The Nanner Bread is Done

Progress this week so far on the Dutch Alphabet

My banana bread turned out Yummy! I always try to freeze some; however, most of the time we eat it or take it to work within a week or two..........guess what's for breakfast with hot coffee in the morning???

Monday Musings

My stitching and TV chair is calling me.............

New Country Sampler magazine....lots of ideas in those!!!
My new (or really old) quilted bunny pillow I got Saturday at a thrift store. Spring come on!

Got some bananas for a deep discount tonight while at the store. I am going to make banana bread and freeze it/ take some to work tomorrow. They keep asking me there "when are you going to make us some more banana bread?" Well, here it comes! I guess you could say that's job security!!! LOL just joking..... which is really not anything to joke about but you know what I mean!!!

Ren with his order of fahitas, of course, loaded with onions and bell peppers......OMG, we will be taking him out alot tonight.

Awake at 5am this morning~~~~~ I don't know exactly why that happened but anyway, dozed another hour before the alarm went off and up and Adam with the typical routine of Monday. Work has been exceptionally slow, so the day was long. After work I had some leftover steak from yesterday, so we fixed steak fahitas and Ren enjoyed his fahita as well.

Well, off to make some NANNER BREAD!

Life's Lessons Poem

Life's Lessons

I learn, as the years roll onward
And leave the past behind,
That much I had counted sorrow
But proves that God is kind;
That many a flower I had longed for
Had hidden a thorn of pain,
And many a rugged bypath
Led to fields of ripened grain.

The clouds that cover the sunshine
They can not banish the sun;
And the earth shines out the brighter
When the weary rain is done.
We must stand in the deepest shadow
To see the clearest light;

And often through wrong's own darkness
Comes the very strength of light.
The sweetest rest is at even,
After a wearisome day,
When the heavy burden of labor
Has borne from our hearts away;

And those who have never known sorrow
Can not know the infinite peace
That falls on the troubled spirit
When it sees at least release.
We must live through the dreary winter
If we would value the spring;
And the woods must be cold and silent
Before the robins sing.

The flowers must be buried in darkness
Before they can bud and bloom,
And the sweetest, warmest sunshine
Comes after the storm and gloom.

Unknown Author

This poem is a favorite of mine. Someone handwrote this and gave it to me at my son Aaron's funeral in 1985. They only wrote the 1st stanza of it and I didn't know until about 10 years ago when I was reading a poetry book at Barnes and Noble that there was lots more to the poem.