Invited out for dinner...

Good Evening everyone... 

Welcome to the Blessed Hearth tonight.. 

Don't you love being invited out for dinner or any meal, really... 

We received such an invitation yesterday.. 

Terry had business in town so he dropped me off at my friends for the whole afternoon.. 

I have posted about being at her house one other time HERE..

and it was mostly about her pantry.. 

They live in a very cozy log house in the country.. 

It has plants and books and old dishes and good food and company... 

I love visiting her as we both love the same things.. 

Yesterday was not any different .. 

The teapot was put on and old recipe books and new magazines brought out to enjoy.. 

Bekka was there, too.. 

She is their sweet daughter.. 

What a wonderful little chef she is.. 

Her specialty is Mushroom Linguine from Martha Stewart and it is one of the best pastas I have ever tasted.. 

Really.. 

Midway through the afternoon Bekka gave me one of her cakes.. 

Her Mom and I shared and it was a mousse filled delicacy.. 

They love animals and have quite a few..  

I also wandered around taking some pics I thought you all might like.. smile.. 

So many things to see.. 

Lots of preserves, old dishes, hanging herbs and such.. 

The food was being produced left and right.. 

Bekka's friend made some homemade ice cream with vanilla bean and an apple pie for dessert.. 

Then they made a glorious chicken pot pie to take to their friend's..

It was made with her Mom's canned chicken and veggies..  

After a bit the men came home and we sat down and had some great food and fellowship.. 

When we left I had gifts of  plants, homemade preserves and  books.. 

Friends are something that we need to treasure and be thankful for,m eh?

We want to have them over although it will never come close to that pasta.. grin.. 

That doesn't matter, though.. 

It is the fellowship that counts.. 

A little poem for you by my favorite poet.. 

Title:     The Making Of Friends

Author: Edgar A. Guest 

If nobody smiled and nobody cheered and nobody helped us along,

If each every minute looked after himself and good things all went to the strong,

If nobody cared just a little for you, and nobody thought about me,

And we stood all alone to the battle of life, what a dreary old world it would be!

If there were no such a thing as a flag in the sky as a symbol of comradeship here,

If we lived as the animals live in the woods, with nothing held sacred or dear,

And selfishness ruled us from birth to the end, and never a neighbor had we,

And never we gave to another in need, what a dreary old world it would be!

Oh, if we were rich as the richest on earth and strong as the strongest that lives,

Yet never we knew the delight and the charm of the smile which the other man gives,

If kindness were never a part of ourselves, though we owned all the land we could see,

And friendship meant nothing at all to us here, what a dreary old world it would be!

Life is sweet just because of the friends we have made and the things which in common we share;

We want to live on not because of ourselves, but because of the people who care;

It's giving and doing for somebody else--on that all life's splendor depends,

And the joy of this world, when you've summed it all up, is found in the making of friends.

[The end]
Edgar A. Guest's poem: Making Of Friends

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Well, dear hearts that is all for tonight.. 

Hope you enjoyed your visit along with me.. smile. 

Thanks for visiting and your lovely comments.. 

Take care, now.. xo