Wonderful memories come to mind with the arrival of Palm Sunday.
My childhood church had a lovely custom. They would hand each child fake palm branches. As we entered the sanctuary we were instructed to fan them and shout Hosanna...Hosanna....Hosanna! (I think that was the only time we were allowed to shout in Church - lol).
It was a happy time...it meant Easter was only a week away. Generally there were flowers blooming and birds singing.
As an adult I still love this special time. Naturally the beginning of Holy Week symbolizes so much more than waving palm branches. It means having faith in the humble teacher who rode through the streets of Jerusalem on a donkey. He was the representation of hope, faith and love to anyone who followed Him. He still Is!
Thank you for stopping by and letting me share my memories and faith with you.
Laura Moore awarded my blog with the Liebster Award. It was so sweet of her to think of me.
Laura is one of those blogging friends that I hope to meet someday. She is a very talented watercolor artist residing in the U.K.
She paints the things I love and does it so well...flowers, landscapes, birds and pieces of nature. If you haven't stopped to visit Laura's blog - please do. Thank you dear Laura for awarding me this honor.
With winter on its way out and spring just around the corner I am longing for flowers. Digging out a photo of bleeding hearts that was shot last May inspired me to do the above mixed media piece. Raw Sienna ink, watercolors and watercolor pencil were used on hot press paper.
Bleeding hearts are such a favorite plant. Their little pink heart shaped blossoms grow tall above their foliage. They withstand frosty mornings if they are grown in a protected location. Our woods seems to be a welcome place for them and they thrive here very well.
It will be May before we know it and the cold winds of March will soon be forgotten. Winter is bidding us farewell. Soon spring will say hello! In the meantime let us all find some cheer in knowing the flowers are beginning to awaken from their long nap. Once again blossoms will dance in the delightful breeze providing nectar to the birds and the bees.
Snow was still flying and it just seemed like the perfect time to bake bread. There is something extraordinary about the smell that permeates the house when this activity is taking place.
Some of you may remember my hubby has a gluten allergy. It is more of a challenge to find a good tasting "staff of life" for him. After countless trials I have found that this french one is a favorite. There are many delicious dishes that are easily made gluten free but bread is not one of them. Fortunately this loaf bakes up soft inside and crispy on the out. After it is done I cut it partially through and stuff it with mushrooms, swiss cheese and butter. Then it is wrapped in foil and baked for 20-25 minutes until the cheese is melted and gooey.
Naturally all the calories are removed and it is guilt free eating (LOL)!
If anyone reading this blog has celiac disease or a wheat allergy and would like this recipe...just email me. I am always glad to share.
I also pulled out my bread machine and baked a loaf of regular bread.
I will slice it with the electric knife and freeze in separate slices for my toast in the mornings.
It is a homey thing to bake bread on a cold winter afternoon and serve it with a warm bowl of soup or chili. A simple meal but very satisfying.
Thanks for stopping by. Glad you found me in the kitchen.