About ml

Welcome to my world. I live on a ranch in the middle of Texas Hill Country; "God's Country" as it is known. There is just no stopping the beauty and creative possibilities that pour out in front of me daily. I share them with you. With ballet, fiber art, and food as the birth place of my expressions I have branched out and blossomed here. Anything is possible. Come with me and create a new world.

Red Hot Jalepeno Jelly… How Sweet


 Summer is officially over by the calendar. Our Indian summer allows us a bounty of harvest from summers garden.

When peppers come together with sugar sweet, there is a coolness that forgives the bite. Like being slapped then kissed.

It’s worth it.  Jalapeno and pepper jelly, You’ll keep going back for more.


Fish are Jumpin’……

IMG_20140812_041907Bay fishing in South Texas. It just doesn’t get any better than this. Had the full moon cooperated the catch would have rivaled our enthusiasm. In very short time with a little butter and love , these beauties will simmer and dance to our plates.

Summertime, and the livin is easy.
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Who Needs Ruby Slippers?!


If life is a bowl of cherries,
Without you it’s the pits.

If life is a puzzle,
Without you the pieces don’t fit.

If life is a song,
Without you there’s no rhyme.

If life is forever,
Without you there’s no time.

Even Better.. Roasted Honey Fig Ice Cream


Here is what you do with those luscious honey roasted figs… you make honey roasted fig ice cream!
The creamy, smooth, ancient flavors of figs and …ice cream. (if ice cream isn’t ancient, believe me, they would have eaten it!)

Usually when you lick the spoon and ice cream blade you try and show some restraint. Not here.

Enjoy your sweet summer.

Roasted Figs and honey

IMG_20140803_030444Figs and honey, there is nothing funny

about a treat as serious as this.

Like rose bud lips and dancing hips,

Try and find a sweeter kiss.


Had Eve herself, found figs instead,

She would have kept them all within.

And Adam would found her happy,

In that there is no sin.


So if you dare, share your find

and bring a smile to faces.

But remember when you are all alone,

there are no social graces.



Summer Silk


Summer silk. Graceful like a butterfly lighting on clear water.
When it is this hot outside you need something to make you feel like a breeze.
I can’t imagine you holding anything else other than a perfect blueberry pie.
You will be the epitome of a summer sky.

Time to call everyone to the table…your gorgeous table.

Deere John


 When your niece looks at you and sais..” We can make a quilt together!!”

You say.. ” you know it !”

And you do, and you have a blast.

Quilts are a process and you are missing the point if you don’t allow yourself to enjoy the way to the binding.


For her first quilt I think we nailed it.

So when I get back to school I will show and tell what I did this summer… created alot of fun with my niece.

Encore Fathers Day

IMG_20140615_084529 For when your father swept you up in his  arms and tossed you around like a boneless monkey, with you screaming all the while  to be released from the ecstatic  torture,  and directly  after being released , gasping for enough air in your tiny lungs to squeal,

” Do me again Daddy!”


Happy Father’s Day

Father’s Voice
Judd Mortimer Lewis

Sometimes I wake from dreams and wonder where
I am for just a moment; a lisp
Comes trembling to me; “Papa, are you there ?”
Just those four words in just the faintest wisp
Of a wee voice, a wee and frightened tone;
And I make haste to answer: “Yes, dear, why?”
And then she says: ” Me finked me was a lone—”
Her voice trails off into a drowsy sigh.

Poor little girl! she sees no light or spark,
And feels strange, shapeless forms around her creep;
But when her father’s voice comes through the dark
She knows that she is safe, and sinks to sleep;
And though the dark-time dangers are as real
And dreadful, too, as aught on earth could be,
She hears her father’s voice and seems to feel
That all that threatened now is bound to flee.

Our Father! who art with us in the dark
And in the light, whose presence wraps us round;
Though darkness shuts us in and no faint spark
Doth guide our feet; and wither we are bound,
Or whence we come, is hidden from our sight
So that we merely grope our way along,
We feel Thy presence guiding us aright,
And paths, erstwhile all dark, break into song.

And when life’s bedtime becks us to rest
We falter at the dark that threats us then;
Like frightened children we do our best
To stay awake and open our eyes again;
And in fear’s perfect ecstasy we shriek:
” Our Father! Oh , our Father! Are You there?”
And calmly through the dark Your accents speak,
And so we bid farewell to every care.

So , oh, my little girl, on your old dad
You lean, and go to sleep in sweet content;
And dad knows how you feel for he had had
The self same feeling; his own strength all spent,
He oft bowed him down in bitter woe,
When all seemed dark and life was just a spell
Of bitterness-and then- God’s voice! and, lo!
Life’s darkness turned to light! ans all was well.

That dad is so impotent, Marjorie,
Does give him greater grief than he has known!
Ah, life and all, dear child, he’d give for thee!
Would God that dad could make your pains his own.


Blueberry Pie. The Mother of all pies.


Bright, exotic and ever so berry.
If apple is the father of all pies then blueberry is the Mother.
Shimmering sapphires that brighten your disposition while quietly eradicating any and all free radicals within a 20 mile radius of your being.
Blueberry pie. It’s good medicine.
It’s my favorite pie.
Please indulge.