vanilla fields

I always remember my grandmother wearing the scent "Vanilla Fields." Tonight as I put some vanilla scented lotion on, I instantly thought of my beautiful, gracious and loving grandmother. I miss her, but what a blessing she was to me and what a blessing are my memories of her. I am so thankful for the influence she had in my life; it is probably greater than I can tell. 

"Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate." -Proverbs 31:30-31

third graders, you gotta love 'em!

After learning about the United States and their regions, one of the boys asked me, "Miss Williams, what state are you from?" "California," I replied and he looked disappointed, "Where did you think I was from?" He looked up and with wonder in his eyes said, "Oh, I don't know, some place like Virginia!" 

I was on my lunch duty and one of the girls in my class raised her hand. I walked over to her and asked her what she needed. Her face changed and I could tell she was confused about something. In exasperation she exclaimed, "Miss Williams, why aren't you married?!"

As I walked to the front row to calm down some of the students, one of them said to his classmate, "Oh no, here's the police."

very much unfinished

A long while ago I was watching Pride and Prejudice and this poem popped into my head.


I have read the stories told by ladies of old,
And how they were chased about by their beaus.
Each story had its own turnabout,
In time true love expelled all doubt.

I fancy myself the heroine,
I wonder if you'll take part.
I have been waiting here so long,
It is time that you won my heart.

I'm so glad, now, that I didn't know at the start,
All you would be to me.
I don't know if I'd have believed it,
Could Elizabeth of Mr. Darcy?

So I wait for time to tell what it will,
And I think that in no time at all.
We will see what parts to take,
Our heads and our hearts will know.

Yes, I fancy myself the heroine,
and wonder if you'll take a part.
I have been waiting here for so long,
Waiting for you to win my heart.

"Write a new blog!" the woman cried,
But what to write, I can't deny.
No quote or poem or picture could suffice,
the third graders have all given me lice.
Alas, alack such stories to tell,
Of men and mice, and boats that sail.

I like it and I don't really have lice. Thank the good Lord!  And thank you Starbucks for keeping my eyes open so long.  Yahtzee!

a thought on scones

If you're going to bake scones, do so at night and eat in them in the morning. They always taste better in the morning.