Yesterday was awesome. The weather was phenomenal, Jeremy was finally feeling healthy again, and my little family played and worked together all day long. Lovely.

The requisite crocus shot, evidence of our excitement regarding the world’s bursting from a brown, desolate wasteland into an eye-pleasing landscape of purple and gold and green. Livia, newest Tredway gardener extraordinaire, discovered the first flower of spring.  

I spent a little time last week photographing aspects of our garden, all the while aware that the colors would soon be fading under the cool Nebraska nights. It’s been a really mild autumn so far and I can’t remember the last year our garden and lawn looked so vibrant for so long. As a final farewell to warm temps (it’s high time, the water in the birdbath was frozen solid this morning), I present a few pics from Prairie Box Gardens 2008.

Last up, a few shots of butterflies. Livia has retained a “pet” butterfly, grasshopper or caterpillar for most of the warm months. She doesn’t catch her prey, er pets, though; that’s a job for mom, dad or grandma. So if you drive by and see one of us looking like a total goofball, running around the yard, arms furiously swiping an empty butterfly net in the air, just know that we love this four year old very much. There is some strategy involved in netting a butterfly. I hope I remember how to do it right next year.

These aren’t the best butterfly shots I took, but I think they’re the most interesting. The head-on angle is my favorite—look at the insect’s pug-nosed appearance. Note the fuzzy back and the fact that we do feed our pets well. I want to always remember Four Year Old Liv as a girl who loved bugs and spending time outdoors, dirty fingernails and all.

My parents’ apple tree is in full production mode and its limbs are heavy with fruit. Apparently, the tree needed a sturdy trimming last year in order to be this fruitful. We are glad to be recipients of baskets and bagfuls of these tart green apples—and Livia is thrilled to experience apple farm outings in her own Nana and Papa’s front yard!

I plan to make apple butter in the crockpot soon. I made some applesauce as well which didn’t turn out so great. That’s what I get for “winging it” and forgoing all recipes. Gloppy, sticky applesauce. It smelled great and tasted fine, but I can’t say I want to eat it a week later (texture is key!). I am thoroughly enjoying the new Zion Cookbook however and decided to cook up Karen Hunt’s apple muffins. This is the part where I have to eat my words. I’ve told many friends in the past that I DON’T LIKE muffins. (I think I wrote it on the blog, too.) Well, guess what. I made Karen’s apple muffins and they were delicious. Yum-o. Tasted great. So scratch my old prejudice against muffins. New days of muffin-y goodness awaits the Tredway household.

For the record, the new Zion Cookbook rocks. It has a lot more recipes than the old one and has breathed new life into my kitchen. If you’d like one but don’t attend Zion or Redeemer, you can send me an email (). Cookbooks are $15 and I imagine you’d need to include something extra for shipping and handling. Without further ado, I present the recipe for Apple Muffins.

Muffin

• 2 C flour
• 3 t baking powder
• 1/2 C sugar
• 1/2 t salt
• 3 T shortening
• 1 egg, beaten
• 3/4 C milk
• 1 t vanilla
• 1 C apples, peeled & chopped

Preheat oven to 400. Sift together flour, baking powder, sugar and salt. Cut in shortening; set aside. Combine eggs and milk. Add to flour mixture, mix until flour is just moistened. Fold in apples. Fill greased or paper-lined muffin tins half full.

Crunch topping

• 1/3 C brown sugar
• 1/2 t cinnamon
• 1/3 C nuts (opt)

Combine topping mixture. Sprinkle over muffin batter. Bake for 25 minutes.

All it takes is a few little seeds, some soil, sun and water and there you go, a garden. Sometimes I’m amazed by the fact that we have jars full of zinnias, black-eyed susans and, er, these cute little purple guys in our house—and that they grew from such little effort. Livia and I planted seeds last spring and watched our baby plants grow. We transplanted them into the beds Jeremy constructed and we’ve all been surprised by the tenacity of the seedlings. Two “Sweets,” William and Peas to be exact, are now thriving despite looking like they were already dead two days after the transplant. The cosmos are growing though we have yet to see flowers, and our sunflowers? Well, apparently bunnies (DEAD bunnies if we see them again) like sunflowers, too. And these are just our seedlings. Jeremy’s done an amazing job with moving perennials around and planting new varieties of annuals in the midst of the plants from previous years.

Gardening is better, not to mention cheaper, than therapy. By simply walking out to our compost pile and taking notice of the height of our fountain grass or the new leaves on the redbud, my pulse slows and breaths deepen. Something about the wind and flowers and sunshine soothes the soul.