Porch Sitting with Koi
First time for lights
Conga line through aging lilies
Small to Medium
Two Generations floating in clear waters
Side dance from the first
TK’s POTATO SOUP RECIPE:
7 red potatoes (baked in foil at 425 degrees, after rubbing with
olive oil, kosher salt and pepper), chopped in chunks
1/2 large onion chopped
2 large cloves garlic chopped finely
8 mini carrots chopped finely
1 small red pepper chopped
1 small green pepper chopped
3 T butter
Olive Oil for sauteing little veggies and rubbing potatoes
6-8 T flour
1 and 1/2 cups almond milk
1 container reduced sodium chicken broth
Several sprigs of fresh Rosemary
1 Tsp. Sage
1. Wash potatoes, remove any unsightly eyes, stab each potato twice
with fork or knife, rub in olive oil, sprinkle with kosher salt,
pepper and wrap in foil.
2. Bake potatoes at 425 degrees for 45 minutes.
3. Saute chopped onion, carrot, red pepper, and green pepper in olive
oil until tender. Add chopped garlic and saute a few minutes more.
4. Add kosher salt and pepper to taste.
5. Add flour and stir constantly. Add 3 T butter and stir constantly.
6. Slowly add milk, bring to a boil and stir 2 minutes until thickened
7. Add small chunk potatoes and 1 cup sour cream. Stir well and
OUR KELLER BAY
Keller Bay was a phenomenal yellow Labrador;
Was a Weddle;
Began his life with Jason in Austin;
Lured Lindsay’s heart close to both;
Loved Jason & Lindsay & friends;
Loved the college life;
Loved retrieving his ball and returning it over and over and over again
to anyone who threw it for him;
Loved playing with the guys;
Loved showing love to his family and close friends;
Loved swimming in any body of water, especially Lake LBJ;
Loved wagging his tail to greet old friends;
Loved his life with Jason & Lindsay.
Grandma Fee called him her Gentle Giant;
Sweet Keller Bay;
Sweet Big Dog;
Sweet Sonny’s Buddy;
The Great Protector;
And then came his Baby Abigail;
Keller was her Knight–always watching her; always hovering over her;
always standing nearby, guarding her.
Keller adored Baby Abigail;
He let her lie on his back patting him softly;
He let her play with him roughly, patting his back with a little more
Keller responded to Abigail gently always, sweetly always;
He touched her face with his nose and made her giggle;
Abigail would say Keller was “my /Kejer/”; “my puppy”
Keller was “my play buddy”; “my doggy”; “my love”.
Keller was always there for Abigail.
Keller was always there for all of us.
We will love you forever, Keller–
You were the best of companions;
You were the brightest of canines;
You were our Weddle;
our Keller boy;
We will all miss you, big guy!
I just watched the most wonderful show on PBS-KERA, regarding Rescue Organizations in downtown Nashville. So many committed volunteers and foster families, willing to work tirelessly to save animals from euthanasia and lonely lives possibly including months in caged shelters. Emmy-Lou Harris started Bonaparte’s Retreat, a rescue shelter in her backyard. She and her staff person who cares for the animals also, go frequently to the Metro shelter and choose dogs to take back to their shelter, to love, train and foster these animals, until adoptive families can be found. Emmy-Lou’s organization participated with the metro shelter and other rescue centers to form a rescue pet shop. The pet shop participates with the centers in showing rescue animals to the public housed within the store and on display during musical animal rescue festivals within the city of Nashville. All of the persons involved in this rescue mission demonstrate so much love and caring for the animals and their stories (often unknown). Emmy-Lou Harris expresses her love for all of these animals verbally, as beautifully and clearly as she expresses her feelings through her beautiful songs.
No matter how difficult it might be to awaken early and head out to Nelson Park, my deep appreciation for my second chance always seems to drive me to participate in this meaningful event!
We salute your service and grieve with your families.