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For over thirty years, Thanksgiving dinner had included stuffing made with tart apples, tangy onions and spicy sausage. Delicious! However, it began as a unilateral decision, becoming worthy of the vote only as children grew of an age to have an opinion. There had only been one dissenting vote in those decades. One solitary voice asking for redress of this culinary grievance. Appeals to equality of culture went unheard. There was no debate. Nor was there cornbread dressing.

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Cornbread in a cast iron skillet

2016 has been a most unusual year in politics, and the politics of this Thanksgiving were no different. The majority would not rule! With her usual firm sense of self, Snip didn’t bother with a recount. Didn’t bother with a count at all, but plunged into the work with an unexpected zeal. She produced a deep, golden, whole-grained cornbread in preparation for the Redressing of the Dressing. Justice is served.

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A ramble in the woods

Forever Wild Trails, Dothan, Alabama

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Hitty Thisbe took Yorick out for a special treat on Saturday. In truth, it was a special treat for the entire family. The Montgomery Museum of Fine Art and the Alabama Shakespeare Festival hosted a celebration featuring the First Folio, on loan from the Folger Shakespeare Library, and a performance of “Gravedigger’s Tale”, a re-telling of Hamlet from a rather different point of view.

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Yorick couldn’t wait to hear the gravedigger’s down-to-earth perspective on the Prince of Denmark.

It was exciting to see the interest in the First Folio. Exciting, naturally, to see the Bard’s words revealed in the folio, knowing so many could have been lost without it’s printing. The Gravedigger, with help from the audience, spun his tale delightfully. It was difficult for Yorick to give him a standing ovation, but the thought was there. The day ended back in the garden with “No Holds Bard”, presented by Theatre AUM – sprightly performances by young actors, others young-at-heart, in celebration of Shakespeare.

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Montgomery Museum of Fine Art

First Folio! The Book That Gave Us Shakespeare

Gravedigger’s Tale

Theatre AUM

 

A quick trip to Orange Beach on Alabama’s beautiful Gulf Coast gave Hitty Taffenous an opportunity let the sand run over the tops of her black boots – sigh, no toes – while collecting seashells.

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And after walking the beach and skipping through the waves, as well as one can skip through the waves being a pegged wooden doll, relaxing as the sun sets was the perfect end to the day.

If that is how God clothes the grass of the field,which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you-you of little faith? 

                                                                                       Matthew 6:30

On the north side of the gray house lie both Nathaniel’s Bower and the “Oh, Ye of Little Faith” Garden. Nathaniel’s Bower hosts the fig trees, already sleepily shedding their leaves as days grow shorter.  In contrast, the “Oh, Ye” Garden is full of life; home, at the moment, to the ridiculously tall and spindly coreopsis, some of them eight feet tall! The Hittys love to lounge in the window that overlooks the garden, especially during Autumn, watching as fat bumble bees, migrating butterflies and jeweled hummingbirds zip, flutter and dart among the brilliant orange blossoms.  Snip thinks rambling through the flowers is even better.

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Tiptoe through the tickweed…

The dollies also enjoy the gentle taunts and jabs of the neglectful gardener crowing that the “weeds” had once again blossomed, as predicted, despite the faithlessness of others ready to wreak havoc with their rakes and hoes.

The garden had evolved, slowly, over several years from a tidy garlic, basil and pepper patch to this wild, neighbor-provoking tangle. With a handful of wildflower seeds, waves of poppies, cosmos, sunflowers and now, tickweed had graced the garden, providing nourishment for travelers and entertainment for the residents.

Praised be You my Lord with all Your creatures,
especially Sir Brother Sun,
Who is the day through whom You give us light.
And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendour,
Of You Most High, he bears the likeness.

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Sunset on the Feast of Saint Francis

Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars,
In the heavens you have made them bright, precious and fair.

Canticle of Brother Sun and Sister Moon of St. Francis of Assisi
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