The Problem With Pudding

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Black clouds are rolling across, overhead and in the distance, torn here and there with streaks of blue, as heaven tries to get in.

It is chilly now, autumn weather has arrived. Most of our leaves have fallen from the trees, but not all. The garden is taking its last gasp, almost everything with any chance of ripening has been harvested. The temperature is predicted to all to -4C overnight, and although the garden will be covered, it is up in the air as to whether that will keep it from being damaged.

Tank is supposed to be back in service Friday afternoon, it will be wonderful to have the feeling that I COULD get out and about if I wanted to. That feeling is very important to me. In reality, I only venture out a few times a week, and not very far, so not being able to do it isn’t all that intrusive, in the short-term. But I notice the difference in how it feels, the way the world seems.

The dehumidifier has quit for good. The small dehumidifier is doing a decent job of keeping the basement from becoming musty, but it is small and very energy inefficient. Last night I ordered a new one from Costco, a first time order from them, so we shall see how that goes. They say 7-10 business days for delivery, I hope it is 7! They are delivering by UPS, so the possibility of being hit by rotating postal strikes is small.

All in all, the cost of repairs for Tank, and the new dehumidifier, far exceed the cost of the new roof for the garage. Sort of knocks the wind out of any budget we had planned, but life is like that. We will manage to get sorted out financially by the time spring rolls around. Tighten down the hatches!

Attila has been able to get back to puttering in the garage, which he is very happy about. Last night he installed peg board on the high wall, a beginning step for organizing tools. Yay!

The freezer reorganization is on hold until the new dehumidifier arrives, as the increased humidity in the basement would result in additional ice build up from opening the doors frequently. It would probably be wise to use the time to plan the layout for storage inside the new freezer, think it through.

Harvest season continues to keep me busy. Almost daily tomatoes are ripening. A very full 1 litre jar of stewed tomatoes is sitting in the refrigerator, asking me “what’s the plan”. I might just steam can that jar of tomatoes, so easy to do now.

During my middle years, 20 to 40, I did a lot of wild fruit foraging. Jams, jellies, and baking with fresh wild fruit was fun and delicious. The recipe used for just about any kind of fruit gathered was Fresh Fruit Cake Pudding. This past week the craving to revisit that time of my life, a time when hope outweighed troubles, and to enjoy that pudding, was very strong. The Northern Spy apples provided the needed nudge to bake the pudding. I was shocked, after rummaging through my files to find the recipe, at how much sugar the recipe called for, and more shocked that I had, in my youth, considered that acceptable, even desirable. Once baked, after reducing the sugar by half, the pudding seemed very, very sweet. My, how my taste buds have changed!

The problem with this nostalgia pudding, is that it is irresistable. It was baked on Monday night. I had a little piece before going to bed. Yum! Tuesday morning, it caught my eye, sitting innocently on the counter, calling my name, whispering “breakfast”. Yes, it was breakfast. Same thing happened at lunch time. Same thing happened at snack time. I think you know where this is going. Breakfast this morning was a repeat performance, and lunch time will be too. By this afternoon that pudding will be gone!

At least last night’s dinner consisted of baked fish, a wee bit of rice, and few cups of vegetables!

99% of the time I eat a very healthy diet… but every once in a while the tires get blown off that vehicle.



Date: 8:00 AM EDT Wednesday 17 October 2018
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.0 kPa
Tendency: Rising
Temperature: 7.4°C
Dew point: 2.7°C
Humidity: 72%
Wind: WNW 20 gust 32 km/h
Visibility: 24 km


“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.”
Washington Irving
1783 – 1859

Heating Season

Attila turned the heat on yesterday morning. After a chilly night, the indoor temperature had fallen to 18C, which is a little cooler than we like it, so the thermostat was set to 21C, and the heating season has begun.

I’ve been busy in the kitchen.

I was going to be spending a lot of time organizing the freezer. As usual plans change, a distraction appeared, in the form of a bushel of Northern Spy apples. Saturday was dreary, so after making a call to ensure availability, we took a drive out the apple ‘farm”. It was more like a carnival site than a farm. I grew up on a farm, and it was nothing like a producing enterprise. It was a “do-dad” store. Sure, there were bins and bushels of apples, at sky-high prices, but there was mostly astronomically priced goodies, that looked homemade, but probably were not. $10 for a small jar of jelly seems a little over the top, but people were lined up at the cash register, and most of the high-priced baked goods were gone. We looked around, inwardly gasping at the prices, then found what we were looking for, bushels of Northern Spy apples. The store owners were cunning. They gave the grade of their apples their own names, so they didn’t have to meet government grading standards. The told us we were buying their highest quality apples, at $27 a half bushel, $37 a bushel. Baloney. What we bought were seconds. The size ranged from 2 1/2 inches in diameter to 5 inches in diameter, there were significant blemishes (cosmetic) on many of the apples. A bushel of Northern Spy apples was purchased. Next autumn I will be looking for an alternative, and more honourable, source for my apples. Still, I was thrilled to get my favourite apples!

Northern Spy Apples

These are not first grade apples, these are seconds. The apple store claimed they were best grade apples, I would hate to see what their seconds looked like. Cunning avoidance of quality standards. Still, the blemishes aren’t a problem for my purposes, I just resent the top quality prices being demanded for lower grade produce. I will be trying to find another farm to deal with next year.

Since the apples were not number one grade, they needed to be processed sooner rather than later. So Saturday afternoon, and Saturday night, I got busy and made applesauce from the first half bushel. I removed the stems and blossom ends from the apples, quartered them, and filled the 16 quart stock pot, and a 6 quart stock pot. Northern Spy apples are very dense, as they cooked down, they became thicker and thicker, so more and more and more water was added, quarts of it, and still the applesauce was very, very thick. Late Saturday night, Attila helped by putting the cooked apples through the food mill, while I cleaned the equipment. Exhausted, we went to bed, leaving a clean kitchen and the 16 quart stock pot four fifths full of very thick strained applesauce.

As is often the case when I work late into the night, I don’t sleep very long. By 6:00 a.m. I was up and enjoying my morning coffee. 7:00 a.m. found me dressed, in my apron, heating up the applesauce, washing canning jars, and heating up the steam canner. By 10:30 eleven 1 litre jars of applesauce were lined up neatly on the countertop.

Just as a note to self, the applesauce was so thick that I added a can of apple juice to it to thin it down even more, and simmered it for ten minutes to prepare it for the canning jars. It was so thick that it was difficult to stir with a regular wooden spoon, so the recently purchased “canning paddle” (Canadian Tire) was christened, and it worked wonderfully.

Cooked northern spy apples, with wooden spoon standing up in them.

This was the cooked Northern Spy apples, so thick you could stand a spoon up in them!

What was my rush to get the applesauce canned? We had other plans for Sunday!

Attila likes to sleep in, so that is what he did on Sunday morning, while I was canning in the kitchen. After he arose he began to organize tools and equipment, and to load the car. As soon as my jars were lined up neatly, and I had a little sit down after all my toiling, we were off to the Rideau Camp.

Lucky! The day was magnificent. Cloudy and sunny by turns, warm and cool by turns, it was a dry and rustley and colourful autumn day. There was much to do, to winterize Grace the Trailer, and get everything ship-shape for the coming cold weather.

When we arrived I made a beeline for the mouse trap inside Grace. Sure enough, there were two more mice in the bucket trap. Arghhhh! However, there were few droppings, so the cleanup was minimal. They were starting to build a nest in the sink drain, which was secure, chewed wood in the drain and underneath the drain. The mice are damaging something, but it isn’t evident just what. Two of the burners on the range no longer function, so I suspect they have been at the propane lines, I hope not, but it will need investigating. I HATE mice.

After taking the bucket trap out to Attila, who buried the mice in the bush, I moved the furniture around so that the slide could be retracted into the trailer. All of the bedding, and anything fabric, needed to be removed, and the lanterns and few remaining liquids, bleach and hydrogen peroxide. It didn’t take long. While I was setting Grace to rights, Attila started a camp fire, getting a good blaze going to build up some healthy embers for cooking.

We enjoyed the campfire tremendously. When the embers were just right, Attila cooked grilled cheese sandwiches over them, and we ate them hungrily, with homemade chili sauce on the side. This meal was so good! It was however, the entire sodium quota for the day, so nothing else containing sodium could be consumed for the rest of the day.

It was sad to pack up the Rideau Camp for the winter. We will be out there again though, if it can be managed. There are three newly dead elm trees that need to be felled, and it is best to do it when the leaves are off the trees, for better visibility.

When we arrived home I cooked a spaghetti dinner, using the very last jar of frozen spaghetti sauce from last year, while Attila picked the full-sized green tomatoes from the garden. The garden is still bringing on fruit, so it will be kept going, with frost covering at night, for as long as possible, to harvest as much as possible.

two boxes of green tomatoes

Full sized green tomatoes from the garden. On the left are San Marino, and on the right are Amish Paste and Health Kick (larger) tomatoes.

Yesterday it was back to the weekly routines.

Tank is having problems. I noticed it a few weeks ago, and then again last week when driving to the grocery store. A week ago I dropped into the garage we favour and made an appointment, to have Tank looked at, for last Friday. So I’ve been without a vehicle ever since. The upshot on Friday was that the job was too big for the mechanics setup, so another appointment was made for later this week at a different reputable garage. The problem has something to do with timing, and apparently the whole motor has to come out to replace the part, so the bill will be thousands of dollars. Sigh. Time to tighten our belts. Owning a vehicle is a constant source of expense, they aren’t free transportation by any means.

When it rains it pours of course.

Yesterday, as I was busy in the kitchen, I noticed the dehumidifier in the basement was making a very loud noise. An investigation resulted in shutting it down, and trying to remove the filter for cleaning. Eventually this was accomplished, when it thawed, it had been frozen in place. It was very dirty. After starting the dehumidifier up again, the problem persisted. Attila has determined that is in need of repair, and would like to tackle the job himself. I have no optimism about this, it will be time-consuming and is probably fruitless. In the meantime, the dehumidifier we had at the country house was pressed into service. It is beginning to smell musty down there, so the backup humidifier is not up to the job at hand. I see another big expense on the horizon! Actually, today will be research day, I won’t let this mustiness go on for very long, as I am the one who will be cleaning up mold and mildew, and prevention is more important to me than saving a bit of money trying to fix the old one.

The freezer organization project is not completely on hold. A bag of mystery frozen food was brought upstairs and investigated. The contents were, a pound of lard wrapped in foil, a plastic container of squash, suffering from some freeze drying, and two bags of mystery meat. The pound of lard went into the garbage, it was dried out. The plastic container of squash was placed in the freezer with the other containers of squash, and the mystery meat was put on a plate to thaw. The mystery meat ended up being sliced turkey breast and some small pieces of dark turkey meat.

The white meat was chopped, and went into the Instant Pot to become Sweet and Sour Turkey with Vegetables and Rice, and it was delicious. The dark meat was chopped and went into Attila’s turkey soup, which he made last night, using the carcass of the roast turkey enjoyed the weekend before last.

The vintage mystery food of the day today is a bag of frozen peas, a little worse for wear, and a container of homemade fallafels. Fallafels are on the menu for tonight or tomorrow night. The peas are awaiting the next Instant Pot meal.

Note to self. When salvaging vegetables with freezer burn and significant ice formation, place in colander and run under cold water until the ices has melted away, consume immediately.

Well that’s me. Not too exciting, I think it probably lives a lot better than it sounds.



Date: 9:00 AM EDT Tuesday 16 October 2018
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 102.0 kPa
Tendency: Rising
Temperature: 5.4°C
Dew point: 2.1°C
Humidity: 80%
Wind: W 18 km/h
Visibility: 24 km


“Never help a child with a task at which he feels he can succeed.”
Maria Montessori
1870 – 1952

Anti-micromanagement theory.


Friday, October 30, 2015

October is drawing to a close, and the warm weather is leaving with it. What a glorious month is has been! We experienced high winds for the last two days, but since the temperature was above 10C, when the sun was shining it was grand to be out of doors.

It has been a busy week.

I finally, after two weeks of dead end telephone calls, found a way to get a flu shot. Anaphylaxis is not an easy condition to live with. There are local free flu shot clinics, and many drug stores offer the shot for free. I cannot get a flu shot at these readily available sites, they refuse me for good reason. Now that my family doctor is so many miles away, a six hour drive, I cannot go to the doctors office to get my annual flu shot. This proved to be an almost insurmountable problem. As the weeks went by, my frustration levels began to rise; and it became more and more difficult to remain calm and friendly as I met dead end after dead end. The solution came from Shopper’s Drug Mart, who accepted a written confirmation from my Family Doctor’s office, that I could be safely given one type of flu shot, which luckily, was the one that Shopper’s Drug Mart was offering. It seems simple enough, now that it is resolved, but it took two weeks of upset to finally find a way to make it all work. I had my flu shot on Wednesday morning, with no complications.

All this while I was also searching for FOBT kits. These things are extremely difficult to come by. Dozens of telephone calls later, to entities that are supposed to assist people with these things, like the Colon Cancer Check people themselves, met with rejection. Good grief, if you find yourself deviating from the “written norm” of a bureaucratic process, you instantly become a “non person”, there is no help for you. Finally, after a week and a half of frustration, and a LOT of telephone calls, I found the kits at a local drug store, and snapped them up.

And then, through sheer silliness, I decided I wanted a faster internet connection. Right now the fastest speed we can get, ADSL, is less than 200 kB/s, and for this we pay $55.95 a month. The temptation to move to a cable service that offers 30 Mbps for $41.95 a month was just too much for me. The installation technician was scheduled for Wednesday. We had a bad storm on Wednesday and Thursday, with extremely high winds, and lots of rain, particularly on Wednesday. I did not expect things to go smoothly. The fellow arrived as promised, surveyed the situation, and rescheduled the installation to Friday, today, between 8:00 a.m. and 5 p.m. Sure enough, around 1:00 p.m. he arrived to do the deed.

Attila is working overtime this weekend. This is the first time he has been asked to work overtime on the weekend, it is mandatory. What I find interesting, is that even working an extra shift on the weekend, he still has more time off work on the weekend, than he did at his job near the country house. Attila is a new man with these reasonable hours of work. He is more rested, more relaxed, and able to develop a personal life, allowing him to attain an internal balance. The bonus for me is that he now “lives” at home, and not at his job.

While I lived here alone last spring, I moved our beds and furniture into the front bedroom of the house. Attila only slept here occasionally, usually just for one night. Things have changed, we live here now. Attila’s bed is just above the electrical panel in the basement, which we want to change. To that end we are moving our bedroom furniture to the bedroom at the back of the house. This is a BIG job, as both rooms are packed with boxes and furniture. The bookcases, four floor to ceiling units, are full of books in the back bedroom, and they will be very challenging to move.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, we have been blessed with a relentless fruit fly population, not large, but constant. They came in with the Coronation Grapes we purchased weeks ago, and have been with us ever since. I have been losing the battle, killing them with a fly swatter. It is difficult to kill tiny fruit flies with a fly swatter, and I was constantly swatting at the same fruit fly over and over again.

At last I decided to peruse the internet, to see what other people were doing about fruit flies, and I found what appears to be an easy solution. The advice was to mix apple cider vinegar, about a quarter cup of it, with a teaspoon of dish detergent mixed into it, placed in a plastic cup, with saran over the top, with some holes punched into the saran as entry points. I tried this first with dish soap, and it was a failure. The fat separated out of the soap, coagulated in a glob, which sank to the bottom of the cup. Detergent works, it mixes into the vinegar without issue.

I set out my fruit fly trap before going to bed last night. This morning it had three dead fruit flies in it, and one more was “buzzing” the cup. I haven’t seen any flying around this morning, so I regard the trap as a success.

Saturday, October 31, 2015

I have not been sleeping soundly, for the most part, since we began the process of moving at the end of August. Last night though, after Attila left for work, I decided to take some quiet time just before retiring, to see if it helped me rest. Turning off all the lights, I sat in the living room, gazing out at the moon. It was lovely. And I slept for seven hours straight last night. Perhaps my quiet time worked, who knows.

Attila arrived home from work looking very tired. He went almost directly to bed, slept for thirty minutes, and then was up and at it. He is looking forward to accomplishing a lot today and tomorrow!

The squash was plentiful this year, from our garden. A very large specimen is baking in the oven this morning, to be eaten over the next week. The unripe squash that were harvested, before the killing frost last week, are ripening. The estimate is that the garden yielded over 50 pounds of squash, from four little seeds collected two years ago, from a roadside vegetable stand.

Tonight is Hallowe’en night. It has been 12 years since we enjoyed children coming to our door on Hallowe’en eve. We have our candy ready, a fresh pumpkin for a Jack O’ Lantern, and a Jack O’ Lantern garland for the door. We hope to see the neighbours two young boys, they are such nice boys, very active, very good natured. Last week, when Attila was working on the yard, they came over to give him a hug.

Yesterday more forms to be filled in arrived in the mail. My eyes are crossing, there is so much officious paperwork required by the governments, all levels. Perhaps I will tackle that next week and concentrate on switching the bedrooms this weekend.

My book has gone to print. The third draft was good, and that copy is ready to be sent to Library and Archives Canada, as required. I have yet to determine how much postage is required to ship the book. I did not find the Postal employee all that helpful at first, she wanted $16 to ship the book, and I balked. After some discussion she checked alternatives that were much more reasonable. I think I will go to the Post Office in the city, to make sure I am getting the best possible shipping prices. I should not have to balk at a price in order to be informed of the alternatives, so I am not happy with the service I received here.

Fifteen little goblins came to our door Trick or Treating this evening. It was fun, and of course too much candy was purchased, which will inform next years supply of candy for the big night.

Happy Hallowe’en to all!

Boo!! Our pumpkin, lit by battery operated tea lights.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 9:00 AM EDT Friday 30 October 2015
Condition: Mainly Sunny
Pressure: 101.5 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 4.0°C
Dewpoint: -0.4°C
Humidity: 73%
Wind: WNW 12 km/h


“I prefer the company of peasants because they have not been educated sufficiently to reason incorrectly.”
Michel de Montaigne
1533 – 1592

Sunny October Day

Did you know that someone has invented “Mother-In-Law Day“. I did not know anything about it until I received a Happy Mother-In-Law day missive from Lares. What a surprise!

Terra stopped by today on her lunch break. She seems to be doing very well. She approves of how much unpacking and settling we have done. It is still amusing, that my daughter deems to approve of what I am doing, and choses to share that assessment with me. She does not approve of how much stuff we have, admonishing me for having too many belongings, and informing me that I do not need all of the stuff that I have. This too is still amusing. Attila and I will do as we please, she knows that.

The weather is lovely today, sunny and nippy. Attila took this opportunity to get out the extension ladder and prune the dead branches from the crabapple tree in the front yard. The seasonal yard waste pickup is this week, so we can bundle the branches, put the bundles out at the curb, and they will be taken away.

I am baking today, another fruit crisp. Yesterday I made peanut butter oatmeal cookies, and they are a big hit with Attila. He doesn’t eat a meal during the night, when he is on night shift, he does however have a few sweet things during his break, with his coffee. I love to bake, so this is working out rather well.

I like the night shift. I got a very good night’s sleep last night. I slept so well that I was still sleeping when Attila arrived home. He sleeps during the day, and it is very nice to have him here, tucked away in the bedroom, while I putter about the house.

Attila arose from his rest in the late afternoon, in plenty of time to mow the front and back lawns. After completing the back lawn he took a break, and came to grab me for a “sit” on the back porch.

It was a grand day for the end of October, and it was lovely out there, the sun shining, the light breeze blowing. The leaves are off our ash trees now, and the bare branches glittered with filaments of light, as the sun caught the hundreds of gangling spider webs woven through the branches. I am not a fan of spiders, but I have to admit, it was a beautiful sight. I haven’t noticed any increase in the number of spiders about the place, so perhaps this takes place every autumn, and we just have not been here to see it.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 4:00 PM EDT Monday 26 October 2015
Condition: Mainly Sunny
Pressure: 103.3 kPa
Tendency: falling
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 8.4°C
Dewpoint: -0.6°C
Humidity: 53%
Wind: S 9 km/h


“The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything, and that all the pains I have so humbly taken to verify my notions have only wasted my time.”
George Bernard Shaw
1856 – 1950

Exactly! 🙂

No Seeums

Yesterday, twenty-one different people or machines tried to login to my blog as administrators. Only one of them was me. It was a typical day on the Internet. The twenty others were roving predators, looking for access to host servers and sites. They are not targeting me specifically, as far as I can tell. I use Wordfence for WordPress to try to keep them out, otherwise I would never know that they were trying to get in, or if they had succeeded. They are the “no seeums” of the internet environment. Of course, if one of them really, really wants to spend some time to get in, they will get in. But there are plenty of unprotected sites out there that offer easier access and greater invisibility.

Yesterday one of these machines or people, through a server at 491 HuangLong Road, NingBo, ZheJiang, in The People’s Republic of China, tried to login, first as ILoveYou, and then as SuperMan. Kinda creepy, kinda funny, and it probably represents that entities’s standard attempts to infiltrate unsuspecting blogs. From his/her/its perspective, what’s not to love about a blog writer who does not bother with security! I sure hope the human at the initiating end of this particular attempt isn’t offering candy to children.

Attila was supposed to work this weekend, but a mix up in the schedule resulted in the company finding someone else to take the weekend shifts. Attila will be working nights next week, after working afternoons this week, and the weekend shift would not provide the required number of hours off work between shifts. Phew! Yes, we need the money right now, but given the choice, I would rather tighten the belt than lose time with Attila.

I have learned something new, again!

The white enamelled kitchen table we have been using here at Mist Cottage, over the last few years, is beautiful to me. I love to look at it. But what I found out, after using it all winter last winter, and again now that the weather is turning colder, is that it sucks the heat out of any body part that touches it. Usually, by the end of a meal I am feeling chilled. While this is great for cooling items just out of the oven, it does not make for relaxing meals.

The white enamelled kitchen table was a find, it was being thrown out, and I rescued it. The bottom of the legs had rotted off, and the original lead paint was flaking and chipping all over the place. We sanded it outside, on a tarp, wearing a mask, painted it, sawed the rotten ends off the legs, attached casters to it, and voila, a beautiful little table. It cost nothing but a coat of paint and four cheap casters to restore to usefulness.

But it isn’t a good choice for a northern climate kitchen table, not when comfort is considered.

There are several other disadvantages to the metal table as well. One is that it is the space between the legs, on two sides, are too narrow to accommodate a chair being pushed in. This is serious for us, because we live in such a tiny space. A chair taking up all that space in a traffic area is just not practical. Also, it is rectangular, so that we must squeeze past it to go through the door, we often bump into its edge.

This is the little table I rescued before it was sent to a landfill site. I love it! But it isn’t practical in the kitchen of such a tiny house, and the metal is oh so cold to touch in the winter.

I have been looking for a practical table for daily use for years now, and then suddenly, last week, I found one at an extremely reasonable price. The reason it has taken this long to find one, is that I wanted a solid wood table, no pressboard, or veneer, and I wanted it to expand into a dining table that could be used when company comes to call.

Yesterday the table arrived by UPS courier, in a 51 pound box. The driver was going to leave it on the porch, and he was backing out of the drive when I came to the door, as it took me a minute or so because I was on the phone with a government entity. He must have seen me struggling with it, as it could not be left outside, because he stopped the truck as he was backing out, jumped out, and carried it into the house for me.

Today, with stormy and cold weather, Attila and I spent the day indoors. So Attila moved the metal topped table to the basement to be used for storing flour and other dry goods. Then the new table was unpacked and assembled. It functions perfectly for us. The chairs fit under it, so that they are out of the traffic area, there seems ample room to set the table for a meal, and a second leaf folds out to accommodate four diners. When both leaves are folded down it is light and easy to carry into the living room, where it can be setup for card games, or a meal with company.

The new beech wood table. It has two gate-legs, both of which allow the leaves to fold down on either side of the table, so that it becomes narrow and unobtrusive.As you can see from the picture, our floor is in bad shape, the vinyl beside the door was torn away, and the rest of the vinyl is badly gouged and damaged. Still it works, and is not near the top of our renovation list. Who knows when we will get back to the renovation list; we have to move in first.

Beechwood table 2015

Worldly Distractions


Date: 9:00 AM EDT Saturday 24 October 2015
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 102.4 kPa
Tendency: falling
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 5.9°C
Dewpoint: 1.1°C
Humidity: 71%
Wind: SE 13 km/h


“Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.”
Mahatma Gandhi
1869 – 1948