Bronze Queen amidst the peasants

My irises are arising out of clouds of pernicious weeds.

I keep promising myself that I will get to arrive into a weedfree front garden soon. Yet I only may arrive after I assist my ever hard working hubby get the rear of the house straightened out. So far I have two beds in back and the veggies settled into the raised bed for the summer. Still not to the front--and it stands to shame me everytime I park the car in the drive from some errand...

The gravel beds are overrun with vines from hell. and over balances with mountain bachelor button plants. I cringe when I hear the word native plant and naturalizer perrenials.

I cannot help but wonder where the time goes during the week. Well, not really...It is spent taking care of all those "details" that I was rudely reminded that I do not handle well in the professional world..All those wonderful little strings that make up the fabric of the family life...All detail, mundane and necessary, left to itself can sink the week.

Every thing is important when other peoples lives are being dealt with--registration for sixth grade, bill payments of household workings, husbands jeans in the laundry to wear today to work, after school scout rides, state DSHS applications for elder care, banking, gas in the vehicle, dinner at five not six, to reach the rehearsal on time.

Oh, yah, check the computer for damage after the earth quake...And don't forget that the man comes home hungry at midnight...

It all seems to grow up around my ankles like the sticky weed vines that clog the rake in the gravel path way-out front.

But there is the moments with the girls and the babes! they arise out of the messes to bless me, calm my heart and help me to see that the Peace rises above the other details to shine just when I am most needful...

Little Gaurdian Garden Angel

KC wants to add a post :


It is kind of hard to start another week.

That is, until I look out my window and see this little angel praying for me. It reminds me how God loves me so much that He would send angels to protect me.

Sompin About Dirt

I spent most of the day grubbing in the back yard. I had dirt in my hair, on my clothes and under my fingernails. Even with gloves, dirt finds its way there. It made me settle down inside my bad self. There was still dishes and laundry and unmade beds inside, but turning the garden for the new tomato sets, the baby bean plants and jack o lanter pumpkins was what I needed.

None of us really felt well. Colds, bad tempers, and stress of too much to do. The sun was warm however, and being outside was healing for all of us. It changes everything sometimes.

What started as a rugged day for the family turned out after all to be a very peaceful day. We even managed a trip to get ice cream cones from our fav place in Duvall.

Of course we hit beds like proverbial logs.

On Board at Jamestown

Labels, names and titles...

"What is in a name? A rose by any other name sells just a sweet..."

What do you do when your loved one is given a new label, descriptive but not of her own choosing? I have to choose to celebrate her differences and thank Jesus she was given to parents that celebrate her life! She has made my life full and rewarding. It is also true she is a well of joy! I am blessed that the pros have such a grasp on who she is and who she is able to propel herself to being.

It is all about equipping our children isn't it; it is our holy calling from the Father above, as parents. But what happens when we as parents have not ourselves become equipped to do the job...who helps us and holds our immature hands in this scary journey of identities of the middle school mini adult