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Monday, August 4, 2003

Ah, August!  I don't think I've ever welcomed August.  I think of August as a month that has to be endured.  August's blistering heat sends me inside seeking a cool spot.  Long ago in the days of my youth, August went on for what seemed forever and ever.  School loomed in the far, far distance.  August is shorter these days.  Kids return to school so early. We never went back to school until after Labor Day. 
                   Welcome August! 
Keep A Poem In Your Pocket
          Beatrice De Regniers

Keep a poem in your pocket
And a picture in your head
And you'll never feel lonely
At night when you're in bed.

The little poem will sing to you
The little poem will bring to you
A dozen dreams to dance to you
At night when you're in bed.

Keep a picture in your pocket
And a poem in your head
And you'll never feel lonely
At night when you're in bed.


Mr. Fritz
Meet My NEO PETS!
Ashabloom,
the Cybunny
Indiana Red, the Wocky
King Mauler, the Chomby
Hans Solo
Friday, August 29, 2003

August! Where have you gone?  I'm not complaining, mind  you. You are way too hot for me.  I long for the sweet relief and briskness of Autumn. 

Funny, it seems many major changes have happened to me in Autumn.  Change is often unwelcome, but change can be a good thing. I welcome change.

The yard rabbits are still in residence.  I watch them in the mornings as I have breakfast.sometimes. It's such a delight to know bunnies share my world- outside and inside. I want to peek in the rabbit hole under the barn.  Just like a magic, I watched a bunny disappear from sight down the hole.

Goodbye August!
Where Go the Boats?
  Robert Louis Stevenson

DARK brown is the river.  
Golden is the sand.  
It flows along for ever,  
With trees on either hand.  
 
Green leaves a-floating,  
Castles of the foam,  
Boats of mine a-boating  
Where will all come home?  
 
On goes the river  
And out past the mill,  
Away down the valley,  
Away down the hill.  
 
Away down the river,  
A hundred miles or more,  
Other little children  
Shall bring my boats ashore
Summer's End Poem
Sampler Quilt
After many years of not sewing, I've rediscovered quilting.  I've always loved quilts. Both my Grandmothers pieced quilts.  The huge quilting fram hung from the ceiling at one Grandmother's house. It could be lowered to work on quilts, but I don't recall there ever being a quilt in the frame. 

My other Grandmother, Grandma Dora created beautiful quilts, all by hand.  She told me she made a quilt for everyone when they got married and she said she would make one for me.  That day never came, sadly, Grandma Dora passed on and all the lovely quilts she left behind went to someone else. 

This is a sampler quilt for beginners that gives a taste of 28 different blocks and a variety of styles.   We'll see how I do.  Years ago, I could actually see how to thread the needle.

Shoo Fly Block
Tuesday, September 23, 2003

WELCOME AUTUMN!

So, Summer has slipped away and this journal is sorely outdated.  My great idea to record all my daily  blood sugars.. ah well.  Like so many ideas..poof!  I've made no more quilt blocks but have three cut out ready for sewing.  I plan to create those into pillows (with a patrotic theme). 

I have created and finished 3 dresses for Ethel.  I have material for 3 more.  These dresses have only a few pieces and can be finished in a day.  Ethel is David's Mother.  She lives in a nursing home near us.  She suffers with Altzheimer's disease.  I'm not sure she knows us these days.  The brain is an odd organ and pathways to memory are odd as well. 

Sometimes lately, I forget words I am searching for. or people's names from years back but I keep looking until I find the name or face or word.

I heard wild geese honking their way across the sky last night and I can feel Fall nipping just a bit.  I am most happiest in the Fall. 

September, I haven't given  you your due but you are forever changed.  September used to be apples, books, starchy, itchy new school clothes- new shoes.  When I was young, there were 5 children to clothe and feed. We got 2 pairs of shoes a year.  In the fall, we got sturdy sensible shoes. Shoes that would last through the Winter snows.  Mine were always Saddle Oxfords.  black and white... Sturdy.  Once, I remember the shoe strings were multi-colored and I recall being facinated and so much in style.

September memories now include 9-11. September and our world is forever changed. .I heard a radio comentator say that we all should keep a little sand-paper locket filled with the events of that day close to our hearts . Sand-paper so it would chafe us and recall to our minds, lest we forget and become complacent again. 
Sunday, October 12, 2003

Welcome Autumn!
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Pumpkin Pie

Prep Time: 10 Min
Cook Time: 1 Hour

Ingredients

1 (9 inch) unbaked deep dish pie crust
3/4 cup white sugar
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
2 eggs
1 (15 ounce) can Pumpkin (not pumpkin mix)
1 (12 ounce) can Evaporated milk

Directions:

Preheat oven to 425
1. Combine sugar, salt, cinnamon, ginger and
   cloves in a small bowl.
2. Beat eggs lightly in a large bowl.
   Add pumpkin and sugar spice mixture.
   Gradually add in milk.
3. Mix well and pour into unbaked pie shell.


4.  Bake for 15 minutes.
Reduce heat to 350
and  bake for 40-50 minutes or until knife
inserted comes out clean.  Yum!


Handy Hare Hint: Place the pie shells on a cookie sheet in the  oven.                                 THEN, add your pumpkin mix!  Works well for
                                 butter- fingered rabbits like me!

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Our visit to the Orchard
Wednesday, October 29, 2003

October, where did you go? 
Today is a crisp, clear, sunshinny, a perfectly lovely Autumn day.  After several gloomy, dark, rainy days, the sun is a welcome sight.

The Month in Review::

October has been an unhealthy month for both my husband and myself. The DRS and staff have become accustomed to our faces. 

Early this month, I learned a new word.  I guess I'd heard it before but never actually heard it used. The word is:autonomous.and here is the definition. 1 : of, relating to, or marked by autonomy
2 a : having the right or power of self-government b : undertaken or carried on without outside control : SELF-CONTAINED <an autonomous school system>
3 a : existing or capable of existing independently <an autonomous zooid> b : responding, reacting, or developing independently of the whole <an autonomous growth>
Existing independently, responding and reacting independently. The synonym for autonomous is FREE..  Note to self:  Beware of this word.

The end of the month brought discovery and sadness.  Strange, how some events trigger memories of others and once one memory escapes, it makes the way for others to come.  They parade up and down before me today and I'll let them stay for a while, but their power over me is finished and I can send them packing at my pleasure.  But today, I let them come because I realize all the experiences in the past made me the person I am today.

These last few days, I have been reminded of jealousy, anger, friendship and gossip.  Those things are always present and we always acknowledge them, but often at a distance. Sometimes, they march right in and make themselves known.  Up close and way too personal for comfort.

**Friends come and go in our lives.  Some are quick, bright, brilliant flashes.that require much attention and ado. High maintenance!  Others are soft glows.  Warm lanterns in quiet windows content to "just be."   True friends are treasures and I am prone to want to hold fast to treasures.  Greedy and stubborn I suppose.  True friends accept faults, shortcomings and misunderstandings. This true friendship will endure through the darkest storm.  A bit tattered in the morning, but still willing to endure.  Still sure that the friendship is worth the storm.  "Still Willing" that's the key. 

Some friends are surprises!  The depth you only can see in time of need.  These are friends indeed!

Other friends are not friends at all. They are pretenders.  They are shallow with no depth of root.  They are the users and people collectors, confidence gatherers and  any breeze or imaginined slight whisks them away like so much fluff and dander.  

But what of Best Friends?  They are the ones "willing" without a second thought, to venture out in dark, stormy nights.because you asked.   Best friends come with no strings attached.

Thinking on all of this today in the waning moments of my favorite month, October, I find myself  outside of the circle and I realize that things are not always what they seem. I am enlightened, learning and "willing".

Experiences have tutored me.  If someone makes their circle small, then I am apt to draw a bigger circle and include them again.
Foolish, isn't it?.  Naive? Yes, probably so. Most often, I am  left with just a circle, but I am better for having made the attempt.

Goodbye October!.  . 
Halloween, October 31, 2003

Cleaning up, Tossing out and Moving on! 

Welcome November!  Halloween was sure a lot of fun.  All the Treaters (no Trickers) were so cute.  A couple came around twice  but that was okay. I was glad to be rid of all the candy.  Halloween was a happy and sweet way to end the month.
November 1, 2003

Welcome Novemeber!

Novemeber arrived without the sun.  Overcast and breezy all day.  Quite warm though.  I was surprised to notice at the grocery Christmas decorations, lights and Christmas carols over the speakers.  Good Grief!  Imagine when folks didn't even get a tree until two weeks before.  But them most of them were real and only lasted two weeks.  Poor Thanksgiving is overlooked!
Halloween Hares
Today

By Ethel Romig Fuller

I have spread wet linen
On lavender bushes;
I have swept rose petals
From a garden walk.
I have labeled jars of raspberry jam;
I have baked a sunshine cake;
I have embroidered a yellow duck
On a small blue frock.
I have polished andirons,
Dusted the highboy,
Cut sweet peas for a black bowl,
Wound the tall clock,
Pleated a lace ruffle,
Today
I have lived a poem.
Saturday, November 22, 2003

Thanksgiving is almost here.  I can't say I'm excited about it.  I think I'll use that day to be count my blessings and reflect on happy times instead of indulging in the usual Thanksgiving fare.BUT It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.... Yes! 

I'm looking forward to Christmas this year and I've already got a bunch of decorations up. After a somewhat rocky start to November, December is looking very good!  The extreme hurt of loosing a friend has subsided and as far as I care, that friend (who never really was) can go suck a lemon.  I'm a great person and it's their loss.. nahhh nahhh.. LOL

Company for Christmas this year!!!  I'm pumped!
Monday, November 24, 2003

Today we had our first snow of the season. It wasn't pretty, water ball, sparkly, fluffly snow.  It looked more like ice shavings.  There was a bit on the roof and I had to scrape the car windshield.  Hmmm? Suddenly wondering why we have a garage.. oh yes, to store junk in, that's it!

The Circle of Lights, downtown Indianapolis is almost ready to be kicked off. It would be fun to actually go see the "tree" lit up. We make the trip downtown to enjoy all the lights many times during the holiday season. 

It's almost time to begin creating Christmas pics of the "Hareum",  The digital camera is great!  Instant gratification or instant disappointment. But the good part is you can erase it all and start over.  .How Cool!
My Nut Cracker Collection
New This Season
The First One
Don't Forget to Count Your Blessings!

I'm Nobody! Who Are You?
   by Emily Dickinson.

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd advertise - you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Saturday, December 29, 1003

Christmas is over at last and I am grateful to tuck it away with ghosts of Christmas's past.  I'm not sure I will continue this online journal after December slips away.  I'm just counting my blessing and waiting to see what the New Year will bring..
100 Things About Me
Hare's Journal ~ 2004
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