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My Broken Glass

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The other morning my return home greeting was dropping a small juice glass in my farm sink. Yep, it broke. Broken glass is not so bad to clean up when it is contained. I was careful in my search for all of the pieces and put them into the bottom of the still intact vintage glass. No cut fingers for me.

And today I feel much like that glass. Broken and useless. The message I heard on the radio was about spiritual warfare. How appropriate I think for how I feel. We have finally had some seasonal rain and now all the trees are budding and the grass and weeds are in full growth mode. My allergies took a nose dive into the tissue box and my head is in so much pain. Honey did not wake me up for my asthma need this morning, so I slept in until past nine.

“—A threefold cord is not quickly broken.” —Ecclesiastes 4:8b (ESV) The fourth chapter of Ecclesiastes has a lot of little nuggets in it. This is one of my favorite. In the passage, the wisdom is for people to work together in unity. Two people pulling in opposite directions are only striving after the wind. One person cannot stay warm on cold nights without an electric blanket. Two are better than one to defeat an assailant. So many little treasures of advice.

The last two Sundays I was blessed to go to church with my mother. The first week there was a missionary and the second week there were two baptisms. This same week a friend of ours shared a video of a testimony from another church in the same community. Seeing the Holy Spirit working in others lives is so uplifting. Staying the week with my mom and sister and her two little ones was more work than I thought it would be. By the end of the week though my old habit of not being able to fall asleep returned.

The first night there we let Kona sleep on the bed with us. Not very restful considering he has never done that before. In the early dawn hours, he woke up forgetting where he was. His frightful bark and the big fat tears in his eyes told me he had been very scared. I snuggled him into bed with me and he settled back down. The rest of the week he slept in his crate like ususal. Sleeping with dog on bed is not my preferred pet method. We both need the complete night of rest to be able to put up with each other all day.

Kona struggled with kid magnetics the first few days together with my little nieces. By the second day they had learned to co-exist and him not be so attracted to their every movement. By the fourth day a real rhythm had been set and he was learning to cue some things. His alerts at first were a little loud. He finally decided it was okay to inside bark that the baby was awake. He also cued some of the alarms around the house. The best was the “importance” of my mom’s pill minder. The last day he decided to walk outside with my mother. She just picked up the leash and took him with. Hmmm-I though she did not like dogs. And he also began noticing if the door did not shut all the way. That was helpful also. Pocket full of treats kept him very busy trying to earn a treat!

Meanwhile, my dad’s world had some bad news the past week. It was really hard to hear such sad happenings. But the day I called to take care of the flowers, he had had such a rough day. It was a blessing to keep in touch with him and hear him reciprocate my “I love you dad.” He has only told me he loves me a hand full of times. I think it meant much to him that I reached out even though I was at my mom’s for the week.

Returning home was “fruit basket upset” for me. I felt bad for not being happy to be home. The moving about and putting everything back in its place gets me pretty frustrated. My eyes just don’t always see what I think should be there. I took a detox bath, but it really did not help much. It wasn’t close enough to bed time to actually work.

The cutest event of the week was when the little girls were getting ready for bed one evening. My sister was making the bottle, and I was trying to “settle” them instead of wind them up. So I sang a silly song about the sun going to bed and so shall I. I taught them the actions of the sun coming up and traveling across the sky until it hit the floor again, then laid down to fall asleep. The third time the girls had the actions down and even Kona layed down on the floor to fall asleep for pretend. It was so cute watching them all interact so sweetly.

When it’s my time to go, I wonder how I will behave. Watching our elderly parents prepare for “the day” is hard. Some get listless and empty, letting go of the daily duties with quite a struggle. Getting them to understand that food is their first need and let someone else do the food preparations, can be such a battle. Others will not allow a hired help to come clean the house just for “privacy” sake or something.

I know it was hard for me to let go of the green house chores for the week and trust others to water, rotate, and watch care. Each sibling handles letting go of the parents differently also. Some just let go before it’s time to even relinquish their elder to this earthly suffering so that they do not have to watch the falling season. Some hang on so hard they won’t let anyone else take certain “cares” on because they have to have some control. In the end, the broken glass just goes when it’s God’s timing. We never really know when the glass will slip out of our hands and the pieces will be left to discard. We don’t even know what pieces we will be left with. God give me the grace to handle each broken glass with care.

God’s Goodness

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Saturday I witnessed a health care worker in action. I was both amazed at her quick decisions and her patience in turn. The fact that she is my niece and “watch” caring for my mother makes it only more blessed in my mind. While everyone is feeling the loss of the changing of seasons in my mother’s life, I am going to focus on the blessings. I want to taste God’s goodness during this season. One time nearly 24 years ago, I wrote a poem that I turned to song about these seasons.

The Spring of the year does not seem quite like the right time to begin seeing the autumn of one’s parents. But along with the fall comes the harvest. And Harvest is everyone’s favorite of gathering up all the goodies that God has blessed us with. So while my parents (all four of them in fact) are going into their season of fall in life, I want to focus on the bounty that God’s goodness has given them all these years.

Railings are such good help when we use them and when they are there. Our back porch and front deck went without such things for the first ten years or more while we lived here. The railing on the front deck was put up first. And we adjusted the steps to make them wider and more functional. The back porch “basket” was done a little later. My eyesight was failing in peripheral enough to make the railings necessary. No more running down or up the steps for me. So getting the railing down the basement steps in my mother’s house was a necessary item that we felt should not be delayed. My husband installed it on Saturday

Keeping aging parents in their home as long as possible can be somewhat of a hardship on the children balancing the watch care. Life becomes something of a juggling act as each one takes turns. There is no sense that life is on hold as the days come rushing by and things need to be done faster that one can think to schedule each day into the calendar. No one is particularly just waitng for the “big fall” rather we are all trying not to miss the balls as they fly through the air to us.

Knowing that my eyesight plays a pivotal role in me even catching one of those flying objects, I hope the others will be nice and roll the ball to me and let me know when it’s my turn to catch something. So here I go trying to schedule my greenhouse care and my doggie duties around traveling. And I’m not a very good traveler. I have already begun preferring to stay home.

I found this verse in my reading time the other day. Psalm 138:8 “The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me: Your steadfast love, O Lord endures forever, Do not forsake the work of your hands.” There are verses about us being the “workmanship” of the Almighty. This verse really brought me peace when I was thinking of the days that God has ordained for each of us to live.

My hubby found a little saying that was a gardener’s “ excuse me.” Many times in life for some no apparent reason something in the greenhouse or in the house, plants just dies. The saying was another persons take on the situation. “You are a really good gardener, that plant should have tried a little harder.” But plant’s aren’t like people. And while some plants tell you that something is wrong, most of the time the disease happens way too quickly for me to respond in appropriate care. Having bad eyesight in the gardening field can cost me a whole crop. Preventive maintenance has to be part of my routine. So this winter and early spring I found a dish soap insecticidal spray and cinnamon are doing their job well to keep away some pest issues in the greenhouse.

Of neglected plants… Here below the first picture on the left is a Kalanchoe that my mother in law was “not” nurturing well. The little thing bloomed it’s head off for over three months. Finally after not receiving water on a weekly basis it decided to start dyring up. Then there is all the tulips at our place that came up the first two weeks of March only to get froze off not just once but three or four times. The first plant to show stress of my mother’s lack of “time” concept was her holiday cactus. She did get it moved out of the house last summer to finish it’s slow death outside. Plants in distress can make such a mess in the house.

Leaving the elderly alone for the holidays is also a “slow” death process. I blame the pandemic for the “keeping everyone safe” mentality that left far too many people alone for too long. I think I’m going to adopt my daughter’s mindset that says life is for living not for trying to stay safe all the time. Most of the elderly I know would rather just see their family than NOT see their family.

This week is the Easter Season, or the Holy Week. I have not been able to focus on the Scripture study that I normally do this time of year. So I’m glad that our Pastor chose a familiar text for his sermons around the special holiday. The 23rd Psalm has been one of my focus studies many times. It seems doubly important during this season of our lives.

I use to ask people around me what “season” of Psalm 23 did they find themselves in?… And right now I find myself longing for the Shepherd’s tender leading as I try to find the right paths to take each every day. The words “lead me” occur twice in the passage, so that’s what I’ll focus on asking Him. Lead me softly, Lord, Lead me gently. Just Lead me!

Side note: Kona got his first professional haircut yesterday. He won the cutest dog of the day award. What an enjoyable little bit of goodness in this season of changing goodness!

“Lord help me to taste Your goodness through each and every day. Even if there are some bitter herbs, lead me through the entire path that You have for me Don’t let me miss anything You have for me to taste!”

“Cocoa’s Tale” introduction

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“I sure hope this flies… because they sure bite a lot. And hard, and in the season of hot, when even the shade doesn’t help much. A good breeze is kind though. I like the wind. Yep, I don’t mind the wind. Or the cold and the rain. Butt flies… they’re the worst.”

This is a tale of tails. Pets tails, Pony Tales, and other such happenings of Cocoa, the unshod, unstable-d pony. Though he could have been a miniature quarter horse, we found him to be far more comical than any other animal on our homestead. Though many of the stories are true, they have been altered to come from the perspective of our dear “Elvis.” He really did think he was the rock star of our farm. And yes it took a number of years for us to understand that Cocoa was the true cornerstone of all the chore life that happened.

There are many characters that you will meet along the way. There is Patches and Socks the cats, along with Daisy and others who would catch a bird in mid-flight. There were “hound” dogs from Lady, to Dolly to Tiz, Seymour, and Eva and finally Charlie. He out lived so many farm critters. Not to mention all of the sheep and lambs and Dodge the ram.

While Furbie thought he was a super hero, and Dolly the cattle dog felt she was always misplaced with the sheep, Cocoa never seemed to miss anything that happened. Standing down south of the front window, it was as if he heard every word we said. He is the author of many a false yarn that gets most everyone into trouble. Cocoa is the long lived, best loved, favorite among all of the creatures on the Green Field Acres. His antics and repetitive nature will have you rolling in the young grass for sure!

While the animals are all the same such named pets, the peoples personalities are adjusted to keep them from identity theft. Marie and Megan will not argue about whose horse it really was… And Cocoa will tell you that his true loyalty was with Ann rather than Wade. The parents and children alike have their own tales to tell about Cocoa’s daily greetings and special snickers.

Through the seasons of snow, young grass, hot flies and tomatoes, Cocoa will entertain you just as he did the neighbors. From over eating on spilled corn, to running free when the fence was down and to the loosing of his marbes, I hope you enjoy his story. So many stories. Well, then, should we begin at the beginning?

“Many, many moons ago during the season of snow I found myself at a new home. My first ride across the harvested fields found me and my brother in a new barn. Well, actually, we took two rides. The first was to the old man’s place. The old man was so ecstatic over the new friends to come. The young man and the old man had much to say to us. Most of the advice we had already heard before. He said, surely we would have the best of times with the children. He said, the children were young you know. But we were young also. So that meant that we could grow old together. “

“The next few days were pretty eventful. The children were more excited than the man had ever imagined. My brother and I were not too plussed about it. These were just little people. Little people or young people were all the same to me. But at the time I was a little pony. A foal, you know. So yes, we were going to be best of friends for sure.”

Cocoa said everything twice. You mean like, he said it again? Yep, he had to make sure you heard him. He was worth hearing you know.

‘Twas the week before Christmas

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‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through our house

Three little grand children were chasing a black puppy with a toy mouse

The children were nestled in their pajamas with much flare

In hopes that a special delivery soon would be there

The children were tucked away snug in there beds

With visions of the ginger bread man ran through their heads

Then Honey was wearing her Christmas kerchief and Charlie with Tabitha in his lap

And Melody and Lalah went down for her nap

Then Oma’s cell phone arose such a chatter

That Opa sat is his his easy chair to see what was the matter

The children came running and the camera’s did flash

The special delivery was here early at last!

Though the sun was shining and we hadn’t any snow

Their mother’s face was shining over a beautiful baby in arms below

What wonder an awe were in their eyes as the peered

At their miniature sister that was now finally here!

With her ten little fingers and ten little toes

Here round little cheeks and her round little nose

With all of the “aahhs” and “oohhs” that came

She blinked her little eyes and they whispered her name

Noelle, Noelle, Noelle Kazuko, Noelle they sang

You are precious and cute! We love you! Their voices rang!

Then out on the porch and down through the hall

The puppies did bark, and they dashed away all!

The excitement and happiness and glee was now high

Soon they would see mama, and daddy, and their baby-bye!

Now up to the hospital the visitors nearly flew

With their arms ready for hugs and baby snuggles too!

Then we heard raindrops and tinkles up on the roof

The coyotes and doggies all cried out woof-woof.

As we counted the presents and bundled up the toys

We thanked our dear Lord for three grand daughters and their brother ALL Boy.

Now we had more blessings from above

A new precious grand daughter to love!

Kona Week Eight: Kona’s Journal

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The holiday went well. Though it was cold. Therefore Honey had to be put in the greenhouse for two rest times as we kicked her out of the house for all of the people and foot traffic. She did okay. It was nice enough to go for a couple of walks. And Gavin did a great job following the menu that I posted on the cupboard door for him.

The day after was the more challenging. We had grands overnight. Poor little one did not have her lovey stuffee and she spent all night crying for “Lala!” Poor little thing. And my mother drive home with my sister worried into knots. Apparently my mother is having some changes in her vision that makes driving a little more nerve wrecking. I understand she is going to visit the eye doctor soon.

We did not get the Christmas tree up the day after Thanksgiving. That has been a historical occurrence in our household. Some people put up the tree early, some late. I do it when I am in the mood. And because it involves so much eyesight, my mood does not get there very early.

We were busy again trying to get to set up garage. We bought a heater so we can do some projects in the warmth. It needs a heat shield up in the rafters yet. So while he was doing that, I also moved some tender plants to house . The roaster of succulents was the biggest one. There are two other ones. Though they are in the library, I am not happy with the “forget-able” factor.

We decided the canine virus is too risky and so we are keeping Honey home this month. Neighbors sitters are amazing. So glad that we have someone willing to help us out. Taking Kona with me yet to daughter’s house. Not much time left until grand baby number four arrives.

So the tree in the e house not up yet. I will get to it soon. I might even do it today. I am still reading “your dog is your mirror.” And now I feel like I will need to read it again to decode my own emotional input into my dogs. The most I have learned so far is that I need to let them be dogs and find out what they want. Kona’s week eight ended with a new bed for the crate that he sleeps in. I can wash up the towels and save them for just bath times.

Rainy day catch up

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I just threw my wet jeans in the dryer to dry off and so that I could warm up. It’s 11 am and we have had 2 inches of rain this morning. The lightening flash at 6:53 am woke me up. It was so bright, I thought surely it was later than that. No sunshine wake up vibes this morning. The lightening strikes continued for another hour. Need less to say, the pot of coffee is already empty.

What to do on a rainy day but catch up on everything in the house. There is a batch or two of tomatoes to process, but I’m waiting for a little more “light” on the situation. It was so dark, all the lights are on. That did not help much though.

The latest “back-pack” is completed and now it’s time for another project start. Crochet is the easiest thing for me to do when the sky is so overcast. Might be time to consider some lighting changes in the house.

Shortly after I began this entry, my sister who also has the RP gene and is just beginning to find “blind” challenges, called to tell me her lighting situation took a dive also. She has a perfect lamp for her work / office area, and the transformer or lightbulb quit working, and now she is hunting for a new lamp. For those of us with low vision finding a particular aid is often like looking for a needle in a hay-stack. We can certainly feel each other’s pain.

This morning or the radio someone was “advertising” his blog as a “running faith tal.” Or how to trust God on a daily basis. What does his blog have that mine does not? Well, advertizement for one thing. But yes, I would probably call this my “walking faith talk.” Or maybe it’s my journal on Deuteronomy 6:7, my journal while I sit in my house. And mostly about the way that I walk (in relation to the eyes that god has given me.

Maybe my rising up and lying down isn’t as exciting as someone else’s life, but this is my life. I am doing my best set the word of God before my eyes. No I don’t wear “frontlets between my eyes.” I can’t imagine looking at others and seeing little televised boxes displaying the words of their hearts, minds and souls on display for everyone to read. It makes one think twice about what is displayed on all the social media stuff.

Saturday morning was another rainy day and more tears. It is so hard to explain that moving things was not the problem. Yes, I know my hubby wanted to help. And yes, I know he could put stuff back. But just one little thing out of place, set my visual field in tumbles and suddenly, I was having “shock” waves when I did not now know where I was. The peripheral vision is so low for me, that If somehting moves, or someone moves, I get an electrical shock through me when I see the wrong thing. When what my little squirrel brain is expecting, and it’s not there. BOOM! No fun. After this happens two or three times in the presence of someone rocking my tree, I get a mad rush of anxiety. Not fun at all. There is no fix for this. Slowing down does not necessarily help. Sitting still is often my last resort, because I would rather be doing something.

I find myself leaving the presence of the offending movement rather than hanging onto the sides of the rocking ship. How do I keep up with the changes that are constantly coming my way?

On a better note, recently my little 22 month old granddaughter learned the phrase “What’s up?” She repeated it over and over with a very long drawn out vowel sound. Then, said in her own little matter of factness, “That’s so funny!” So here’s a little more of the “what’s up” category of my life

Book: on the fur trade and the making of America-that’s a lot of animals that are dead now. The numbers are staggering. Kitchen- processing another batch of spaghetti sauce made our stock pile full in the closet. Any thing else will have to be for giving away. People-can be a blessing and a challenge. Like the neighbor lady that does sewing for me. She is so wonderful. Like the phone calls when I trying to work with both hands and they have a headset of bluetooth device and just keep right on talking despite my attempts to hang up. And the garden…

Ahh, the garden! It is my happy place. I do love to dig in the dirt and watch things grow. The hydrant garden is getting a makeover. I dog up all of the irises last week and put them-in boxes until I could get back to them. Then I dup up some of the lilies on the north side of the vegetable garden. Those went right into the hydrant bed. Today, I put one box of irises back into the bed and put all of the tulips in that I had saved in the basket in the old house through the summer. I sure hope this makes the purple blooms far more numerous next spring.

Planting bulbs, is like planting hope!

Love Multiplies

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This past week I spent several nights wondering why sleep had flown the coup. I mean really why does the mind just decide to stay awake? The normal routine had seemed to fail me once again. How many nights of little to no sleep can one have. I am no super hero. This body began to scream for some actual rest.

Much of the last ten years for me has been sleeplessness. There are benefits to wakefulness all night long. One of these is the many hours i have spent listening to my mp3 player read the Bible to me. I would not be alive today but for the sanity that the constance of God’s word has lent to me in those hours of un-sleep.

Lately, it seems the beast of awake has taken me under wing again. Sometimes, I don’t know it is good or bad. Surely the enemy does not want me to spend all those hours meditating on God’s word. Am I really that anxious and fretful that my mind will not slow down long enough to sleep?

Tonight, I have a little sinus bug that is putting a tickle down my throat that is so annoying. I got up to study some words that I have been pondering and find out what God’s word has to say about them. The first word is charity.

Some of us grew up reading the King James Bible and know the word from it’s long list of attributes in I Corinthians chapter 13. It is otherwise know as the “Love Chapter.” Many people choose this passage for sermonettes at their weddings. The long list of character traits to charity are often used in substitutional studies. Like putting Jesus in the place of Love, or even using one’s own name. Finding out one’s fault comings is simple when doing that. But looking for faults is not one of Charity’s blessings. Over looking them, IS.

The next word that stuck in my mind is Mizpah. Oh, boy, you might say, where did that come from? Well, in the Bible it is a momental stone to commemorate a parting in life’s travels. Like perhaps more of a “Rite of Passage” when two people go in separate directions. This happened in Laban and Jacob’s life. And was not meant as a bad thing, but rather a reminder that they both had the same Lord watching over them. Paul had many such partings in his ministry as recorded in the Book of Acts.

Today, the meaning is often skewed to be a marriage or love “Stone” like a diamond ring or something. I don’t think it was meant as such, for married people should not separate on life’s journey. Just my own opinion. (Sometimes it happens, okay, I get that.). And may I not de-emphasize that as a married individual, my husband and I are not together 24-7, so yes we wear the modern wedding bands.

Is Mizpah a commemorative stone of the the passage of life from this earth? I don’t think it was meant as a memorial either. But the separation blessing it certainly seems to be. What ever am I thinking of this so deeply for?

Today, my first daughter told her people what the gender of her coming fourth child is to be. Not for this blog, I might add. The moment of covenantal blessing for me came after the video was recorded and the eldest child expressed her wishes for the hoped for gender. Mama just chuckled her tell tale laughter and then later expressed, she had shed a few tears also. The cupcakes of color and been devoured, God has already decided. So I expressed my own prayer filled blessing. “Love multiplies. It does not divide, separate, or subtract. It always adds and then multiplies. More to love, means more love. Love multiplies. And we will live this little one just like we love you.”

I cannot put myself in my daughter’s shoes. She is walking her own journey through life. I had two daughters. Though I wanted more, God chose not to do that for me. Now, the Lord has granted my daughter the gift of childbearing. Charity begets charity. Love multiplies.

Neither can I walk in my second daughter’s working world. I am so proud of both my daughters. Their faith walk, their journey through life following the Lord’s leading inspires me to keep faith also. While it seems we have less connected moments that what I had imagined there would be through the “adult” years, there are brief moments in time that seem strong in the memories. One night recently we sat around the kitchen table once again with the ever growing family. For a brief moment that evening with either daughter on each side of me, I felt rich. Rich in this world of spiritual blessings and physically rich by the gifts that God has given me in my daughters.

This beautiful doily is a bit of my own fabrication. I dropped the original edging and added more hearts. The “mizpah” or commemoration is that love multiplies and we shall have more grandchildren, “the Lord willing.”

Summer Heat

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The weeding has kept me out of my library this summer. Maybe I care more about my flowers this year, or maybe my priorities changed. Writing has not been at the top of the list.

I was not even making a to do list for each week as it seemed the list was monotonous. Weed, water, weed, dead-head geraniums, start over. I also was trying to pay more attention to the pet bonding and make sure someone was not being picked on. Unfortunately, Charlie has decided that because Crush runs, Crush should be chased. Poor old Tom cat. Actually, I don’t feel sorry for him. Only enough to tell Charlie to “leave it!”

We lost three pets this year, Autumn, Eva and Cocoa. That is nothing in comparison to my cousin loosing her mother. I think I wrote a blog once about my Aunties. And my Aunt MaryLou and I had so very much in common. We just seemed to “get” each other even though some in the family did not get her. We could talk so easily about just any thing. We both had her mother’s eyesight disease. We both had two daughters. We both had intensely funny husbands. We both loved reading. We both loved ALL kinds of music. We both loved to talk about the little people in our lives. I just can’t imagine how her close family will live without her. But they were blessed to watch her grace and poise during her last years of painful living. Knowing that she is no longer in pain helps some.

My allergies have been somewhat more in the “controlled” state. Another reaction to bread that was “tainted” with barley has kept me away from the slices. So far the wraps that we buy have been okay for me. I had a close call the other night choosing gluten free wrap only to find out that most of the time they use potato in the dough. Real close!

Today is the hottest day of the year, maybe… I think they said the head index has it over 100 degrees. The breeze is generous and feels lovely. Though I am not working in the heat, I still am trying to get outside and soak up the warm. The bitter winter wind will be extra harsh this winter when I look back and think about today. It’s crazy how the flowers, the tomatoes, and the zuchini love the heat. What a lovely surprise to walk into the greenhouse and see one of the Amaryllis in full bloom.

The west Fig tree in the greenhouse is doing well. I have made fig preserve three times already. It is worse than candy. So addicting. We eat it with graham crackers. I have not made bars yet. There just never seems to be any left after I fill a couple of jars. OOPS!

One baby blanket this summer is completed. Probably won’t start another until fall weather. I am still enjoying making the back pack bags. A few dishcloths found their way off the hook. I have yarn for a few other projects, but all is too hot for this time of year.

Meanwhile, the back walkway past the propane was getting to be a tripping hazard, so I picked it all up and laid out some brick edgers to contain the wood cookies. Yes, I know not the best idea to have such a “flammable” path next to the propane tank. But I am using what works for me, what is cheap (except for hubby’s labor) and what I have. Several how to vid’s showed mixing up crete or mortar and pouring in when the chips are are down. Will see how permanent that would be, so probably just doing the chips again.

We have a few other projects of clean up nature and just putt-zing around the acreage. This will be kind of a forever thing. Kind of like how owning a house is always some maintenance project or another. Right now it’s the overgrown cucumber patch that is keeping me overwhelmed. So here I go to cut up some more veggies.

So, About Yesterday…

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Honey came home sporting a kerchief. She is the Chief sporting, recreation, toy, and herding dog on the place now. Her sport is frisbee. Her recreation is napping sandwiched between the coffee table and sofa. Her toy nature is to greet everyone exuberantly when she is pleased with the situation (like saying goodbye to everyone at the grooming salon). And her favorite herding function is getting the cats up fro morning kibbles. Now lets see how long I can keep her clean.

The Royal Regal Pelagorium is showing it’s beauty these days. I was so happy to get a few of the cuttings to take root. They are a tricky little lot. I think doing them in the humidity dome in the house would work better. Maybe next fall. Nevertheless there are enough for sharing!

Well, I know I promised not to USE my family in my blog, but this event was so special to me. On the occasion of my 55th birthday, my daughter happened to be playing in the symphony. So about that yesterday… I insisted that it would be a great time to introduce the grandchildren to the symphony! And it was a Disney film “Aladdin” on top of it all. So we ALL went to the live symphony film production. The cutest was when said cellist asked little Isaac if he was ready for the move. His reply was “NO! I’m going to the symphony.” Then after the concert, all he could do was talk about the MOVIE! Out of the mouths of babes…. It was just darling. Thanks be to cellist’s hubby for paying for all the treats. He insisted and we would have no wrestling matches or fights on my birthday. So, yeah. What fun!

I finished the Salsa ‘n’ Chips gingham afghan that I started in less that ten days. It is very adorable actually. Even though I don’t really care for the color combination. Lots of other folks like it. All done.

So, about yesterday… usually means some sort of confession is about to take place. And perhaps one is in order. But other than telling you I through a whole lot geranium cuttings away during the last month of cleanup and tidy in the greenhouse, there is not much to say. I already said how old I am which is something no woman ever does. I admitted that someone else paid for my celebration. I am not real sorry for using a picture of my family, so there’s that. Ummm… Maybe I should just quit before the real truth gets told!