Sunday, May 31, 2009
It leads into the back of the woods, which I fondly call the gateway to the "hundred acre wood" joshing of course ;)
We had purchased the fencing a couple of years earlier, from an old family homestead, seventeen original picket-fence panels, and one little gate.
We have used the fencing, all around the property, since there was not enough to completely fence the entire area.
It works well, a piece here, a few pieces there...
I understand the triumph and the truth
Wrought into these walls of rugged stone.
They are a miracle of patient hands,
They are a victory of suffering, a paean of pain;
All pangs of death, all cries of birth,
Are in the mute, moss-covered stones;
They are eloquent to my hands
O beautiful, blind stones, inarticulate and dumb!
In the deep gloom of their hearts there is a gleam
Of the primeval sun which looked upon them
When they were begotten.
So in the heart of man shines forever
A beam from the everlasting sun of God.
Rude and unresponsive are the stones;
Yet in them divine things lie concealed;
I hear their imprisoned chant:
~ The Song of the Stone Wall by Helen Keller 1910
Friday, May 29, 2009
I have received a new blog award from fellow blogger, Pastor Sharon, at Dances With God a recent recipient of the award herself.
"Please feel free to pass this award along to your friends. I ask that you do name them but you don't have to link to them.
The Writers Porch
A Parson's Wife
Home Haven Ministry
The Smith's Bennie and Patsy
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Then I had a Stiff Neck...
Washed my hair and couldn't do anything with it...
New diet doesn't seem to be working out....
Got chewed out by the boss...
Got caught in the rain at lunchtime.......
"Need some help?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "How does this thing work?"
"Simple," I said, taking the fat report from her hand and feeding it into the shredder.
"Thanks, but where do the copies come out?"
Uninvited guests show up at dinnertime.....
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
It was sent to me several years ago, from my childhood best friend Caroline, (on the right), taken standing in front of her parents Fish and Chip shop in my hometown.
I think we were about nine years old, and inseparable.
At some point the photograph had been torn, and Caroline had taped it back together, which accounts for the distortion in her little face.
I think someone may have told me NOT to smile :)
Her younger brother (David), shown in the middle of the photograph was a "live wire", always teasing us girls.
Sadly, he has passed away, from complications with his diabetes.
He was much too young to have left this earth.......
We made some wonderful memories in the age of innocence.....
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Not the kind where you catch up on your gardening chores, or plow through stacks of laundry, or do the weekly grocery shopping.
Instead, I wear my broadest smile, and don my hat as a Leasing Agent, with the town's most upscale apartment homes community.
Today, it has rained almost non-stop, keeping all but the bravest of souls inside their homes.
It's a cozy and pleasant place to be, on a rainy day, reminding me so much of England; and so for the majority of the day I was confined indoors, looking out the window, onto an eerily silent and empty swimming pool......
Monday, May 11, 2009
Aim for greater heights...
Friday, May 8, 2009
"A Mother holds her children's hands for a while
.......their hearts forever."
Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour,
in the unutterable agony of death,
was mindful of His mother,
as if to teach us that this holy love
should be our last worldly thought - the last point of earth
from which the soul should take its flight for heaven.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Mother Love ~ James John Hill
“Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother”
~ Anne Taylor
Reading to Mother ~ John Morgan
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Passing my favorite old homestead
Down the country lane
Waiving " hello" to the old weathered barn
Now where did I leave my gardening gloves ?
The iris are in bloom ...
I think I'll make a cuppa and sit here for a spell.......mulling over my plans.
Rain stopped play....