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Late December Beauty

On my walk this beautiful cool crisp morning I am reminded 

of the sheer beauty of living here (on the Appalachian Trail.) 

I (now) call it "The 3333 Club" as we live just above this elevation. 

Because of this our weather is uniquely a (wee) bit wild, 

with immense variation and with creeping (very-very dense) 

fog mist masses that travel the mountain and are found in such 

mountain elevations (only.) We also get wintry (very high level)

winds. Every day, I do behold (such) wonder and awesome beauty. 

The skies and the mountain-top views are breathtakingly beautiful. 

Each day the (various) mountains present themselves 

a little differently, as you can see.

Enjoy...We still have the view of trees, both the older larger 

top branches and the new young trees snapped directly 

off from the recent Christmas day ice storm (2009.) 

Just one photo (here) doesn't do this storm justice. 

Just imagine times 300,000 as far as I can see 

(panoramically speaking...) 

I think the trees are crying (or if trees can hurt they might be....) 

The woods are damaged all around.

Back later friend. 

:-)

Snow...snow...S-n-o-w...and then...ice.

Here are a few most recent pics of our area!

As you can well see, the foliage is still encased today in thick icy blobs; dribbles,

and is almost finger...or glove-like!

It is kind of compelling now (but actually caused a lot of difficulty to our infrastructure/lights/power and damage to almost all the plants and trees it adhered to.)

In some areas (as in where the road is plowed) it's an ugly mess; like after a hurricane (with downed tree limbs, cracked trees and branches of all shapes everywhere. They are frozen into the snow.)

It sure feels absolutely wonderful to be 'out and about' (which I now am; mostly running errands for my kids...:)) God Bless you. Check this out 4 sure! Back later friend. Kudos to you!

Frozen in time

Well…I'm back. J

I know~it's been a bit of awhile.

 Let’s just say "I've covered a lot of ground" since my departure.

I left off making bread and then I managed to fall off the planet 

(well, nearly.) And…I cannot stay on long.

On Christmas day we collectively did endeavor (ha!) :-) 

to set a new record where I live… for the 'most trees that 

snapped off' (in the ice.) 

They are now calling what 

happened here in the Appalachians 

"The Ice Storm of the Century" 

in which a state of emergency was officially 

declared (for real.) These are some pics 

from Christmas day itself, when we thought 

the storm was fun. 

It soon went from fun and entertaining 

to mind-blowing and at times... mind numbing. 

Do you believe these photos??

Dec. 23rd~Bread.

My bread fell. It was rising really well
and now~ well; it is shrunken.
I will let you all know how it
tastes as I still intend to eat it!

Today's Blog

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2 Kings 4:1-7

1NOW THE wife of a son of the prophets cried to Elisha, Your servant my husband is dead, and you know that your servant feared the Lord. But the creditor has come to take my two sons to be his slaves.

2Elisha said to her, What shall I do for you? Tell me, what have you [of sale value] in the house? She said, Your handmaid has nothing in the house except a jar of oil.

3Then he said, Go around and borrow vessels from all your neighbors, empty vessels--and not a few.

4And when you come in, shut the door upon you and your sons. Then pour out [the oil you have] into all those vessels, setting aside each one when it is full.

5So she went from him and shut the door upon herself and her sons, who brought to her the vessels as she poured the oil.

6When the vessels were all full, she said to her son, Bring me another vessel. And he said to her, There is not a one left. Then the oil stopped multiplying.

7Then she came and told the man of God. He said, Go, sell the oil and pay your debt, and you and your sons live on the rest.

Note these passages: " 6When the vessels were all full, she said to her son, Bring me another vessel. And he said to her, There is not a one left. Then the oil stopped multiplying. 7Then she came and told the man of God. He said, Go, sell the oil and pay your debt, and you and your sons live on the rest.

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Voila~ my bread is in; I'm back!

Today is Dec. 23, 2009; 2 whole days before...Christmas of 2009-ish.

It occurred to me today, in bed that I have been guilty of placing far too much

emphasis on the gifts--although they are nice (yes--the getting of them,

the wrapping and the sending of them and the procuring of them.)

than I have on the Gift-giver Himself. Yes~ I (alone)--- am guilty.

Guilty, guilty, guilty.

In my meditation this morning I thought about (((Jesus.)))

I contemplated Him and the substance of His nature.

I then had the thought of Jesus as that one same oil

(as in the passage above)...the Oil that never runs dry;

oil that supplies (all) joy and provides for us a glad and a happy life .

He issues forth of Himself-- more and then...more.

Think on this then, Gentle Reader.

Bread recipe: my bread (today) was the standard

White bread recipe (made with bread flower) for

the Oster breadmaker (with a little bit of oatmeal;

about 1/3 cup thrown in.)

I will let you know *just how*

it turns out.

:-)

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Hello! 

((Welcome.))

 You have arrived...on planet What-cha-ma-blog

(I haven't named this blog yet)

and on this planet lies the Land of the much-and-much;

a land of milk and of some honey.

Here is a photo for you to dwell on, dear Reader,

as I thus~depart.

I must away to my bread maker and commence

the overall insertion (of ingredients.)