Lamb Shoulder Roast With Spring Vegetables

One of my favorite blogs and an amazing cook!


Friends came over for Easter dinner and I wanted to serve a special main dish that screamed Spring, what comes to mind is lamb and to accompany the lamb a variety of vegetables. I bought a boneless lamb shoulder roast weighing 3.65 pounds trimmed and tied. I really don’t cook or eat that much meat especially roasts and did a search online for some ways to prepare.A meal that was  simple, no fuss and tasty was key. Jamie Olivers roast lamb shoulder sounded great, flavored with rosemary, salt, pepper and garlic and roasted until  so tender it falls apart. The rosemary in my garden is still around, can’t believe it lasted outside all winter and I had just enough for this recipe. Mr. Oliver cranks up the heat in the oven as high as it goes, lays rosemary and unpeeled garlic cloves at the bottom of a baking tray or…

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Dog Walk Challenge: Day 359

A great challenge and a cute dog!

Travels with Choppy

The weekend has been absolutely gorgeous here – which means lots and lots of yard work this time of year! Oh well – it will all be worthwhile come summer, when I can just sit around enjoying the fruits of my labor. Right? That’s how it works?

Date: April 22, 2017
Location: Home
Length: 2.1 Miles
Who: Sarah & Choppy

img_9737 Now this is a nice day for a walk.

img_9732 Contemplating how much trouble she would get in, if she went in the river.

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Week in review

This was my week in case you missed anything. Have a great Sunday.

Love Lynn








Thanks for all of your nice wishes yesterday and today! The skin check went well and the Doctor told me to come back after 6 months. Nothing out of the ordinary was found and I feel more relaxed.

After the check up we went to meet my dad for coffee and then headed to the kids house to spend time with Jacki and the boys. Wow they have changed so much in just 3 weeks!

After having fun with our babies we headed to the track meet where we met mom and dad. Mude ran the 800 and took first place! I am so proud of him and his dedication. Many times he has been disappointed but has kept training and doing his best!

A wonderful day very blessed in every way




The visit-8

I am back to working on the book. This is not part of the book but an exercise to keep me writing and blogging! Thanks for your support!


The crescent moon kissed the sultry air over a dark Palouse sky, the loud roar of equipment could be heard throughout the neighborhood. A wave of frustration and a feeling that once again I had no control over my own life crashed around me. It was a school night and approaching 10 p.m. in our quiet residential area. This was the place we called home, keeping up our yard, making improvements, striving to be good members of this rural community.

I boldly called to him repeatedly but could not be heard over the chugging of a large digging apparatus that scooped up earth and rocks, depositing them into a truck. Tears stung my eyes as I stood near the stairs that lead to the vacant lot, calling until he finally looked my way. He nodded and waved turning back to the operator of the machinery making gestures that indicated the job was still not complete. My words had turned into clay, stone and dust, tumbling effortlessly into a predictable void.

He claimed that I was too concerned about other people, caring more about their boundaries and rights than his own. Years were spent weighing the benefit of utterances against the reality that what I said would most certainly be defied and vehemently opposed, placing me front and center to watch as his plan unfolded.  When I told the children to stay next to me and out of the street, he insisted that they walk away on their own and go as they pleased. If I told them something was dangerous, he encouraged them to complete their action. A tug of war ensued and I stepped in boldly only when the children’s safety was a concern.

Our lives had come full circle from a stifling and oppressive existence to a guarded freedom and now within one month back to a total lack of autonomy.  The sting of his hand on my back only days before still reverberated through our home and served as a reminder of the consequences for insubordination. A wave of anger washed over my body and forced me to raise my volume, calling his name until I had his full attention. For years I cowered as he reprimanded me for speaking out or communicating my opinion but now it could no longer be quieted with mere threats.

I looked at him and heard my voice bellow down the hill, STOP, IT IS TOO LATE STOP!