A gift

All of this was given to me by friends who just simply had too much. To be thought of when they were wondering who to give these to, means so much to me. Food is one of the greatest gifts. It nourishes my soul to be grateful for it. It nourishes my body. It nourishes my heart because it is grown by people with love and given to me as a gift. It feeds me in many ways.

I was going to try a new recipe with them, but my family ate almost all of them before I was able to.

And they loved every bite.



Easy Zucchini

I love zucchini, so this was awesome for me to do as a side dish. All I did was slice a really big zucchini and put it on a baking pan lightly coated with olive oil.

Then I sprinkled some parmesan cheese on top and baked them at 350 degrees until they were cooked through and the cheese was a little golden brown.

I still haven’t tried coating them with some egg and cheese and frying them in a pan, but they might be very good. And if you let these cook longer, you might get more of a crispy chip like thing going on.

I love that zucchini’s are so easy and fast to cook and add to almost anything.

Hope this helps with an idea for what to do with all those end of the summer zucchini’s that you need to eat!




The glimmering plush look of the petals takes my breath away every single time I look at it.

Perfectly amazing.


Dea Lorea


I can’t believe it is Spring again. And almost a year ago I started writing here.

I remember posting pictures of my unplanned garden. This year our garden is very much planned and I have baby plants growing indoors already. It will be fun to compare the two.

It is like someone switched on the Spring button here. Beautiful weather and birds chirping and bugs flying around. This weekend is supposed to be in the 80’s.

I already have a sun tan and an occasional out of nowhere smile.


Dea Lorea

A few more months

I have the itch to start my new garden. This year my hopes for it are high. Intentional progress will be made. This year we will not just “throw some seeds in to see if they start”.

The weather here makes for a good teaser. It was about 65 degrees last week. The air smelling warm and full of spring. A random bug flew through the air over my head.

Today I think the high is somewhere in the 40’s and the wind is like ice. Crisp and cold on my skin. The mountains are covered in snow.

This year I want to keep the garden full of things we will eat a lot of. Green beans, tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, sunflowers and I would like to try to grow some corn. I need to build some kind of climbing thing for the cucumbers and squash. That will also provide some shade because I have a feeling this summer will be a hot one.

I miss my lizard friend that helped me watch over the garden. Though, he didn’t eat enough of those little green things. That will be another mission this year. To find out exactly what they are and how to get rid of them and keep them away.

For a few more months though, I will daydream, make lists, and visualize.

And wait.

Dea Lorea


Exposed and bare.

Plain and intricate.

Hopeful and desolate.

Beautiful and subtle.

A story hidden here.

When we planted this tree is was a twig. A stick. Chopped and snagged from its original home. Dunked into a bucket of water not long enough to sprout new roots. Thrown into a freshly dug hole. Watered, buried, watered, fed, watered.

Five years ago it was a simple small twig.

I can’t wait to continue to watch more of the amazing things this little twig can do.


Memories of the summer are brought to my mind. What became of spring. Blooms grew into flowers. Summer is when a leaf is pliable and thick with life. The sun shinning warmth and energy into living things. Spring is a promise, a hope, a secret being reviled. Spring is growth in progress. Summer is when life is in full site. Branches like arms reaching and open to the world, showing the secrets that were hidden.

So many times in my life, the seasons and weather and world energy represent what is currently going on inside my personal life. They mesh, blend, combine. But this time, this thing that is happening, this beginning of things that will happen, seems so much more like spring than fall.

Here we are deep in the middle of fall and I see a bloom. A secret hidden inside a promising beautiful new born leaf. A bud ready to burst with color.

It must be the universes way of telling me to see things differently. That there is promise in the turning leaves as well as the blooming ones. There is beauty in the colors. There is hope in them as they fall to the ground. Promise that life will come again. Life is still present. It is quiet and reserved. It is building already.


There are some things happening in my life that are exciting and scary and new and hopeful. I will share them with you more as things happen. But for now, its fall. The blooming has to wait. When it is ready to be seen, it will be seen. Not before its ready. Before I am ready.