I was reminded yesterday about an event that happened last year. As I was filling the hummingbird feeders, a tiny emerald green hummingbird landed on my finger. He sat there about 90 seconds while I held my breath statue like. Then he flew off to the butterfly bush in the yard!
WHY and HOW could I EVER forget that happening?
What does it say about me?
Have I gotten too busy with mundane ugly everyday life that I would forget that special moment God allowed in my life?
Why is it that when you live near the ocean, after a while, you forget the sound of the waves and just don't hear them any more?
Living everyday able to see the sunrise and sunset and you don't take the time to do so?
In the fall, the first leaves are so amazing, but they all still change until there are no leaves to fall any longer. The colors get "normal"!
The first snowflakes are little miracles, but after two weeks, we only see slushy hinderances!
The secret to gratefulness is to change your perspective. Sometimes this may require standing on your head!
Be grateful today about everything!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
sounds fun to me
I spent yesterday afternoon trimming little goat feet, applying pour-on and
worming. Oh, fun!
I belong to a group online called handpreparedfibers and the above was a post from a girl talking about her angora goats, the fiber seems to felt on the goats but not once cut. I feel so connected to this group, even though I have never met them. Someday I will! Someday I will have my own little goats and will be trimming their little goat feet too! Life is too short~
Today I noticed many things that make me smile and ponder.
On my way to church, at stop light I noticed two little boys on one bicycle.
My first thought was, why are these young boys unaccompanied by an adult?
As I watched them navigate the street and side walk, I had to smile.
The one in back was purely enjoying the ride, if you could call it a ride, as he was not helping the other at all! The boy in front had to pedal, balance and walk the bike skillfully! He would get a running start, and then pedal like crazy about 8 times. For some reason he thought that this would allow him to coast and rest a bit....No such luck. After coming to a slow crawl, he had to begin again!
The light turned and I continued to church nostalgic of young children playing as if it were their job.
This feeling continued later in the day at the mall. I saw you young couple pushing a stroller with a very cute baby girl in it. It would not have mattered if this child was not the gerber baby, or a baby contest winner. She had the biggest, most vibrant yellow bow right in the middle of her forehead! All passing her, myself included, could not help but smile. I am sure that everyone who saw her will remember her and smile again and again.
Young parents, do not be quick to take a bow off of your child when it is small.
It is worth a little embarrassment on your part for the joy of others. Your baby will never know it looked silly!
One last sight that made my heart sink a little. In the children's play area at the mall, I passed a little girl, maybe 3 years old. She was climbing on the cow that jumped over the moon. She asked her father, "Daddy, you wanna ride on the cow with me?" Sadly he shook his head and continued to read the newspaper.
Come on! Your kids are only young once and if you do not play with them now, no matter what other people may think of you at the time, you will miss this opportunity forever! Play while you can! Dance in the middle of the kitchen with your wife, play duck duck goose with your son! Go to a baseball game with your husband and really try to get into it!
"Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you did not do than by the things you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail aqay from the safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore! Dream! Discover!"...Mark Twain
worming. Oh, fun!
I belong to a group online called handpreparedfibers and the above was a post from a girl talking about her angora goats, the fiber seems to felt on the goats but not once cut. I feel so connected to this group, even though I have never met them. Someday I will! Someday I will have my own little goats and will be trimming their little goat feet too! Life is too short~
Today I noticed many things that make me smile and ponder.
On my way to church, at stop light I noticed two little boys on one bicycle.
My first thought was, why are these young boys unaccompanied by an adult?
As I watched them navigate the street and side walk, I had to smile.
The one in back was purely enjoying the ride, if you could call it a ride, as he was not helping the other at all! The boy in front had to pedal, balance and walk the bike skillfully! He would get a running start, and then pedal like crazy about 8 times. For some reason he thought that this would allow him to coast and rest a bit....No such luck. After coming to a slow crawl, he had to begin again!
The light turned and I continued to church nostalgic of young children playing as if it were their job.
This feeling continued later in the day at the mall. I saw you young couple pushing a stroller with a very cute baby girl in it. It would not have mattered if this child was not the gerber baby, or a baby contest winner. She had the biggest, most vibrant yellow bow right in the middle of her forehead! All passing her, myself included, could not help but smile. I am sure that everyone who saw her will remember her and smile again and again.
Young parents, do not be quick to take a bow off of your child when it is small.
It is worth a little embarrassment on your part for the joy of others. Your baby will never know it looked silly!
One last sight that made my heart sink a little. In the children's play area at the mall, I passed a little girl, maybe 3 years old. She was climbing on the cow that jumped over the moon. She asked her father, "Daddy, you wanna ride on the cow with me?" Sadly he shook his head and continued to read the newspaper.
Come on! Your kids are only young once and if you do not play with them now, no matter what other people may think of you at the time, you will miss this opportunity forever! Play while you can! Dance in the middle of the kitchen with your wife, play duck duck goose with your son! Go to a baseball game with your husband and really try to get into it!
"Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you did not do than by the things you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail aqay from the safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore! Dream! Discover!"...Mark Twain
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Bumpits!
What an interesting word and if not for my Hilary, I would never know of it. Now, I have a really hard time remembering weird names, and want to call it Badoinks. Maybe writing it will make me remember! For those of you not in the know...Bumpits are kind of like barettes you pit in yout hair to make it look like you have teased it at the crown....like inb the 50's. Apparently this looks terrible and doesn't work at all coming from a stylist! Makes me want to try one, just to see!!!!
Had a wonderful time and an awful date night with Hilary tonight. Horrible movie...do not waste your time with Final Destination. Rent the first one if you must see gore! Hilary and I have been scary movie buddies since she was little...that was until we saw Blair Witch....now we just see gore!
Horrible bland dinner and sent it back. Food is normally very good there!
Hil tried to make my blog poppin, but was very frustrated with the "easy"
directions. This is what I have until she figures it out!
Now as I am ready to hit the hay, Morris Park or Notre Dame has a live concert going on. Yup...I have heard country, rock, Regae...but lots of drums...and fireworks! Good thing I have my windows open to get the cool air! I'll think of thunder.
And the world keeps spinning on it's greased axis.....
I think this is from Cannery Row! Great movie and book!
Had a wonderful time and an awful date night with Hilary tonight. Horrible movie...do not waste your time with Final Destination. Rent the first one if you must see gore! Hilary and I have been scary movie buddies since she was little...that was until we saw Blair Witch....now we just see gore!
Horrible bland dinner and sent it back. Food is normally very good there!
Hil tried to make my blog poppin, but was very frustrated with the "easy"
directions. This is what I have until she figures it out!
Now as I am ready to hit the hay, Morris Park or Notre Dame has a live concert going on. Yup...I have heard country, rock, Regae...but lots of drums...and fireworks! Good thing I have my windows open to get the cool air! I'll think of thunder.
And the world keeps spinning on it's greased axis.....
I think this is from Cannery Row! Great movie and book!
yard work...play...
Just finished 3 hours of working in the back yard. Mowing grass that was way too long, but unavoidable because of family obligations and tons of rain!
I enjoy mowing. I have developed a back yard that is not symmetrical and rectangular, but one with lots of curves and road blocks filled with flowers, bushes and bird feeders! It is a very unruly garden but so cozy. You can wander through it and no matter where you go, there is always a different view and perspective to look at! Hidden roses, behind a large moon flower, a sweet bench surrounded by flowering vines and fuzzy lamb's ear.
I must say that it is a joy to be in all year long sans mosquitoes! I have a deck, fire pit, and covered gazebo! The family room looks out on the garden and I enjoy all kinds of birds, when I remember to buy feed. It really is comforting!
I do my Bible reading/study there in the mornings on the covered picnic table.
I have coffee and breakfast most times. The girls love to spend quiet mornings here!
Lots of work in the spring and fall, but it is what I enjoy the most. My mind empties and I putter around. Sometimes I talk to God and sometimes He talks to me. I feel closest to Him here.
In the fall, I hear the Notre Dame Band practicing and I can hear the cheers during games!
If you ever need to rest and be alone...you are welcome here! The gate is open but watch your step if I haven't been out to pick up the doggie messes! And yes, they have a door for free movement in the yard! But after 10 minues, they won't bother you at all!!
This past summer I spent most of my mornings sitting on the deck with WFRN radio playing and picking through 27 pounds of wool for hay and bits of vegetable matter. The lanolin made my hand so soft! What fun!
After mowing, and weed whacking (I ran out of string so am waiting for papa to fill it again) I picked one zucchini and an onion for a casserole tonight.
I also picked all the blooming marigolds and threw them into a pot to boil....yes, that's where the name came from. I am mordanting white mohair and tomorrow I will dye it with the marigold bath! I love the yellow orange this turns and as I have romney wool the same color, I will mix the two for fuzzy, shiny yarn!
On a side note...As I was mowing I remembered living in the country in Alabama. When you saw people mowing their large lawns, the husband was always on the riding mower and the wife was always pushing the lawn mower...up hills, in weeds, anywhere the riding mower couldn't go. Not just one family either, I saw this from every home! And still do. Take notice next time you ride in the country or large neighborhoods at who is mowing with what. Just doesn't seem fair!
Have a peaceful weekend!
I enjoy mowing. I have developed a back yard that is not symmetrical and rectangular, but one with lots of curves and road blocks filled with flowers, bushes and bird feeders! It is a very unruly garden but so cozy. You can wander through it and no matter where you go, there is always a different view and perspective to look at! Hidden roses, behind a large moon flower, a sweet bench surrounded by flowering vines and fuzzy lamb's ear.
I must say that it is a joy to be in all year long sans mosquitoes! I have a deck, fire pit, and covered gazebo! The family room looks out on the garden and I enjoy all kinds of birds, when I remember to buy feed. It really is comforting!
I do my Bible reading/study there in the mornings on the covered picnic table.
I have coffee and breakfast most times. The girls love to spend quiet mornings here!
Lots of work in the spring and fall, but it is what I enjoy the most. My mind empties and I putter around. Sometimes I talk to God and sometimes He talks to me. I feel closest to Him here.
In the fall, I hear the Notre Dame Band practicing and I can hear the cheers during games!
If you ever need to rest and be alone...you are welcome here! The gate is open but watch your step if I haven't been out to pick up the doggie messes! And yes, they have a door for free movement in the yard! But after 10 minues, they won't bother you at all!!
This past summer I spent most of my mornings sitting on the deck with WFRN radio playing and picking through 27 pounds of wool for hay and bits of vegetable matter. The lanolin made my hand so soft! What fun!
After mowing, and weed whacking (I ran out of string so am waiting for papa to fill it again) I picked one zucchini and an onion for a casserole tonight.
I also picked all the blooming marigolds and threw them into a pot to boil....yes, that's where the name came from. I am mordanting white mohair and tomorrow I will dye it with the marigold bath! I love the yellow orange this turns and as I have romney wool the same color, I will mix the two for fuzzy, shiny yarn!
On a side note...As I was mowing I remembered living in the country in Alabama. When you saw people mowing their large lawns, the husband was always on the riding mower and the wife was always pushing the lawn mower...up hills, in weeds, anywhere the riding mower couldn't go. Not just one family either, I saw this from every home! And still do. Take notice next time you ride in the country or large neighborhoods at who is mowing with what. Just doesn't seem fair!
Have a peaceful weekend!
Friday, August 28, 2009
fear of starting
I don't know why I am so afraid to begin this first blog entry.
Maybe there are too many things in my head and I don't know which to start with. I may as well jump in!
I am a Christ follower who TRIES to love on people as Jesus would, and am a very imperfect person who is stumbling and recovering every day!
I wanted to write a blog for the purpose of sharing the crazy life I live.
From acquiring, washing, dyeing and spinning 26 pounds of Romney sheep wool, to stories of raising two girls in rural Alabama and all the lessons learned there.
I have found that I don't really see things the way many people see them.
I am in the process of spinning some alum/cream of tartar mordanted (so the natural dye will stick to the wool) Romney fleece dyed with mulberries picked from a friend's yard, mixed with white mohair! A pretty pale grape color and very soft. The color has almost disappeared from my fingertips!
I am teaching my mom and her sister how to knit toe up socks. What a hoot!
One of my favorite memories is when the girls were very small in Alabama.
My husband's son was visiting from Texas. We were driving to Wednesday evening church when the car ran out of gas. My husband began walking back to the house, as we were in the middle of nowhere on a country road.
I took the guitar from the trunk and began to teach my stepson a few chords.
Folks were driving by, stopping to ask if we needed help, and we waved them on with a smile!
About 30 minutes later my husband came riding up the road toward us on a child's bicycle he borrowed from a neighbor, who lived a mile or so from us.
He had two gas cans dangling from each handlebar! He filled the tank, and off we went, singing I'll Fly Away, the song I was teaching the kids!
Have a peaceful day!
Maybe there are too many things in my head and I don't know which to start with. I may as well jump in!
I am a Christ follower who TRIES to love on people as Jesus would, and am a very imperfect person who is stumbling and recovering every day!
I wanted to write a blog for the purpose of sharing the crazy life I live.
From acquiring, washing, dyeing and spinning 26 pounds of Romney sheep wool, to stories of raising two girls in rural Alabama and all the lessons learned there.
I have found that I don't really see things the way many people see them.
I am in the process of spinning some alum/cream of tartar mordanted (so the natural dye will stick to the wool) Romney fleece dyed with mulberries picked from a friend's yard, mixed with white mohair! A pretty pale grape color and very soft. The color has almost disappeared from my fingertips!
I am teaching my mom and her sister how to knit toe up socks. What a hoot!
One of my favorite memories is when the girls were very small in Alabama.
My husband's son was visiting from Texas. We were driving to Wednesday evening church when the car ran out of gas. My husband began walking back to the house, as we were in the middle of nowhere on a country road.
I took the guitar from the trunk and began to teach my stepson a few chords.
Folks were driving by, stopping to ask if we needed help, and we waved them on with a smile!
About 30 minutes later my husband came riding up the road toward us on a child's bicycle he borrowed from a neighbor, who lived a mile or so from us.
He had two gas cans dangling from each handlebar! He filled the tank, and off we went, singing I'll Fly Away, the song I was teaching the kids!
Have a peaceful day!
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