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The Joy of Little Things

It’s good the great green earth to roam,
Where sights of awe the soul inspire;
But oh, it’s best, the coming home,
The crackle of one’s own hearth-fire!
You’ve hob-nobbed with the solemn Past;
You’ve seen the pageantry of kings;
Yet oh, how sweet to gain at last
The peace and rest of Little Things!

Perhaps you’re counted with the Great;
You strain and strive with mighty men;
Your hand is on the helm of State;
Colossus-like you stride . . . and then
There comes a pause, a shining hour,
A dog that leaps, a hand that clings:
O Titan, turn from pomp and power;
Give all your heart to Little Things.

Go couch you childwise in the grass,
Believing it’s some jungle strange,
Where mighty monsters peer and pass,
Where beetles roam and spiders range.
‘Mid gloom and gleam of leaf and blade,
What dragons rasp their painted wings!
O magic world of shine and shade!
O beauty land of Little Things!

I sometimes wonder, after all,
Amid this tangled web of fate,
If what is great may not be small,
And what is small may not be great.
So wondering I go my way,
Yet in my heart contentment sings . . .
O may I ever see, I pray,
God’s grace and love in Little Things.

So give to me, I only beg,
A little roof to call my own,
A little cider in the keg,
A little meat upon the bone;
A little garden by the sea,
A little boat that dips and swings . . .
Take wealth, take fame, but leave to me,
O Lord of Life, just Little Things.

– Robert William Service

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Wonderful. That pretty much sums up the past couple of months while I’ve been absent from the blog. Erik, my exceptionally hard working and good looking husband, was home for several weeks, so all the festivities of the season seemed extra special. (If you remember, Erik was in Iraq last Christmas.) I could go on and on, but I’ll just leave you with a few little snippets.

There was our Ukranian Christmas Eve supper, which was fantastic. We pulled out all the stops and cooked up a traditional 12-course meal, including holobtsi (cabbage rolls), perogi, borscht, salmon, breads, and a huge assortment of other goodies (most of which I had never made before, which I know violates the rules of hosting a dinner party, but everything turned out delicious).

While we were cooking the aforementioned dinner, our new wood-burning fireplace insert was installed. This was especially welcome, as we had no other heat in the house besides an old, inefficient baseboard heater, and the weather has been unusually cold. Temperatures in Gold Beach rarely drop to freezing, yet we had a couple weeks where night time temperatures dropped into the low 20s, and daytime temps never reached 40. Brrr!

Not including all the holiday cooking, my friend, John, and I have been keeping the kitchen hopping with canning almost every weekend–and sometimes more often–since we started in November. Here are a few jars of delicious spiced applesauce we made, along with a huge batch of honey whole wheat bread. Here’s my new favorite recipe for wheat bread.

And just this week we celebrated Gavin’s 4th birthday with pizza and rootbeer at his favorite pizza joint in town. This kid. He just won’t stop growing. He’s so much fun. He’s developed such a great sense of humor, and he’s always talking (although we can’t always understand him) about something REALLY interesting. (These days that something is almost always centered around Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, his favorite Japanese amime; the box in the picture contains a scale model of his favorite character from said anime, up for nomination as Best Gift of the Century.)

There are a few other notable events from the past couple weeks which I would be remiss to not mention:

My hard working, handsome husband turned 26.

We successfully navigated our way through another BHM deadline (look for the March/April 2010 issue in your mailbox in mid-February).

I passed the half-way mark in my pregnancy with our little Baby Dango, I’m finally over most of the exhaustion of the first trimester, and I’m starting to feel a lot of movement.

It’s going to be a wonderful, busy year here on the Tuttle place. I hope you are all enjoying yourselves as much as we are.

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These are homemade hamburger buns just cut out and on their second rise. They were so good. Recipe here. It is a bread machine recipe, but I did it by hand.

The hamburger buns were also good for evening entertainment. I turned out the kitchen lights and turned on the oven light and everyone gathered round to watch them bake.

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We’re getting ready for the holidays at work. My dad strung lights on the eave of our building in Gold Beach, and I set up our tree in the front lobby.

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I will be posting mostly photos for the next few weeks. Please enjoy a little peak into our lives this season.

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Thursday we headed up to my folks house outside of town. Lenie prepared this spectacular feast for us. Everything was so delicious. We stayed the night and enjoyed some downtime.

Friday we headed back down the hill and out of town the other way to party down with Erik’s family. Erik was disappointed to miss the festivities, but I passed my cellphone around and everybody talked his ear off until well past his bedtime (on the east coast).

This morning we discovered this huge turkey hen hanging out in our yard. My dad estimated that she must have weighed 20 pounds. She escaped Thanksgiving dinner, but I think she’d make a fine Christmas feast.

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Up for adoption: Two useless cats who couldn’t catch one slow mouse.

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Back in June my brother, Jacob, helped me rip the carpet out of the house, pry up the hundreds of thousands of staples, tacks, and nails, and thoroughly scrub 50-year-old asbestos tile. In August I drove to Lumber Liquidators in Eugene and picked up 1/2 of my order of flooring. Mike, the super talented builder/craftsman/and now licensed contractor (congrats, Mike!), picked up the other half.

In September, when my husband was here for a visit, he and Mike started nailing it down.

And now it looks like this throughout the whole house. This is tiger strand bamboo.

I’m in love. (And look, I even washed the floor before I took this picture. Shiny!)

Here’s a link to the wood flooring I got.

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It’s November. November, people! Wasn’t it just November not too long ago? I’m telling you, Father Time is rolling the seasons out way too fast for me. And the colds. I mean really. Is all this coughing and carrying on really necessary? Last year it felt like we were sick all winter long. I hope we’re not in for a repeat of that.

My mom gave me a tin of Badger brand chest rub this year, and I love it so much that I hardly ever break out the Vick’s any more. It smells delightful and not at all medicine-y, but it works just as well. I try to always reach for this and hot tea before I break out the “real” medicine.

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