I was out raking up the sweet gums balls in the yard…again. I never realized what an arboreous pain sweet gum trees are; beautiful, yes, but there’s nothing sweet about stepping on one of those blasted seed balls that drop in the spring and fall. The little buggers can be downright treacherous!
Try to mow the yard with them hiding in the grass, and they go flying like so many high-velocity projectiles. You’d better hope you have shoes on or your foot can be impaled by the hard spikes on this leftover seed casing. Even with shoes on, the little sphere doesn’t politely crush when stepped on; oh no, when it rolls underfoot, it can send the unsuspecting bi-ped flying, giving the same effect as slipping on a banana peel. Continue reading “Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’…”
I put in this new garden two years ago, by hand, meaning without much help except for the big farm and home truck that dropped everything off next to the driveway. And let me tell ya, those railroad ties are heavy! (I think Bob helped me with one of them, but he had previously hurt his back, so I sent him back indoors.)
It’s been beautiful and fruitful:
But now, a few seasons later, the dirt seems to have settled and is getting a bit low. I’m always asking Bob for dirt for my birthday, or Mothers’ Day, but his romantic heart can’t bear showering dirt on his wife when other wives are asking for jewelry or flowers. Continue reading “Shovel…check. Ibuprofen…check.”
If you’re on Instagram, you’ve probably noticed the proliferation of cat and dog photos. That’s okay, since it’s a subject obviously near and dear to the owner’s heart. I even wrote a children’s book about my dog—ready for this??—in Swedish, for my Swedish granddaughter.
(Sidebar—Yes, I’m trying to learn Swedish, such a beautiful language. I use my vocabulary words, plus a few others to fill in the blanks, to write primary-style stories along the lines of “See Jane. See Jane run.” Because that’s about the level of my Swedish. So why not write about my dog, along with photos?)
One of the wonderful things about dogs, we are told, is that they live in the now. There’s no worrying about tomorrow or fretting over yesterday. For them, it’s a total embracing of present tense, in every encounter, every situation. Continue reading “Beware: broken sidewalk”
Have you noticed that it seems like quite a few flicks coming out of southern Cal studios are based on true events? Maybe the “Industry” kingpins (holding the purse strings) have realized that it’s profitable for art to imitate life rather than the other way around.
“When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you.”
The college’s bell tower had not yet rung 6AM, and the sun was still coming up over the wheat that was drying out from the recent rains, which had at least brought in cooler weather. So sipping hot tea on my patio while donning a sweatshirt in southern Missouri in mid-June was a real treat. Birds singing, an occasional rooster (even though we live in town), and my big black dog was not panting yet. Not bad at all for a summer Monday morning!
Somebody once said that hindsight is 20/20. I don’t think so. I think we can still be blind as a bat without some well-fitted spectacles in the form of serious contemplative wisdom. I don’t know much (at all) about physics—that’s my brother the Purdue engineer’s department. But I’ve heard there’s something out there called Chaos Theory. I like that term. I sometimes feel I’m the embodiment of it. No need to take classes on that one, just come read my autobiography, which I haven’t written yet since I’m still living it. As I’ve said before, my life seemingly doesn’t come in “seasons”; it prefers to come in “spasms”.
“Then celebrate the Festival of Harvest to honor the LORD your God. Bring him a voluntary offering in proportion to the blessings you have received from him… for it is he who blesses you with bountiful harvests and gives you success in all your work.”
** This BEE-autiful video is from Alive and Well in Kansas. And if you haven’t checked out her blog, please do! (GREAT instagram feed also, just in case you wonder where your food comes from!)
Today our sweet 2-year-old granddaughter turns THREE!! I continue to store up memories that only grandchildren can bestow. Her memory, however, is a bit different:
For example, our dear one won’t remember the day she received her wonderful cartoon bed as a gift from her parents. Her dad found it especially for Christmas, modeled after a favorite anime character, and it is as soft and comfortable and cute as can be. At two and a half, however, her brain is so busy forming a gazillion neuro-pathways that it’s a little Continue reading “Where’d THAT come from?”