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

Thursday, May 16, 2024


Just me, trying to sharpen my senses.

In honor of my birthday yesterday and because L.M. Montgomery just "gets" me, I'll leave you with these quotes that perfectly sum me up at 42 years old.

“I'd like to add some beauty to life," said Anne dreamily. "I don't exactly want to make people KNOW more... though I know that IS the noblest ambition... but I'd love to make them have a pleasanter time because of me... to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn't been born.”  (Anne's House of Dreams)

“I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”   (Anne of Avonlea)

“In my maturity, I've come to the happy, evolutionary opinion that I'm unusual, and I embrace it”  (Anne with an "E")

Friday, May 10, 2024


(Miss Adele' took this picture!)

I don't know why it took this Dutch girl THIS long to plant some tulip bulbs- but my procrastination has stolen so much potential beauty and joy from my life these many years!

There are two types of flower people:  The kind who would never dare to cut flowers- enjoying them only in their natural, living habitat.  And the kind that is perfectly happy to massacre them for the sake of indoor joy.

I am the latter.

It took me growing tulips myself to realize that homegrown tulips are NOTHING compared to store bought ones.  I always kinda thought they were a modest flower but in fact, they are incredibly ostentatious!  

If you cut tulips in the morning and bring them in when they are tightly budded, by evening they have stretched out and draped their petals in the most showy, flamboyant way.  

"Look at ME!" they cry.

And I do.  I DO!  I can't HELP myself!

Are you a hand-off flower admirer or a vase-filling flower butcher?  

Also: an important something to think on today...