I hope you had a nice Fourth of July. Ours was a bit different. We had a pretty big earthquake at 10:30 A.M. I was sitting at my desk, and the room started moving.
I was so shocked as the room started moving and the blinds were banging at the window. Its always so weird to feel and to watch. The walls move inward, and even the floor looks like it rolls. Of course, the town where it is centered have had so many earthquakes. This morning there was a 5.2.
The last pictures I posted on this blog, was in the winter. So this is pictures of how it looks now in July. I just love how pretty it looks now and how green. I have been canning and drying food. I just hope we don’t get hit with a huge earthquake and it all breaks on the floor.
I love the garden. Can you believe how big my zucchini and yellow squash plants are and how big the zinnias are this year? I just love how it looks.
I am back for awhile since blogger isn’t taking my comments again. I hope you have a delightful day today.
I haven’t trimmed my roses yet. February is almost here so I need to get busy. I haven’t wrote on this blog since Christmas. I need to decide which one I will keep. I am still undecided both Blogger and this one have good points as well as bad points.
These are the last of my Silkies. Plus that Old English Hen. I like Bantams but I don’t think I will get any more. I just want brown egg layers this next time when I get chicks. I have to keep these out in the yard because the other hens do not like Silkies. So to keep peace in the coop, I let these out during the day. The sharp shinned hawk had been keeping his eye on them.
I know that when they start squawking and are on the porch, he is out there again. I wonder if birds get bored up in the sky, because he sure flies down to watch what I am doing every day. The birds around here know my schedule about as good as I do.
Ron made paths and squares so I would have a better idea of what and how I am going to plant this year. I just love how it looks all nice and clean. Just like a clean slate. I come out here and stand and dream.
Ron built this so we could plant seeds. We planted tomato and pepper seeds. Its in the bathtub in our bathroom. We never use the bathtub because its so big. So he decided it was warmer in the house so he had made this table to fit in the bathtub a couple of years ago and we had the grow lights out in his shed. So hopefully they will do better in the house.
You can’t see all of the tiny little vines we planted on Saturday. But Ron thinks its over 200. I think it will looks so nice when they start leafing out.
He also planted five cork oak trees out here. We went to a very old park here in town one year and gathered cork oak acorns and he planted them and they grew and now they are big enough for the ground. We also planted to apricot trees and a lime tree.
We have been working every day all day when we can. It gets so hot that we know we have to get as much done now as we can. I got a growing guide for this area and its no wonder my garden never does as good as I dream. So much stuff for this area is supposed to be planted in Jan-Feb. I never knew that. I would love to get my potatoes in the ground soon, but we have a week of rain coming.
I bought containers yesterday so I could start juicing oranges and lemons. Its going to be a big job, but what a nice job. My house will smell like oranges and lemons.
Good bye to 2018. It was I think a year like none that have gone before. Here are 10 things I learned in this last year.
My year started with Ben and Megan selling everything they owned so they could travel the United States and find a homestead to live and raise their family. The first thing I learned that as Corrie Ten Boom said, “Hold everything in your hands lightly, otherwise it hurts when God pries your fingers open.”
That day as they drove down the driveway was the first opening of my hands in 2018.
My heart sings as I know how much these guys have accomplished and the things they have seen.
Our next big blessing was getting to stay in Tucson and welcome our 10th grand baby and our sixth grandson to our family.
The second thing I learned in 2018 was my heart always has room for one more. I think I learned that I have never realized how great the gifts God has given and how I can only think most of the time, “Why me?” Lord? How as He told Ron so long ago, ” Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.” Luke 6:38
The third lesson I learned, is God has plans for all of our kids and their families. I must let them live their lives the way God has called them to live. These two William and Makenzie are always keeping me a little out of breath as they spend so much time in airports doing the work I used to dream about one time long ago.
When ever it is we can finally get together, I sit just spellbound at all the Lord is doing in their life and how much they do every day.
Once again I had to open my hands and let another one go to follow the path the Lord has him on.
The fourth thing I learned is that I am not God! He is always good. He keeps trying to get me to trust Him. Every single day. As I try to learn every single day, Our lives are His. Our times are in His hands. Not mine. Peter is now in another country so far away from home. I must trust God even more and keep my hands open every day.
The fifth thing I learned is being a mother never stops. Every day until Jesus calls me home I will be a mother. I will be a grandmother and of course the best job that makes it all possible a wife. My life is not about me. Its about serving my family and in that I find the greatest joy.
The seventh thing I learned in 2018 is that I have such special friends that God has given to me. My daughters and my daughters in love. They are precious to me and having them in all in my life is so important. I go to Bible Study on Thursday mornings.
I only go for one reason. I get to hang out with my daughter Emilie. Of course the Bible Study is nice too.
The eighth thing I learned is crying in the shower is the best place to be when life becomes so overwhelming and I know that I must do what God is leading them to do every day. I never wish to go back in time. I never long for the days when I could keep them in the house. I am very proud that they are reaching and touching and being ambassadors for God in a way I never could have done. I always wanted to be a missionary. Now, I see how God is using each of them in the way that only He could see.
The ninth thing I learned in 2018 that prayer can move mountains. Big mountains. When I pray though, sometimes God answers bigger than I had prayed. Ron was able to move into a job that he has wanted for years. I just had this prayer I was praying for his work. God really did the impossible to give Ron the desires of his heart.
Finally to the tenth thing I learned in 2018 it was that my time frame isn’t God’s time frame. Being patient and waiting and watching and keeping my mouth shut is very important. Our son Elliot and his wonderful girlfriend I hope will get married, but of course. God’s timing will be perfect. So I will wait. But the yard is green and pretty. Just perfect for a wedding.
This is my list of 2018, I wish I had kept better records. These were the high-points.
We have a nice sunny day today. Its cold but crisp and clear. We are starting to see things turn green from all of the rain we have had. I am looking through seed catalogs and putting together in my head things I would like to grow next year. Such pleasant things to think about.
I need to get my rose bushes trimmed and I need to put some pine needles around my Camellias and Hydrangeas. I was reading that they loved that. I think with the sun shinning it will be a nice day to do that. We have a constant drama going on outside my kitchen window. We have a Pistache tree covered in seeds. There is a mockingbird who believes they are all his. He spends all day every day guarding them.
I have watched him shoving the berries in his beak just as fast as he could. I have spent so much time watching the drama going on in this tree.
The berries are starting to fall out of the tree now, but that mockingbird ever faithful to his task is continuing to hold down the fort. I love it this time of year when the leaves are finally off the trees. I get to watch birds to my hearts content. I am so surprised at the birds that I know are there in the summer are not able to be as sneaky in the winter. I was thinking now that the busy and go-go-go of the first 25 days of December these last few days of this old year will be so much of a slower pace. I like it.
Its warmed up enough to go clean my chicken coop now. One of the things I love about cleaning my chicken coop and putting in new shavings is the hens are all so content with a nice clean house. It gets so quiet down there. No one is pecking the fire out of the ones who end up being on the last of the pecking order. I am going to have a hard time not getting any more chicks this year. I feel the chick fever beginning to start.
I hope your day is a lovely one and you are doing what ever it is that you love. Next week for me, dyeing wool. Yep, my New Year tradition.
Christmas is finished. I have the house back in order with everything put away. It was a different kind of Christmas this year. Kind of like the whole year. Just a different kind. I want to thank Pom Pom for having thought of doing a blog hop. It did get me blogging every day as well and my mind thinking of things to write. I really didn’t write as much as I thought I would. It was a good exercise.
I did have one thing I was going to write yesterday, but I never made it to the computer. We had the kids who live in town here with their husbands and wives and visiting and eating and all of that I never even thought about it.
This painting just haunts me. I ran across this poem written by Amy Carmichael and I wanted to share it.
For Christmas Day
Did Mary say to Joseph tenderly,
“Such little hands, such little feet! They be
Like little shells we’ve found beside the sea,
The sea of Galilee”?
And did wise Joseph answer, “For love’s sake
Our love shall shelter Him, enclose, and hold,
As the low hills about that silver lake
Shelter it, fold on fold”?
Across the stable, like a wind—a breath—
“The wicked have enclosed Me,” it saith.
“Thou has brought Me into the dust of death.”
Into the dust of death.
And then did Joseph’s father-like surprise,
as round his finger little fingers curled,
Call smiles and tears to Mary’s mother-eyes?
He clings who’ll save the world.
And as the Child in His soft manger lay,
Did gentle oxen in their language say,
“A mangerful of our sweet-smelling hay—
Our gift this Christmas Day”?
Again that breath—An unregarded tree
Is growing somewhere, making wood to be,
One Awful day, the cross of Calvary.
The cross of Calvary.
O Lord we adore Thee!
The wicked did enclose Thee;
O Child of Bethlehem,
Christ our dear Redeemer,
We come and we adore Thee,
We come and we adore Thee
We come and we adore Thee.
Christ our Lord.
The art work is Jesus in the carpenters shop—Anonymous
Joseph holding baby Jesus is by Simon Dewey
The picture of Mary and Joseph and the baby Jesus in the stable is from Pinterest.
I made cookies yesterday. They turned out so pretty. Mine looked just like this but of course I didn’t take pictures. I made five pans of cinnamon rolls and a batch of gluten free molasses cookies that were perfect in every way.
Today I am going to have a quiet day of reading and sewing and all of those things that are nice. Its cold and foggy outside. A perfect day for a fire. My hubby gets to work from home today. After he gets off work he will be home for 10 days which is a very nice gift I think.
I was outside this morning and I found that this hydrangea was such a pretty color of red. This is my hydrangea that has white flowers so that surprised me that it has this pretty color in the winter.
Pom Pom shared her Raggedy Ann Dolls. I thought I would share mine. I keep mine in my hope chest. The little Raggedy Ann doll I got for Christmas in 1968. I got Raggedy Andy for Christmas in 1972 and the big Raggedy Ann came from my Mom to our oldest daughter in 1982. One of her friends had made it and it was bigger than our daughter at the time.
There are things that scare me, and for me one of my fears is that these dolls will be thrown away or given to Goodwill when I go onto greener pastures. My grandkids think they are creepy. I think the girls do too. So I know what an odd fear right? I have a couple more upstairs. I have this shelf on the landing above the stairs. When our daughter in law was giving away this little rocker, I knew I needed it. (really, I am keeping it for her that one day when she has a little girl, I will give it back to her so her little girl can sit in it like she did.) I have this picture in my mind of a little girl in a long dress holding a book as she smiles and looks up at the camera. Every time I see this chair that is what comes to my mind.
I found these dolls in a store that I loved to visit and I love them. This shelf is above my head and I didn’t want to get up there to take a better picture.
Last but not least. In the seventies people painted pottery and stuff like this. My step-mom painted this for me for my bedroom. I still love it. Though its in my hope chest now. It hung in my bedroom when I was a girl until I had a little girl. I think that now I am at this age. I think about odd things. I have this memory of my great grandmother and she was in her bedroom and she was showing me some things I asked about on her dresser. We were just talking when on her bed in the middle was a very old cloth doll.
I asked her about it. She smiled this faraway smile and walked over and picked her up. She brushed her dolls now worn hair with her hand and hugged her to her chest.”
She said that when she was a girl in Missouri. Her Dad was going to town and he asked her what she wanted for Christmas. She said they knew that he didn’t have a lot of money that year, but she had seen a doll in the general store earlier that fall and she said she told him if that was still there she wanted that. He smiled at her and she said that she didn’t think she ever wanted anything as bad as that store bought doll. She said, she didn’t really expect to get it but on Christmas morning when her Dad gave her a package wrapped in brown paper, she knew what it was. She said, she still loved it as she did then.” I think at that time she was in her late eighties.
I thought of her this morning as I was holding my dolls and hugging them. They do know so many of my secrets. What is Christmas but tales from long ago. Stories that are made up of dreams and wishes. I wish you a wonderful day. One full of joy.