Saturday, August 1, 2015

Date Night

 We went on a date. Just the two of us. Life after weddings is fabulous. There's time for play. And I am reading a novel this week; something I haven't done in ages.
There's time to play with my phone camera. And brain space to consider some fall perennial planting. Jung's catalogue came in the mail last week right in the middle of our wedding hub-bub. Having tucked it away for later; I thought of it it when we found these beauties growing by the shelter at a park near Hayward.
 This picture is much darker because I discovered the iso setting on my camera in an effort to capture the color, better. Imagine my delight in learning something new and nice. I really wonder sometimes if the camera geeks in our family realize how ignorant I am.
Elv was snapping pictures, too.

Friday, July 31, 2015

   The garden flowers are blooming now. Finally. 

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

A Small Post

The Wedding was beautiful. Lance and Kristine are happily married.
If I had a computer,I would try to write something meaningful about preparation and expectation and creating a perfect wedding celebration.
And about having three small baby girls in the family all at once. And about understanding life after life-changing events. And the hollow quiet within these old stone cottage walls after they all go home to their own worlds. And about finding another new normal.
Since I am having to Swype type to write; I will be posting less often until we get a new computer. With traveling, saving the money, and shopping this will take me several months, I suppose.
To my sisters, I still have a phone.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Our Oasis

  We are blessed to have this secluded park-like place to visit, rest, and read. There Is nothing fancy here to sit on. The patio bricks are old. The surrounding concrete just sturdy and plain. But with green grass, new trees, big shade trees, flowers and a fire table we have a perfect oasis.

                             Come join us, anytime.

Reflections Scribblings

 I found and ordered up the pictures from our family camping last summer. I plan to scrapbook the events of four days of camping into one whole scrapbook. Sparkling blue lake pictures, a red and white canoe, fishing paraphernalia, children and beach balls tumbling in and out of the lake, sandy toes, dirty faces, sticky marshmallow-y hands, bright sunburns, campfires, loons, and messy beaches. 
I am becoming positively sappy with the memories. Thanking God for the photographs, too. Because I honestly would have forgotten this without the aid of all 800 of them. Now I can relive it and realize how precious that time was... all of us there. It'll be a couple years till we can do this again.
Until that distant future week; we must be sufficed with short evening canoe trips. 

Oh yes, a canoeing of an evening on the channel. Someday, soon, I promise myself. 
And now a new post. 

Life is so good. One of the girls at church said to me, "This is a happy place, again." Big sigh! Praise the Lord. 
Summer, green and golden, is here again. We are enjoying our patio suppers, evening campfires, and blooming flowers. The ditches are blazing with daisy and tansy and vetch. 

Next subject.  
Three out of ten women will get breast cancer, so say the statistics. That's for other people we think. I did anyway. Till now. Now it is my friend getting suddenly so very ill with nausea. It's someone very close to me losing her long, never-before-cut, beautiful, strawberry-blond, just-turning-grey hair. It feels very, very real now.  

She is one of the bravest women I know. I find that I want to walk with her as closely as is decently practical through this experience. She said, "I don't want to waste this." She was referring to lessons learned about priorities and plans and our short lives even afterward. That's true; but I want to reassure her if she shares it with us; it certainly won't be wasted. Because of how she is being real and ordinary...and brave, with tears and agonies and smiles as happens with us ladies in our troubles and triumphs, I am proud to part of her team. 

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Grace For Our Days

 I found a quote today that went like this; You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should've behaved better. -Anne Somebody. Something about this rang a bell with me and I copied it to the blackboard...for about five minutes. The more I thought about it; the more I saw the missing Grace. So I erased it. Thank God, we don't have to "own" everything that has happened to us. The Blood covers it.
This morning I found some recipes in a lovely, little garden dinner cookbook I bought for the pictures at the used shop. The recipes are full of things like red onions, jalapeno peppers, cloves of garlic, olive oil, fresh ground pepper, fresh cilantro, fresh lemon juice, red wine vinegar, etc. So you can see why I  spent the dollar. The pretty tables set in gardens are quite fetching. But a handful of the recipes finally caught my attention. I really need a word for when something you've had, suddenly comes into focus for a completely different reason...something you couldn't have thought before now. And the definition should include the certain knowledge that God had it in The Plan all along.

 Quiet time, Studying recipes, the Sunday school lesson to teach next Sunday and my journal and Bible with coffee and the everlasting, disgusting, morning egg ( must-have protein). Quiet time has become very precious this busy summer. That's not to say that the only time I read scripture is when I have a day off. It is just that instead of sleepless, fussy baby nights and full days of filling family needs, I now seem to have time to be busy in completely different ways. And we are still getting accustomed to it. After being a mom for so many years with all the pertinent demands I am still amazed that they're so soon
Oh I know, you girls are rolling your eyes, but SERIOUSLY! It all still feels new to me. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad it's your turn, and I am happy to have a go at this new turn of circumstances.
Now I can try a black bean salsa recipe if I like or rearrange the kitchen shelves without interruption. Or have a job away from home for a couple days a week. And be available to friends who need.
Like Amy said with a big sigh last night after we picked her up at the airport, "Life is good!"