What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Budding : May 24

As I work to get in the vegetable gardens and weed the ridiculously overrun perennial asparagus and strawberry patches, I thought I would give you a few glimpses of my flower circle...

As you can see, everything is in bud, so swollen and ready to burst into color.  It is time again for my morning and evening jaunts around the flower circle to see what has popped.  

And when I do, these are always at my feet:

A New Recreation : May 23

 The neighbors to our left are very kind. They bring the children bags of licorice sometimes and let Judah come calling (almost every day).  They let the children enjoy their woodland swamp frog pond and most recently, passed along a bow to the children which has provided plenty of entertainment around here.  

Particularly for a certain boy who is getting pretty good at it, if I do say so myself.

Weekending : May 22

For your information: I noticed that Judah was bringing his bike to the garden while looking through the camera.  I heard him shout "Hey Mama!  Watch this!" and I just *knew* he was planning on dirtbiking through the garden walkways.  I caught him just in time to end that before it began.  BOYS.

The moon was gorgeous last night.  Just like the sun the other day, but a bit more muted.  I was playing with exposure out of my bedroom window last night, trying to photograph it, when I heard the terrifying scream of a mountain lion somewhere close by.  Too close for comfort.  Three times I heard that piercing scream and boy, did it give me the shivers.  That is a frightful sound if I've ever heard one.

I spent the weekend outside every possible second.  When the motivation strikes, you have to go with it.  The garden was tilled and the next day I went to the cheapest greenhouse around here and got tomato and pepper plants. (No.  I didn't start seeds and No.  I don't want to talk about it.)  I went into greenhouse/planting mode when I got there and became a little overzealous in my plant nabbing.  When I came home and started planting them, I realized I had overshot the tomatoes by about 40 plants.  143 tomato plants at last count.  I was *planning* on downsizing to 100 tomato plants this year but... yeah.  Too late.  Hello roadside stand!

While I planted green things in the garden, the baby laid on the porch and between planting/weeding/mowing/etc. I laid with her.  Birds were flying.  Leaves were bursting.  Buds were swelling.  Rain was pattering.  It was bliss.

Putting the plants in this year was one of the most pleasant 'putting in' years I've ever had.  It was overcast and gray and a soft, misty rain would begin and end every hour or so- not enough to stop my work but enough to keep me cool and content.  This is the first year, I think ever, that I did not get a major sunburn or need to take sweaty breaks in the tree shadows every couple hours.

Seeds are still left to plant and that is a big job in itself (and one I hope to finish in the next two days- before the rains come again!) but the garden is starting to look all clean and bright and hopeful.

And that leaves me feeling the same way about things.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Sunspot : May 21

The sunrise yesterday morning was brilliant, but not because it painted the entire sky glowing as it often does.  No, yesterday's sunrise was incredibly beautiful because it didn't do that.  The sun just sat, perched in a tree, as red as a blood moon and as burning as the sun, surrounded by the cloudy grey of a new day.  

It was quietly brilliant, humble-like, but the intensity of its' glowing seemed to seer my insides. 

Little wonder moments.  People miss them.  Some people snoozed right through this sunspot.  I miss them.  How many moments have I missed?  So many.  

An ant colony under my feet, creating a santuary, Sequoias, standing stalwart through the ages, beavers nawing homes and woodpeckers (literally) wracking their heads for their supper.  Everywhere.  Little wonder moments that declare the glory of God.  

A friend linked to these Fairytale World Macro photos the other day and my breathe was taken away.  I just had to share them here.

We are surrounded.  If only we have eyes to see.

The Cheese Man : May 20

It's pizza night.  The fresh mozzarella is made and frozen just long enough to shred beautifully, then Andrew is always the one who comes in and does the shredding.  
I call him my Cheese Man.  And I love him.

Makers : May 19

A few projects the children have been doing lately...

What?!?  You don't have a ten year old boy storing every old, dirty, rotten deer bone he finds in the woods in your mudroom in order to eventually recreate an entire deer skeleton?  

I bet you are green with envy right now.  Or for another reason.