Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Nothing Gold Can Stay




Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
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.
Nothing gold can stay.
(Photos taken in and around Lake City, Colorado. Do you know what Lake City is famous for? Well, I don't want to ruin the lovely poetic mood induced by Mr. Frost, so if you're curious, click here: http://www.sangres.com/history/alferdpacker.htmistory.htm.)

Things We Love to Use...

Rocks in My Dryer hosts a wonderful fair (carnival, whatever) every Wednesday called Works For Me Wednesday. It's a great place, if you're not already familiar with it, to find tips on just about every topic under the sun. I could spend all day following the leads from there every week! This is my first attempt to add my two cents to the fun.

You'll find me there under "Lisa ~momof11," or something like that. I messed up my link information (I'm a real genius at these things!), and then I couldn't figure out how to go back and fix it...

Anyway, if you're starting from here, pop over and see what you can learn. If you started there and found me here, Welcome! And it's a miracle you clicked on me, considering... &:o)

Following is a short list of some of the things we really appreciate. I'm concentrating on appliances (big and small) this time. Admittedly, none of these products is absolutely perfect and completely without drawback of some kind. But, we find they function well for us, which is saying a lot, considering everything we use... well, it gets used A LOT!

On weekends, our coffee pot is cycled through at least 2 to 3 times a day (If they made as good coffee as the maker we have, I'd consider getting one of those industrial, large-gathering percolators like they have at church, just to handle the sheer volume)

Our washer and dryer are in constant use, Monday through Thursday (As a rule, I don't do laundry on weekends...). When the boys are home on holidays, I run at least four loads a day. Big loads.

Our stove has to be able to handle large pots and skillets, and have at least enough space for four jelly roll pans in the oven ~ or one 24 pound turkey, and then some. Not that we use up all that space on our range at all times, but we do upon occasion, especially during the holidays.

Anyway, here's a shortlist. I'm sure I'll think of more, but here's a start:

We love our programmable Cuisinart grinder/coffee maker. It makes good stuff and is easy to use, if a little awkward to clean up.
You can set it up for morning coffee the night before if you have a techno-person available who remembers how to program the silly thing. The carafe on this model is awesome; it keeps coffee hot for an eon. We wish it held more, but you can't have everything. We love the quality of the coffee this maker produces, though. Coffee flavor is a very personal thing, I know, but, one thing we've discovered ~ you can't beat freshly ground beans!


We've also been very pleased with our front-loading Maytag washing machine. It really has saved on water, and also has a "max extract" setting that wrings things amazingly dry, thus saving on drying time, as well. Ours is very large capacity, too, so works well for comforters or 20 pairs of dirty jeans during camping season. Ideal for large families all the way around. Economical, efficient.

As is our dryer, though I couldn't get a picture of it to print on here, but I love it, too, as it's humongous, and does an excellent job. It's not a twin to our washer, as that's just not something that's important to me. Nobody sees my laundry room but me, and I'm more interested in performance than having a matched pair. Anyway, we have a large capacity Whirlpool "accudry," that has settings for jeans and towels. It's so big, I keep a raquetball raquet next to the drier to reach into the back to pull clothes out!


After about a year of trying to cook on an apartment size stove when we first moved into this house (I'm talking itty-bitty stove!) , this range with the wonderful griddle in the middle (Though this pic doesn't actually show one), was like a gift from Heaven. I like having the broiler in the bottom, separate from the stove, so I can brown garlic bread, while I bake lasagna, for instance. Or broil fish, while I bake bread. We use the griddle practically every day. It cleans up easily and comes in handy for tons of stuff. And the large oval burner underneath the griddle is ideal for large canning pots, or vats of mashed potatoes.

There are larger, industrial ranges and double ovens that I dream about, but for the money, this GE range has fit the bill very nicely.


Coming Soon: Our favorite foods to feed a crowd.

Oh, Deer

It's getting so a deer can't get up early enough in the morning to avoid the Paparazzi. (This is a "bright-eyed-deer.")
Looking both ways before crossing the street...

Monday, October 8, 2007

Sunday Drivers

The idea Sunday afternoon was to head out to a pumpkin patch to pick our pumpkins, but the little boys needed naps, so we took a little drive around the outskirts of town, up the Uncompahgre Plateau while they slept.


This is how the trip started, with lovely autumn scenery...





This is what we drove into. Suddenly it's winter!







The Pumpkin Patch

Theresa and Anna visit with one of the farm's friendly draft horses.

This hay pyramid was a big hit with everyone!

Getting ready for the hayride. We got a good tour of the
extensive grounds, which include a Christmas tree farm

So many pumpkins to choose from!

Happy Fall from the bunch of us!
(Well, most of us... That gap right behind the little girls
should be filled in by Paul, Kevvy, Jon and Dominic.
See what you're missing, Guys??)

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Our Lady of the Rosary

Pray For Us!




Heads Up, Young Mothers...

Sunday morning, and a little time before I have to head out for 10:00 Mass. The roast is already on, the little boys are playing nicely with their little barn and farm animals. My wh is already at first Mass with part of the bunch ... (Splitting Masses is a whole other post topic!)

So, I was just getting dressed this morning and "fixing my face" for Mass, and made a somewhat disconcerting discovery, that I need to share with y'all really quick here.

You know that face you make? That "Don't-you-even-think-of-it!" face you make at the children? The one you use when you don't want to/have to say a word? Well, look out! I've got this crease right between my eyes now -- and I'm afraid it's a permanent crease! And I'm sure it's from making that face for twenty-odd years now. Gee whiz!

I need that face! But seriously, if I want to minimize further wrinkle damage, I'm going to have to do something! Maybe I should have two or three alternate expressions to use to keep from pressing indentations and creases in the same places all the time. I'm going to have to work on this....

(I mean, it's not vanity, really.... I'd just like for most of my wrinkles to be smile wrinkles! )

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Five Little Pumpkins

This is the first poem I ever learned (after the Guardian Angel prayer) and the first I have taught all my children. It's a fun, easy finger play for the tiniest child. (This little pumpkin sitting on a gate
decided not to run away when the wind went "wooooo!"
Five Little Pumpkins

Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate;

The first one said, "My, it's getting late."


The second one said, "I hear a noise."


The third one said, "It's just some boys."


The fourth one said, "Let's have some fun!"


The fifth one said, "We'd better run!"


Then Woooooooo went the wind....


And OUT went the lights.


And five little pumpkins rolled out of sight.

Friday, October 5, 2007

100 Things I Learned the Hard Way

First Installment:

1) Never put concentrated liquid dish detergent in the dishwasher. (Seriously. Don't do it.)

2) Raising your own food and dairy is not less expensive than buying from the store, but the benefits for the whole family pretty much outweigh the trouble and expense (most of the time).

3) Never plant dill or horehound unless you plan to harvest every scrap of it before seeds set.

4) If the recipe says line the pan with parchment paper, line the pan with parchment paper.

5) Some children learn to read at the age of 3, some aren't ready until they're 7. It all evens out in the end, and more harm than good will come of worrying and obsessing about the late bloomer.

6) Never cut your teenage son's hair (esp. if the clipper is in your hand and set down to shave) if you're tired and giddy and inclined to giggle.

7) You're not saving money at the thrift store if you buy things there that you don't really need.


8) "New and Improved" isn't necessarily.


9) Don't underestimate the importance of that permanent basket in the car containing: extra clothes for everyone under the age of six, diapers, wet wipes, a blanket, sweaters (in winter), drink boxes and toilet paper. Always have a basket of amusements, like books, paper, toys, and a fold up stroller and portacrib. Resupply regularly, because the day you run out of diapers and wetwipes, is the day you'll esp need them!


10) Know what the small stuff is ~ and don't sweat it!


To be continued...


Help me out and tell me your Things I Learned the Hard Way ~ I'm anxious to learn!! You could save my 10 practice pancakes some pain and heartache ~ or at least save me from being laughed at by them...

Yes, Cold Season is Upon Us...

Anna tells us this morning,
"I don't know why, but my nose doesn't seem to be working..."

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Autumn Meme

This is the little autumn village we display every year. This year it's on the shelf in the kitchen under the bulletin board, high up enough that Yuyum (William) can't get ahold of it. Well, at least he hasn't so far... Note the five little pumpkins on the fence. Do you know that poem? I'll copy that one out here somewhere, as it's a family favorite.
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Dawn, over at By Sun and Candlelight , has created a lovely Fall meme.
So many of us love this season! It's a pleasure to fill this one out.


When does fall begin for you? We make a game out of trying to be the first one to spot autumn leaves, so that sighting may be the official start for me, but we start thinking about it, probably the first day of school, right after Labor Day.

What is your favorite aspect of fall? I love the color. I love the crisp, woodsy air. I love to decorate the house in all the wonderful, rich autumn colors.

What is your favorite fall memory? Gosh, I have a whole collection of favorite autumn leaf drives we've taken over the years! But, my funniest memory is of a beautiful fall afternoon in Virginia, when I was about twelve years old and my brother was about ten. We were on our way back from a jaunt to the library. My dear brother, Greg, was so full of happiness and the spirit of the fall season that he couldn't help but kick joyously through the deep piles of leaves on the tree-canopied sidewalks. What a happy day! What fun to see the leaves take flight in all their color as he scooped them up to the skies with his brand new brown suede shoes. Until....

Something else lay hidden beneath the leaves.. Something not so nice. And he scooped that up with his new shoe, and it flew through the air, too... Yes, you guessed it. Dog poop. Aghghgh!!! The day was ruined for poor Greg. His new suede school shoes! He was so depressed, poor boy! I have to admit, though, I laughed myself silly. I still laugh when I think about it. I guess I have a sick sense of humor...

What do you like to drink in the fall? Chocolate in any form, especially in mocha form. But, hot apple cider, with a cinnamon stick in my cup really spells fall!

What's your favorite fall food? Fall is when the crockpot comes back out. The smell of a savory roast that's been simmering all Saturday night for Sunday dinner... Also, soup of any variety, as I am the daughter of the Soup Queen of the Universe.

OH, AND PUMPKIN SEEDS. I love pumpkin seeds, roasted and with just a little bit of salt, and the only time we have those is after we've cut jack-o-lanterns, so they're reall an autumn taste.

What is fall weather like where you live? Here in early October in Colorado it's getting almost cold at night; the furnace has been kicking on at about bedtime and running until we're done with our morning prayers. Most days are crisp, but pleasant, still warm enough for just long sleeves outside. The girls are wearing socks with their sandals most of the time now.

What color is fall? Fall is every color, but with a warm golden-brown undertone. Fall is sepia toned.

What does fall smell like? It smells like burnt leaves, cinnamon and nutmeg.

Holiday shopping in fall: Just starting my serious list, and going through my Christmas cupboard to see what I've already accumulated.

If you could go anywhere in the fall, where would you go? Anywhere in the Rocky Mountains in a jeep with my husband.

What is your favorite fall sport? The playoffs for the World Series if the Rockies are in it! &:o) Otherwise, I do love the sound of football and my boys cheering the Broncos on a Sunday afternoon, while I read in a cozy corner.

Do you have a favorite fall chore? I enjoy stashing away the summer decor and going through the bins of fall things, rediscovering them like old friends... I love re-assembling our cherished family scarecrow (We made him about 18years ago!) and figuring out where to prop him.

What is your least favorite thing about fall? Like this meme's creator, Dawn, the only thing I don't like about Fall is that it doesn't last longer!

What is your favorite fall holiday? Thanksgiving Day is always wonderful, but I love the day before Thanksgiving when all the children gather in the kitchen for a pie-making frenzy. You would not believe how many pies we have every year and all the variety!
What's your favorite kind of pie? Oh, my goodness. Hard question! Though I love all the wild and exotic pies the children make, I think I have to settle on good old apple, followed closely by pumpkin pie.

What was your favorite Halloween costume? One year we made Paul a "Jonah, in the whale" costume that still tickles my funny bone. Another year, Dominic was Pope St. Pius X and he was a dead ringer! I loved making those papal robes.

What was your favorite Halloween candy? Anything with chocolate and nuts. We always have candy corn hanging around toward the end of October, too! The kids like it better than I do, but it's traditional. And they always think it's so funny to stick them point-down out of their top lip to look like goofy teeth!

What was your least favorite Halloween candy? Hmmm.... Candy I don't like? I wish!

Which do you prefer, the Farm or the Fair? Well, the farm has been life for us for a long time, so there's not a whole lot of novelty there. I think any kind of fair is fun, so long as we have the double stroller and it's not naptime.

Do you have a favorite fall book? Oh, love to read To Kill a Mockingbird in the fall. Also, I usually try to read either "The Story of a Soul" (by our friend, St. Therese) or some life of St. Francis of Assisi (my Confirmation saint) in time for their feast days. This year I'm reading (not done yet, though!) Chesterton's treatise on St. Francis.
How about a favorite fall poem? "October's Bright Blue Weather," by Helen Hunt Jackson. (I'll type it out below.)

October's Bright Blue Weather.

O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather.

When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining.


When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and two together,
And count, like misers, hour by hour
October's bright blue weather.


O suns and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.


~ Helen Hunt Jackson
( These are the four of eight stanzas that we always memorize. The pic above is from the forest near the ghost town at the foot of Red Mountain in the San Juans)

St. Francis of Assisi, Pray For Us!

"He devoured fasting as a man devours food. He plunged after poverty as men have dug madly for gold. And it is precisely the positive and passionate quality of this part of his personality that is a challenge to the modern mind in the whole problem of the pursuit of pleasure. There undeniably is the historical fact; and there attached to it is another moral fact almost as undeniable. It is certain that he held on this heroic or unnatural course from the moment when he went forth in his hairshirt into the winter woods to the moment when he desired even in hs death agony to lie bare uon the bare ground to prove that he had and that he was nothing. And we can say, with almost as deep a certainty, that the stars which passed above that gaunt and wasted corpse stark upon the rocky floor had for once, in all their shining cycles round the world of labouring humanity, looked down upon a happy man."

~ G.K. Chesterton

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

St. Therese and St. Francis

I love St. Therese of Lisieux and St. Francis of Assisi!

But, their feasts today and tomorrow bring to mind something that rankles me a little bit... What bothers me is this: both of the saints honored on these days have achieved amazing popularity in the modern world.














Why on earth should this bother me? After all, these are two of the saints most dear to my heart. And the worldwide acclaim and love given St Therese the Little Flower and St. Francis of Assisi provide the greatest PR heaven can get, right? Well, sorta. It's certainly a wonderful thing that people who are so holy can catch the public eye, especially in this day and age. But, I think we tend to forget who these people really were/are... We tend to remember the sugar-coated facsimiles of the real people, and forget the work that they did to become the saints we honor.

St. Therese, to the world, is the Little Flower. Her pretty face, her lovely roses, her promise of a shower of gifts from Heaven... This is the immediately recognized iconography. I think we sometimes forget that, along with "Therese of the Child Jesus," she chose the title, "Therese of the Holy Face," and loved to meditate upon the mutilated image of Our Lord's face as depicted on the Holy Shroud. It's easy to forget her suffering, her long periods of spiritual dryness, the many sacrifices she made, her agonized death. She did, indeed, exude a sweet and confident love of God. But it was through considerable suffering and sacrifice. The Little Way is not an easy way. Hers was not an easy way. Sanctity is not worldly, no matter how hard you try to sugar coat it. And sacrifice is not a popular or easy meditation.

We have made St. Francis of Assisi famous as yard decor. We're most familiar with his image as the lover of animals; his statues always have at least one bird on his shoulder and a fawn at his feet. And, while it's true that his love for God overflowed into a tender love for all God's creatures and creation as a whole, St. Francis must be appalled that this has somehow come to define him in our world. Why don't we see more pictures and statues of him with the holy stigmata? They exist, but aren't popular. Talk about a life of suffering and sacrifice! Do we remember St. Francis' painful physical ailments, particularly that of his poor eyes? How he had to struggle to form the seed of the great Franciscan order, and died feeling that he had not succeeded? There is peace and sweetness in the character of St. Francis, but the glory is in the fact that he had so very much to overcome, and that he did it for love of God.

Didn't Our Heavenly Father provide us with the greatest example of love the world can ever see in the sacrifice His Son made on the cross? The saints imitated this example in their lives. Some imitated Him precisely, giving up their lives for Him. Some, like St. Francis, were heroic in their personal sacrifices. St. Theresa taught us how to imitate Christ in our daily lives, with little sacrifices made with perfect love. But the lesson is always the same. Love is a beautiful thing; it's what makes the world go 'round. But, love and sacrifice are inseparable.

Real love isn't easy.

But it is always worth it.

Happy Feast of the Guardian Angels!

How can I possible find words to offer adequate thanks to the Holy Guardian Angels? Not only to my own dear angel, but to all of the angels of our family, who have so steadfastly guarded us, body and soul since before our births?

At the birth of each of our babies, we prayed to each angel to learn the name that they wished to be known by us. Many times, my wh and I, after praying independently learned the same names! It helps to increase our devotion, having a personal name to use when we speak to our angels.

Every morning we pray the traditional Prayer to Our Guardian Angels to ask their guidance and protection through the day.

Every night after the rosary, each family member in turn salutes his or her guardian angel by name.

When we travel, we recommend ourselves to their particular care.

When our family members are far away from us, we speak to their angels about them.

We pray to the angels of the eventual mates God has chosen for our children who will be called to the married life.

I think we would truly be lost without our angels!

"He hath given his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways." (Ps.90:11)



We spent the afternoon making cornhusk angels. Click here for a play-by-play of how we did it: http://arewethereyet-davisfarmmom.blogspot.com/2007/08/corn-husk-angels.htmlhis is how we did it.

There aren't any ghosts in a ghost town??

Well, at least there weren't any that we could see, though Michelle teased us about seeing "orbs" in the sunlight that filtered into the ghostly-looking houses we walked through yesterday.

Anna (4), who is our resident scary story teller (I'm not kidding, this girl will tell you a scary story about Slurpee if you give her half a chance!), was very disappointed that we did not run across any apparitions. Nevertheless, even without the ghosts, exploring Ironton , a ghost town at the foot of Red Mountain was a very cool experience.

We four-wheeled it as far as we could in our 15 passenger van (Hey, very little scares this Mom, or I wouldn't have 11 children, now would I?), then hoofed it the rest of the way. We had to walk down a riverbed, which the kids thought was pretty fun, though it was a bit chilly ~ especially for those people who insisted on wearing flip flops and sandals on this outing!

When we got to the site, we were delighted to find many of the original buildings, not only intact, but open to explore. Some of the floorboards were a little iffy, but with care, we were able to walk through most of the rooms in most of the houses. The Colorado Historical Society is working to preserve the site and seems to have kept it relatively safe, though I wouldn't let the Littles roam free here.

In a place like this, history really comes alive. The town site is a hop, skip and jump from the remnants of the mines where the original inhabitants worked. Four houses remain almost whole, as well as several outbuildings. We could imagine the sounds of the horses in the falling down stables, and the ancient wallpaper peeling from the walls left a sort of handprint of the people who had once lived in the houses. The nicest of the houses had built in cupboards, and the remnants of kitchen shelves still stand in another. Who built those shelves and who first used them to prepare a meal? Who was the first person to look out the windows at this beautiful scenery?

Very cool field trip.
The better road to the site which we found after coming in the harder back way. Gabe says,"Wait up, kids!"
This house looks like it has a face ~ and is saying "Boo!"

This white house was, by the far, the nicest and most well preserved. We expect that it may have been one of the last still inhabited into the 1960s. At first we thought it might have been a church, but looking at the interior, it had to have been a house.




No indoor plumbing in the heyday of Ironton. The remnants of this old outhouse probably hide a very scary hole underneath. Kept the kiddos a good distance from here.

More interiors...

We wondered what they stored on these shelves in the main room of one house.
This seemed to be a food preparation area in what we thought was a kitchen of the same house.
Just a square of old wallpaper over an interior door was left in this one.
A bit of very old linoleum... Looked like it was originally grey and blue.
The built in cupboard in what appeared to be the dining room of the nice, white house.
Look at this peeling wallpaper, in an interesting Craftsman style pattern of leaves on a brown background.

Hope you enjoyed taking a little bit of the tour with us! It was such a cool, crisp day in the mountains, the leaves were twirling down over our heads. The gold and pale orange against the white aspen trunks and the dark of the pinetrees... All you could hear behind the children's voices was the swishing of the breeze in the evergreens. Just the perfect autumn outing.
And, though we don't really go in for the "witching" part of modern Halloween celebrations, there's just something about October....
What is it? Maybe it's because it's the waning of the natural year and we are slipping into the slumber time of winter... October seems to be about memory, and, well, "hauntings" fit into that category.
I've always been a sucker for a ghost story. Must be where Anna gets it from. And what are ghosts but souls, lost or not? Begging for our prayers maybe. It seems fitting that October acts as a prelude to the Feast of All Saints and All Souls.

Monday, October 1, 2007

WAHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!


THE ROCKIES ARE IN THE PLAYOFFS!!

THE ROCKIES ARE IN THE PLAYOFFS!!
The men in our family, none of them at home with us, unfortunately, have yelled themselves hoarse tonight! We don't have a tv feed in our home, so we girls are going to have to wait to get more of the story tomorrow from the boys, or wait to read the news online when they write it. We did get texted updates throughout the evening from our wandering sportsfans who were near big screen televisions (Yeah, this was one reason they were all glad they weren't home today, I bet!), and it was clear, even from the few words we read on my tiny pink phone, what a nailbiter the game was! What a day for the Rockies!

Fall in the High Country

Went on a little daytrip today. Here's a peak at what we're seeing on the western side of Colorado.Above: The peaks above Silverton, Colorado, in the heart of the San Juans, near the Shrine of Christ of the Mines
Our youngest six below the Christ of the Mines Shrine. (William just wanted to get down and run and had no interest in posing with Jesus.)
Michelle working in her Nature Notebook, drawing the opposite peaks.
Above: The quaint victorian town of Silverton lies in the valley below the shrine.
A shot of the farmland on the way to Ouray, Colorado, a good deal lower altitude than Silverton.
Some of the color in the valley.
And some more color
And a little more...