SPRING LIME TEA COOKIES
- 2 teaspoons lime juice
- 1/3 cup milk
- 1/2 cup butter, softened
- 3/4 cup white sugar
- 1 egg
- 2 teaspoons lime zest
- 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 teaspoon baking powder
- 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
- 2 tablespoons lime juice
- 1/4 cup white sugar
- Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Combine the 2 teaspoons of lime juice with the milk, let stand for 5 minutes.
- In a large bowl, cream together the butter and 3/4 cup sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in the egg, then stir in the lime zest and milk mixture. Combine the flour, baking powder and baking soda, blend into the creamed mixture. Drop by rounded spoonfuls onto the ungreased cookie sheets.
- Bake for 8 to 10 minutes in the preheated oven, until the edges are light brown. Allow cookies to cool on baking sheets for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack to cool completely.
- To make the glaze, stir together the remaining lime juice and sugar. Brush onto cooled cookies.
by Ted Kooser
Before I was born I was water.
I thought of this sitting on a blue
chair surrounded by pink, red, white
hollyhocks in the yard in front
of my green studio. There are conclusions
to be drawn but I can't do it anymore.
Born man, child man, singing man,
dancing man, loving man, old man,
dying man. This is a round river
and we are her fish who become water.
~ Jim Harrison
In Several Colors
Every morning, cup of coffee
in hand, I look out at the mountain.
Ordinarily it's blue, but today
it's the color of an eggplant.
And the sky turns
from gray to pale apricot
as the sun rolls up
Main Street in Andover
I study the cat's face
and find a trace of white
around each eye, as if
he made himself up today
for a part in the opera.
"In Several Colors," by Jane Kenyon, from Otherwise (Graywolf Press).
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Build a snow wall . Firmly pack snowballs on top of one another to form a wall of snow. Keep track of how long it takes the wall to melt completely.
Backtrack in the snow. Make a line of shoe or boot tracks in a deep snow. Then try to step backward into each foot print without falling down or making a new print.
“In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love; they had five hundred years of democracy and peace and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.”Orson Welles, The Third Man
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
Maryanne Williamson ~
photo: Susan Wray
A forty-eight hour fall with more to come.
Our life suspended. The flakes, heavy and
discrete, rise on roof and rail to loaves of snow.
The generous sky breeds a pearly light
with no shadow. We up the heat against
the forecast's drop. Voices on the phone agree,
It's beautifully dangerous. Stay home.
Somewhere the repeated, muted sound—
a shovel shifting from a sidewalk
its soft, square load.