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Saturday, November 15, 2025
Small Things - Second Saturday in November
- Preparing Your Home And Heart For Advent
Wednesday, November 12, 2025
The Story of Advent
Advent is known, and yet not known. To some it is merely a name; to others, a beautiful custom, a lovely practice. Most of us have taken little, if indeed any, time to learn the history of the season or ponder its significance.
Advent does have a. history, however, an interesting one. To begin with, the Advent season as we now know it does not go back to the beginning of the Christmas era. It may come as a surprise, or even a shock, to learn that the date for the celebration of Christmas has not always been December twenty-fifth. There was a time, for instance, when Christmas was celebrated on the sixth of January. The church year took form gradually, and even today is not uniform everywhere.
Advent as we think of it today, is a season of preparation for Christmas. It includes four Sundays and a variable number of additional days, depending on the day of the week on which December twenty-fifth falls. There is no evidence of an established celebration of Christmas on December twenty fifth until the fourth century, and the season of preparation for that celebration is even more recent.
The season of Advent as such as is not mentioned until the seventh century. Its observance is said to have originated in Gaul. However, a synod at Saragossa, Spain in 380 prescribed a penitential preparation for Christmas. Canon IV (a church rule), states that from the seventeenth of December to Feast of Epiphany (January 6), everyone must attend church daily and that worshippers may not go to church with bare feet. This canon is thought to be the first rule ever passed regarding the observance of the season before Christmas.
There is some vague evidence that a small church council held at Tours about A. D. 567 prescribed a fast to be kept by monks every day in December. This is regarded by some as the first unquestionable reference to an Advent season. A few years later, in the south of Gaul, there is found what seems to be a less exacting rule that applied to everyone regarding the number of days on which the fast was to be observed. It appears evident that it involved a period of tasing, broken only on the third Sunday, which bore the designation, Gaudete, “Rejoice ye.”
The Council of Macon, A.D. 581, also had something to say about the season we know as Advent. Beginning with the Festival of St. Martin (November 11), the second, fourth and sixth days of the week were to be observed as days of fasting. The length of the season, however, seems to have varied a great deal, ranging from six weeks to three, and even two. At the close of the sixth century, Rome established the four Sundays before Christmas as Advent Sundays; in the next century this practice became prevalent, though not universal to the West.
In Roman Catholic churches today, practices vary greatly as to fasting. In Great Britain and Ireland, Wednesdays and Fridays are observed as fast days; but in many part of Europe the weeks in Advent are not set apart in any special way.
In England forty days of fasting before the celebration of the birth of the Lord were observed in the seventh and eighth centuries, as ordered for the Western church by Charlemagne’s “Homilarium.” In 1662 the English Book of Common Prayer stated that “Advent Sunday is always the Sunday nearest the feast of St. Andrew (November 30), whether before or after.”
In the Greek church the general observance of forty days of penitential preparation for Christmas does not appear to have been established before the thirteenth century. The Greek church of today begins the forty days of preparation on November eleventh. The fast is somewhat rigorous on Wednesdays and Fridays and somewhat relaxed on other days.
Different customs have obtained and still obtain during Advent. The Armenians, for instance, observe a fast during the week preceding the Nativity, and during one week beginning fifty days before the Nativity. For this reason it has been thought that these two weeks are of a survival of a fast that had originally lasted fifty days. In Normandy farmers still employ children to run with lighted torches through the fields and orchards setting fire to bundles of straw in order to drive out vermin so that the Christ child might have a clean bed. In Italy the last days of Advent are marked by the entry into Rome of the Calabrian pifferari (itinerant musicians from Calabia) who play bagpipes before the shrines of the Holy Mother, as the shepherds are believed to have done before the infant Savior.
It was natural, perhaps, inevitable, that in those branches of the early Protestant church which reacted violently against even the celebration of Christmas there should be no interest in the Advent season as such. In the liturgical branches of the Protestant church, of course, the season has always had considerable meaning. But it is to be noted that in nearly all church there is today a tendency to a growing observance of the special days and seasons of the Church year. The renewed emphasis presently being given to Advent is in part a reaction against the growing secularization of Christmas. Advent is seen to afford the Christian an opportunity to think clearly and soberly about the mystery of the Incarnation.
- Paul M. Lindberg
Advent: The Days Before Christmas (1966)
Monday, November 10, 2025
Looking Ahead to Advent,
The Beginning Of A New Liturgical Year

"The whole point of the Year of the Lord is that there is more than one way to experience time. The understanding of time that most people live with is only one way to experience it. We could call it the worldly or profane understanding of time. It is an image of time as a straight horizontal line with a middle point, where we stand, called The Present. This line is always moving past us like a conveyor belt. On the left is the Past, where present moments constantly flow and immediately cease to exist. On the right is The Future, which is always moving toward the Present, but never actually arrives.
This model is almost completely abstract. In other words, we never actually experience any of it. The present is gone before we are aware of it, and the past and future lie outside our grasp. Anxiety is built into it. Each human possesses only a limited quantity of this kind of time, and it is constantly passing us by, never to return.
This view of time is not necessarily bad. It can be a useful tool. All human progress, in some sense, depends on it. But its not the whole or most important part of the picture. It is not the way we experience time in the deepest parts of ourselves, on the level of our hearts, and it is not the way God experiences time. Above and below this abstract, one-dimensional timeline, is well, reality. This is the world we actually experience, in which we “live and move and have our being”, as Paul said. The word “I Am” as God introduced himself to Moses. The present moment is eternity.
For most of human history, people experienced time very different. The pattern was not a line, but a circle or cycle. The cycles of sun, moon and stars; of the seasons of the life, death and birth of plants, animals and human beings. Everything went away, but then in some way everything always came back. We can be sure that people living with this image of time still got anxious about things, but anxiety wasn’t built into the system itself.
The image of the cycle contains a lot of truth. It expands the one-dimensional timeline into a two-dimensional circle and so takes in a lot more of reality. it is less abstract than the line, truer to experience and incorporates the fundamental patterns of creation. Years, seasons, months, weeks, days and hours all come from this model of time. Birth, life, death and rebirth are all in it. What it doesn’t include is the possibility for growth. In this cycle, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
The Year of the Lord, the Christian understanding of time, is a variation on the cycle. The timeline, as we’ve said, is a one-dimensional model. The circle is two dimensional. The Year of the Lord is three-dimensional. It is modeled on the spiral, a circle that grows outward and upward. It grows in a vertical direction as well as horizontally, combining the straight line of the past, present and future with the height and depth of eternity. Like a spiraling tornado, it sucks one-dimensional time up into three dimensional reality. It uses time to break us out of time. It hallows and sacralizes time and transforms it into eternity. Year, season month, week, day and hour all concentric circles that lead deeper and deeper into the center; the present moment, where we live in the presence of God. The present is the Presence. And the present time ripples outward again, connecting us with all time and all the cosmos."
Monday, October 13, 2025
From The Archives: My Mom's Recipe Box
It's no surprise to me that regardless of the fact that there were dividers for a number of different food groups, that it was overflowing with recipes for sweets. My mom LOVED to bake, and it was the one thing she did right up to the end of her life that still seemed to bring her a lot of joy. Though glaucoma had robbed of her much of her sight, she could still see well enough to bake things, though admittedly at times the measurements were, shall we say, a tad off. In her later years she stuck to recipes that she had made so many times she knew them by heart (mostly), and on a few occasions she had me take one of the cards from this very box and write it out in VERY large print on several sheets of paper so she could read it.
I knew this box was old, but it wasn't until today that I noticed her maiden name scratched in the top, so now I'm thinking she may have been collecting recipes even before she met and married my dad, and as you can see it is well worn.
Of course in the picture at the top she is not quite old enough to be doing much in the kitchen, I think she once told me that this was her first grade school picture. But in going through some old family pictures recently, I laughed at how many there are of my mom in the kitchen, like the one below. My dad raved about my mom's cooking, and she loved cooking for him, so I'm really not surprised. Several of the recipes in this box I know she's had since the 70's because I remember her making them. But I think some of them may be even older than that. Looking at her familiar script is comforting, in an odd sort of way. A little piece of her that I still have with me.
❈ Apple Cobbler
7 to 8 large (9 cups) tart cooking apples, peeled, cored, sliced 1/4-inch
3/4 cup sugar
3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
2 cups all-purpose flour
2 cups sugar
2 large eggs
2 teaspoons baking powder
3/4 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup butter, melted
Ice cream, if desired
Heat oven to 350°F. and place sliced apples in ungreased 13x9-inch baking dish.
Combine 3/4 cup sugar and 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon in bowl; sprinkle over apples.
Combine remaining cinnamon, flour, sugar, eggs, baking powder and salt in bowl; mix until mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Sprinkle over apples. Pour melted butter over topping. Bake 45-55 minutes or until lightly browned and apples are tender. Serve warm with ice cream, if desired.
Do you have a collection of recipe cards written out in your grandmother or mother's familiar hand? And isn't it lovely to have such treasures? What is one recipe from your childhood that you remember someone in your family making and do you still make it today? For me it my mom's chocolate pie, which I make every Thanksgiving and Christmas, so I'll be sharing that recipe here with you soon! Until then, leave your memories (and recipes), in the comments!
Monday, September 29, 2025
From The Archives - Favorite Poems: Poems of Home
Pumpkin patch in Delaware, Autumn 2018
Quiet pictures, books, and welcoming chairs . . .
Music that the very silence shares. . .
Kitchen windows curtained blue and white . . .
Shelves and cupboards built for my delight . . .
Little things that lure and beckon me
With their tranquil joy, and let there be
Lilt of laughter-swift forgotten tears
Woven through the fabric of the years. . .
Strength to guard me, eyes to answer mine
Mutely clear. And though without may shine
Stars of dawn or sunset's wistful glow,
All of life and love my house shall show.
~ Catherine Parmenter Newell
Saturday, September 27, 2025
Small Things - The Vacation Edition #6
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In no particular order, here are three small things that inspired me recently;
1. Come On Home
Jessica Smartt's new book is out now! I've had my copy pre-ordered for several weeks now, and can not wait to dive in! My husband and I are considering foster care again. We did it for about seven years when our girls were young, and now that we are empty nesters it's something we're considering again. With that, I've been re-reading some of my favorite parenting / mothering books recently to re-ground myself in some essential basic truths. I was so blessed by her previous book, Let Them Be Kids, and I'm sure I'll be equally blessed by her latest offering!Wednesday, September 24, 2025
Small Things - The Vacation Edition #5
"Life is not, for most of us, a pageant of splendor, but is made up of many small things, rather like an old fashioned piecework quilt. No two people have the same, but we all have our own, whether it be listening to Beethoven's fifth with a beloved friend, or seeing a neighbor at the back door with a basket of white dahlias. Or after a long, hard day, having the family say, "That was a good supper."
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In no particular order, here are three small things that inspired me recently;
Monday, September 22, 2025
Small Things - The Vacation Edition #4
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In no particular order, here are three small things that inspired me recently;
Saturday, September 20, 2025
Small Things - The Vacation Edition #3
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Wednesday, September 17, 2025
Small Things - The Vacation Edition #2
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In no particular order, here are three things that inspired me recently.
Monday, September 15, 2025
Small Things - The Vacation Edition #1
I honestly didn't intend to be absent from this space last week. Autumn and Winter are equally my favorite seasons and I have so many ideas for things I want to share. But like so many of you, I'm sure, this past week has been hard, with the news of new tragedies filling our Facebook feed almost daily. I'm not really sure why, but for some reason coming here and sharing about my life just seemed wrong, as if I was oblivious to the deep hurts of so many. My heart, in particular, was so broken for the young woman whose life was taken in North Carolina. It's all just senseless, and a reflection of the broken, hurting world in which we live. I wasn't really sure what to do with myself, I can't change the world, but in the end I knew the one thing I could do is to continue to do what I do every day, try to make a our home a safe refuge for the ones I love, and intentionally focus on beauty. Now that we are empty nesters we're making some changes around the homestead. Our house is small with only two bedrooms, and because of that for the past three years our daughter occupied the larger bedroom because she had more furniture and clothes than my husband and I combined! But with her recent marriage, we are now moving into the larger bedroom, and since I am a lover a color the first thing on the agenda was to paint! I've known from the first day we moved into this house that once this room was ours I would paint the walls in my favorite shade of rusty red, and that's exactly what I did, for three days! Yesterday my husband and I undertook the task of switching out the beds, and today we'll move in some other furniture and perhaps add a few decorative touches, as well. Eventually I'll make a valance for the window, but even with only the bed and nightstands in the room we are loving it already! So as you can see, my days have been quite busy, and by evening I was too tired to even think of composing a post!
I wish I could say that the coming weeks looked more promising, but we are actually leaving this coming Saturday for Texas to visit family and will likely be gone for 10-12 days. It saddened me a little to think of not posting here regularly during that time, and then today I had an idea! Why not write several posts similar to my weekly Small Things series (which I actually missed last Saturday!), and schedule them while I'm away? And so that's is exactly what I am going to do. Today is the first in the "Vacation Edition" series, and there will be two more this week, on Wednesday and then on Saturday, and then it will repeat again for next week on Monday/Wednesday and Saturday. Our plan is to be back around the 1st of October, but as it stands right now we don't really have a set date, because . . . we're empty nesters now, and we can! It's my hope that this will give you a little something to look forward to while I'm away and **maybe** when I get back things will actually slow down a little. I have decided that since I'll be posting these three times a week, rather than six links, each post will only inlude three. And so, without further delay, here is this week's first installment;
Here are three small things that inspired me this week . . .
Monday, September 8, 2025
From The Archives: Books From My Childhood
For The Love Of Cozy Homes
I'm out of town today at a follow up doctor's appointment with my daughter. With that, I thought I'd share one of my favorite posts from my archives. These books, depicting cozy scenes of home, seem fitting in this season. I just shared links to Autumn Story by Jill Barklem in my post this past Saturday, and this will direct you to a few more. And while we no longer live in an apartment in the city (when this post was originally written), I will say that our little homestead in the country definitely shows the influence of these lovely books! And with that, here's the original post, I hope you'll enjoy!
Originally posted April 27, 2023
I finished reading A Nest for Celeste: A Story About Art, Inspiration and the Meaning of Home by Henry Cole, on Thursday. It's a lovely book about a little mouse that lives in a great house on a plantation and befriends a young boy who carries her around in his pocket. Celeste faces several trials and adventures in the story, but has a gift for curating a safe and cozy home wherever she finds herself. At one point in the story she ventures up into the attic and comes across a doll house, just fit for a mouse, and temporarily makes it her home. Here's a passage from the chapter that I think is just lovely!
"Celeste began straightaway to clean and make order of her new home. Now that the house was bright and cheery, and its contents easy to see, she could open drawers, explore cabinets, shake out linens, polish brass, shine crockery and sweep floors.
And that she did. She made a small broom using feathers from. the old mattresses, and a rag from a bit of mattress ticking. Soon the floors and the walnut staircase glowed. She dusted and polished the chandelier and glass cabinet doors.
An inventory of the dining room cabinet revealed a lace tablecloth, four china plates with matching cups and saucers, and a china serving platter. In one drawer, Celeste found several tiny serving candles, partially melted from the summer heat in the attic.
She pulled one of the chairs from the living room out on to the windowsill. The missing pane afforded her the chance of catching a passing breeze, and from her perch she could see the comings and goings of the plantation below.
Celeste felt contented after days of hard work. She straightened one last picture, fluffed up a sofa cushion, and then at last made her way to her bedroom."
I don't know about you, but being a lover of homekeeping and creating cozy spaces for myself and my family, this just speaks to my soul! I could envision myself stepping right into that scene and helping Celeste set everything to right. I thrive on bringing order to chaos! This particular book was one that I discovered while homeschooling my girls, but the book that began it all was one I received when I was probably about six years old.
It all started with Miss Suzy, which is the tale of little gray squirrel "who lives all by herself in the tip tip top of a tall oak tree." To this day I dream of living in a tree house, and I'm apparently not alone (I like #15 and #28). Like Celeste, Miss Suzy was forced for a time to take up residence in an attic doll house, where she discovers a small box of wooden soldiers who come to her aide in recovering her lovely tree top home. I don't want to give too much away in case you've never read it.
"Miss Suzy liked to cook, she liked to clean, and she liked to sing while she worked. Every morning Miss Suzy made herself a bowl of acorn pudding. And as she stirred it around she sang, "Oh I love to cook, I love to bake, I guess I'll make an acorn cake". After that she swept her moss carpet with a little broom she made from acorn twigs. Then she dusted her firefly lamps and rinsed her acorn cups and put her whole house in order."
Reading those words is like coming home, so precious and familiar. They sweep me right back to the tiny bedroom in the north west corner of my childhood home where I first discovered this delightful story. If i could point to a moment when my love for all things homey and cozy was first instilled in my heart, it was upon reading this delightful little story. If you've never read it and don't want to bother with purchasing a copy or finding one at the library, I found a lovely reading of it, here.
I have many fond memories from my childhood of seeking out small spaces, which for a time was a corner of our garage, and transforming them into the most magical places. I recall when Cinderella was banished to the attic, and Rapunzel to the top of the tall tower, how lucky they were to be able to make a home in these more secluded, rustic spaces, and to keep company with the field mice and the birds. Though quiet honestly, on the few occasions when a mouse did make its way into our home, I was not welcoming! For a time, I did have a desire to keep a tiny mouse in a cage complete with a teacup, but as I've grown older I'm more content to imagine the adventurous lives they lead in the forest.
There were other books throughout my childhood, and in raising my girls that I've loved for their cozy depictions of home and coziness. Farmer Boy, by Laura Ingalls Wilder, in my opinion is one of the most descriptive of the series when it comes to painting the scene of coziness.
"There were slabs of tempting cheese, there was a plate of quivering head cheese, there were glass dishes of jams and jellies and preserves and a tall pitcher of milk, and a steaming pan of baked beans with a crisp bit of fat pork in the crumbling brown crust.
Almonzo ate the sweet, mellow baked beans. He ate the bit of salt pork that melted like cream in his mouth. He ate mealy boiled potatoes, with brown ham gravy. He ate the ham. He bit deep into velvety bread spread thick with butter, and he ate the crisp golden crust. He demolished a small heap of pale mashed turnips, and a hill of stewed yellow pumpkin. Then he sighed and tucked his napkin deeper into the neck back of his red waist. And he ate plum preserves and strawberry jam, and grape jelly, and spiced watermelon rind pickles. He felt very comfortable inside Slowly he ate a piece of pumpkin pie."
- from Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder
Chapter 2 - Winter Evening
That passage makes me hungry just reading it!
Some of my daughter's favorite books that likewise depict cozy scenes of home is the Brambly Hedge series by Jill Barklem.
Saturday, September 6, 2025
Small Things - First Saturday in September 2025
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In no particular order, here are six things that inspired me this week.
















