Seahorse Lighthouse - Miri, Malaysia

~AnnaHof!

Several chickens and ducks

Little ponds

  Vegetable Garden with Greenhouse

All kind of plants, flowers and herbs

  I hope you enjoyed wandering along our Garden!
Happy weekend everyone!

  When you like to come over and take a look for yourself?
it’s opengarden, on 25-08-2013
12.00 till 17.00h
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zou je deze tuin eens met eigen ogen willen bekijken?
We hebben Opentuindag op 25 aug 2013
vanaf 12.00 tot 17.00uur
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~Uitnodiging…

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~Kruidenazijn

Sorry just in Dutch today
please try the google translater

Nu de tijd van verse kruiden weer aanbreekt,
hier een leuke tip om zelf kruidenazijn te maken.
Lekker en gezond ook!

Hebben jullie teveel kruiden?
Of weet je niet goed wat je ermee gaat aanvangen?
Hier een leuke tip om zelf kruidenazijn te maken.

Al wat je nodig hebt, zijn flessen of potten met deksel,
wijnazijn en verse kruiden natuurlijk.

 

Bij witte wijnazijn gebruik je de kruiden: basilicum, dille,
dragon of bonenkruid, marjolein en bieslook
of muntblaadjes en citroenmelisse.
Probeer ook eens te combineren.

Probeer ook eens met frambozen of een
combinatie van aardbeien en basilicum.

Bij rode wijnazijn gebruik je de kruiden: knoflook,
rozemarijn en tijm
Voor de extra smaak kan je bij de azijn nog toevoegen:
uitjes, peperkorrels en/of jeneverbessen.

Laat alles zeker 2 à 3 weken "trekken".
Filter dan alles en voeg daarna nog wat verse kruiden toe.
Niet alleen voor het oog maar ook nog voor een extra smaak.

Let er wel op dat alle flessen, potten en
deksels goed proper zijn vooraleer je ze vult.
Bewaar ze op een koele en donkere plaats.
Kruidenazijn is lang houdbaar. 
 

Heerlijk om vinaigrettes te maken

Kruiden uit eigen tuin of gekochte kruiden kan je
enkele weken in olie of azijn laten trekken.
De kruiden geven dan hun smaak- en geurstoffen
af aan deze vloeistoffen.
Het basisrecept voor kruidenolie is simpel:
pluk van 1 of meer kruiden één beker vol kruidenblaadjes. Bijvoorbeeld: munt, peterselie, laurier, rozemarijn,
dille, lavendel, oregano, basilicum, tijm, venkel,
salie en/of kervel.
Spoel de verse kruiden goed af.
Je hebt 300 gram olie nodig.
Scheur de kruidenblaadjes in stukjes en voeg er
een klein beetje zonnebloemolie of olijfolie (koud geperst)
aan toe. Meng dit met een vork goed door elkaar en
giet dit over in een goed schoongemaakte, gesteriliseerde, uitgekookte glazen pot of fles.
Doe er de rest van de olie bij en zorg dat de fles
of de pot voor 3/4 deel is gevuld.
Sluit af en laat 2 tot 3 weken staan op een warme
en zonnige plaats.
Schud dagelijks en zorg dat de kruiden
steeds met olie zijn bedekt.
Zeef de olie met een PLASTIC zeef in een nieuwe schone uitgekookte fles of pot. Doe er enkele kruidenblaadjes in,
zodat je kan zien welke kruiden er in verwerkt zijn.
Goed afsluiten. Bewaren op een koele plek en
binnen enkele maanden gebruiken.

Het basisrecept voor kruidenazijn.
Zie basisrecept kruidenolie. In plaats van olie gebruik
je witte of rode wijnazijn en je gebruikt
twee bekers voor 300 gram azijn.

1. Bij witte wijnazijn gebruik je de kruiden: basilicum, dille, dragon of bonenkruid, dragon, majoraan en bieslook of muntblaadjes en citroenmelisse.
2. Bij rode wijnazijn gebruik je de kruiden: knoflook, rozemarijn en tijm
3. Voor de extra smaak kan je bij zowel de olie als de azijn nog toevoegen: uitjes, peperkorrels en/of jeneverbessen.

TIP 1 : Op de fles of de pot kan je een etiket plakken
of met schoolbordverf een etiket maken.

TIP 2 : Over de deksel een
sierdekseltje haken met dit haakpatroon

BRON:
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~Amazing Driftwood Horses

Pictured:
The stunning life-like horse sculptures
made entirely of driftwood washed up on the beach
by Artist Heather Jansch
..WEBSITE..

The work of Heather Jansch started from her
two passions: drawing and horses.
She has a very interesting and diverse biography,
many exhibitions, one book published
(Heather Jansch’s Diary: A Year in the Life of…..),
and another one in progress.

From a distance they are the embodiment of
equine grace, three creatures ready to burst
into a gallop across the sands.

Only on closer examination are they revealed
to be sculptures made, incredibly, from driftwood. 
created by artist Heather Jansch,
whose individual works take up
to three years to produce.

Every now and then,
when the world sits just right,
a gentle breath of heaven
fills my soul with delight...
~ Hazelmarie Elliott ~

~Broom

Cytisus scoparius, the Common Broom
and Scotch Broom, Sarothamnus scoparius,
is a perennial leguminous shrub native to western
and central Europe.

In Britain and Ireland the standard name is
Broom
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cytisus_scoparius

Spanish Broom is extremely toxic and poisonings
have occurred when substitutions made.
Spanish Broom is helpful around stores of food
to keep rats and mice away and was
traditionally used in this manner.

An old form of broom was the besom, which was
made simply of twigs tied to a handle, and was relatively inefficient as a cleaning implement for it commonly
caused more of a mess than it cleaned up causing
it to be somewhat counter-productive.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broom

Broom winder, 1956

"Soft moss a downy pillow makes,
and green leaves spread a tent,
Where Faerie fold may rest
sleep until their night is spent.
The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light,
The twinkling stars are candles bright,
Sleep, Faeries all, Good Night."

- Elizabeth T. Dillingham, A Faery Song

A Single rose can be my garden
a single friend… my world
by Leo Buscaglin

~Grandma’s Hands

Grandma, some ninety plus years,
sat feebly on the patio bench.
She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring
at her hands. When I sat down beside her
she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer
I sat I wondered if she was OK.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting
to check on her at the same time,
I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking,"
she said in a clear voice strong.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you
were just sitting here staring at your hands and I
wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.
"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked.
"I mean really looked at your hands?"
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them.
I turned them over, palms up and then palms down.
No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as
I tried to figure out the point she was making.

Grandma smiled and related this story:
"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have,
how they have served you well throughout your years.
These hands, though wrinkled, shrivelled and weak have
been the tools I have used all my life to reach out
and grab and embrace life.
"They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler
I crashed upon the floor.
They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back.
As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer.
They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.
They held my husband and wiped my tears when
he went off to war.

"They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.
They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my
newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they
showed the world that I was married and loved
someone special. They wrote my letters to him and
trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.
"They have held my children and grandchildren,
consoled neighbors, and
shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.
"They have covered my face, combed my hair,
and washed and cleansed the rest of my body.
They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken,
dried and raw. And to this day when not much of
anything else of me works real well these hands
hold me up, lay me down, and again continue
to fold in prayer.

"These hands are the mark of where I've been and
the ruggedness of life. But more importantly it will be
these hands that God will reach out and take when
he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me
to His side."
I will never look at my hands the same again.
But I remember God reached out and took my
grandma's hands and led her home.
-- by Melinda Clements

Grandma's Garden

 
I remember Grandma's garden
The beauty and the grace
Of all the lovely flowers
In that dear, sweet place

I remember Grandma's smile
As she planted, pruned, and tilled
Laboring with love and laughter
As this world with joy she filled

I remember Grandma's patience
When we ran amid the flowers
With her beauty all around us
We would spend those precious hours

I remember Grandma's garden
And I'm happy in the knowing
That when she knelt there in the soil
It wasn't just flowers she was growing.
~ Author: Erin Kilmer

“When I have something to say
that I think will be too difficult for adults,
I write it in a book for children.
Children are excited by new ideas;
they have not yet closed the doors
and windows of their imaginations.
Provided the story is good...
nothing is too difficult for children.”
~ Madeleine L'Engle

Guardian Angels appear in all forms of Love & Light

 

I found this on Facebook
but no name of artist
but I had to share, this is soooo wonderful and amazing
don’t you think?

        
Keep a green tree in your heart
and
perhaps a singing bird will come.
~ Chinese Proverb

Onion-stalked Lepiota (Lepiota cepaestipes)

Albin Schmalfuss, from Führer für Pilzfreunde
(The mushroom lover’s guidebook)
vol. 2, by Edmund Michael, Zwickau, 1901.