“All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” -- Abraham Lincoln
I remember several years ago, while tucking my sweet girls in one evening, them telling me that one of their favorite words was “Mommy”. I remember smiling bigger than I have ever smiled while squeezing their little faces tight. I have never felt more accomplished. I remember as a child sitting on my mother’s lap, pushing her face towards mine so I could stare at her loving smile as she read to me. It still warms my heart, like no other.
Mothers fill our hearts with an unconditional love and sanctuary that can never be duplicated. I often think of the centuries of soldiers dying on battlefields; calling out to their dear mothers for some last measure of peace in their dying last breaths. For at the end of the day, as beaten and melancholy one may be, our hearts are lightened knowing that at the very least, our mother still loves us.
Mothers are human beings after all, and flawed like all people. I do believe it is a good thing; however, to put mothers on a well-deserved pedestal for their steadfast, deep devotion for their children. For a mother’s love is our first concrete base of unconditional love, as God gifted a mother’s love like his eternal love for us. It is indeed, like no other.
Whether your mother is alive here on earth or alive in your heart, let us celebrate and cherish our mothers, all mothers, always.
I absolutely loved being a Girl Scout and was actually a Cadet before I retired my sash. In retrospect, I can clearly see how the Girl Scout's fundamental tenets and experiences truly helped shape my life as it is today. As a child, I didn't realize that the monthly meetings, camping trips,cookie sales, and earning educational and philanthropy badges were anything more than “fun!”
I was too young to know that these “fun” Girl Scout experiences, infused in my young life, set the stage for my purpose and passion in my later life. For through these Girl Scout experiences, I learned compassion, friendship, teamwork, courage, honesty, work ethic, responsibility, respect for others, the desire to make the world a better place!, and that folks like to buy baked goods :)
Today, I speak, write, and bake to thousands of people across the country. And I always do my very best, like every Girl Scout does, to make the world a better place! I do it in my own way – by changing the world one pie at a time!
Eat pie and love life! xoxoLinda
I remember waking up early (I always was an early riser) to the wonderful combined smell of bacon, biscuits, and coffee at my grandparent's farm in West Virginia For me, the only other delightful aromas that rival this lovely trio, would be an apple pie, and a roasting turkey. Yum!
As a little girl, one of my favorite things to do was to watch my grandpa make his legendary biscuits. The old coal miner baked a batch of golden biscuits almost every day of his adult life. That is a heap load of biscuits! He probably could have made them blindfolded. I remember Grandpa's tired and freckled hands tenderly working the precious biscuit dough, doing everything exactly the same as he had done for decades. Obviously, his practice paid off, for they were always flaky, tender, and family pleasing!
Looking back, I believe one of his secrets was bacon grease. He would grease a hot cast iron skillet with it, and put a tiny bit of bacon grease on top of each biscuit before putting them in the hot oven. The grease gave the biscuits a smoky and salty crusty top and bottom. Mmmm. Smothered with butter and honey, those biscuits were a sweet and salty masterpiece! I never tired of eating them, and still don't. :)
As a vegetarian, I usually don't have bacon grease hanging around like my grandpa did. However; sometimes, when I feel nostalgic, before I put the biscuits in the oven, I brush them with melted butter and sprinkle them with a little sea salt. And as soon as they are cool enough to handle, I spoon some honey with honeycomb on them, smile big, and think of my sweet and simple grandpa with every tender bite! -- xoxolinda
How charming is a leprechaun! I have always found them to be darling; from the happy little one on the Lucky Charms cereal box to the funny little sprite in the Disney movie, "Darby O'Gill and the Little People"
Truly, what is not to like in a leprechaun? Yes, they are rather short and stubborn and their wardrobe is limited in color and style, and some most likely have serious drinking issues. Yes, leprechauns indeed have some strong personality traits, but many of their traits are true tenets to live by. I find the following “leprechaunesque” qualities quite worthy to emulate.
Magical – Let’s be magical and make each day as enchanting as possible.
Mischievous – Let’s be silly and ready for mischief and fun.
Happy – Let’s be giddy about even the littlest things.
Life of the Party – Let’s be the one everyone gravitates to to make life delightful.
Loyal – Let’s be the one everyone can count on.
Eat pie and let’s love the leprechaun in us all! Linda xoxoxx