I was just a day old!

One of the most comforting words shared with me during this time of grieving for my Dad was, “Your Dad was the first man who held you on his arms and said, ‘I love you.’ ” This first photo is the first photo I have of my Dad holding me. It is so comforting that Dad got to hold my son as well as me.

On June 6th, my son and I went to see my dad. He was dressed in a nice blue shirt and was sitting in his wheelchair in the living room with a lot of other folks who were dozing and quiet. He seemed sleepy, but he perked up when he saw us. His eyes crinkled into a smile and he knew who we were. I gave him a hug and then got Joel out of his car seat, and then Dad reached out to hold Joel!

Dad smiled at Joel And Joel smiled back. Dad held him for about five minutes until his arms got tired (Joel weighs around 25 lb. already), and then he handed him back.

Dad holding Joel 36 years later.

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Sweet Times with My Dad

My Dad will be 81 on June 4th, and I’m pondering my favorite memories of him…here are a few:

Let’s start with some food memories (since Dad and I both love our food!) We had a huge hickory tree next to our driveway, and each fall it would drop thousands of nuts—at first they we insulated in 1/2inch thick covering, that would fall off in quarters as they dried, then leaving the small (about the size of a blackberry) nut that also had 1/8-inch of shell. My dad made me a “Hickory nut cracker” –a strong contraption that would break through that heavy shell. Once when I was around 10, I took the time to crack a lot of hickory nuts and then I baked them into cookies. They had a strong, pecan-like flavor. I took some out to Dad working in his shop, and he liked them. Continue reading


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I’m Thankful for My Mom

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I’m thankful, Mom, that you:

Taught me how to sew, and that we made that blue and green apron together. You were tired, but I loved making that special project with you.

Taught me how to cook and bake bread! You showed me the basics and then let me go. I’m thankful I got to grow up on homemade bread and butter, with our homegrown honey too. Continue reading


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Memories of Sherpa

This is when our son first met Sherpa on March 20th with his Aunt. 

Sherpa, my brother and sister-in-law’s golden retriever, brought sunshine to the room (plus a lot of woofs!) She loved to greet anyone who came into the door with great barks and happy commotion—her joy of seeing you made you feel even more welcome.

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Pesto Chicken and Broccoli Stir Fry

 

When you have homemade pesto you need use up (see my recipe here: Homemade Walnut-Basil Pesto ), why not make up a recipe to use it!

I love that there are so many ways to serve vegetables; feel free to change out the vegetables to use what you have or what you like. If you need a wok, which is the easiest way to cook this dish, check out this link:

Specialty Nonstick Dishwasher Safe Oven Safe PFOA-Free Jumbo Wok Cookware, 14-Inch, Black Now, let’s get to the recipe!

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Book Review: My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry

 

Do you enjoy fairy tales? Would you like to live amid those tales sometimes? In Fredrik Backman’s My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry, the little granddaughter gets to experience a grandmother who could create worlds with her words. This present-day fiction book takes the reader back and forth from the physical world and fairy-tale world, as presented by the grandmother to the girl who hangs on to the tales for dear life because of having to go through her parents’ divorce and now a new half-sibling coming and more. Continue reading