I’m writing this in Heathrow International, London, waiting on the last leg of our trip to Norway to see our second precious bundle in the form of a granddaughter. Naturally, I’m drinking English Breakfast Tea. My body doesn’t really know what time it is, although my watch says it’s going on 2PM here, which means it’s close to 8AM back home in the Show Me State, so I guess breakfast tea is still appropriate…somewhere. We had a few complications due to wind in Chicago, (also appropriate, if you know Chicago), as well as human and technological mishaps—such is international travel I am told—but compared to what could go wrong, these things are merely inconveniences. Continue reading “All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go….(Yeah, it’s a old song)”
I’m watching with interest as my cucumber plant is flourishing, winding up the metal fencing and sending out little shoots to hold it up. I’m amazed at the engineering and forethought of this design—some plants need a full support “cage” (like tomatoes), but this little guy has its own tentacles that reach out, find, and attach the vine to the fence, literally pulling whole plant up into the sunlight. These also serve to anchor and support the plant when the heavy cucumbers mature.
Why can’t I be that smart?
God has created us to be in family, in Continue reading “Cucumbers–more than salad.”