DON'T DRINK THE WATER

I've been in a cleaning/rearranging/organizing frenzy

For ten years this wee closet right inside the door we use most has been a catchall! 

You know the kind...open at your own risk! 

Ugly!  Handy!  But REALLY ugly!!

Amazing what a coat or white paint, shelves, tap lights and fun containers can do to lift a woman's spirit--and turn UGLY into USEFUL.

Pockets on inside of the door add space for mixes and fun little surprises!  

HOWEVER--I must add this disclaimer:

In times past, this sort of activity was the first sign of a new pregnancy.

I'm 80

You might not want to drink our water!!  

A Way of Seeing

It stormed last night.

A real, literal storm with thunder, lightning, wind, rain…the works!

But the sun still came up and promises to shine again. As I walked into my office this stained-glass hanging was a great visual reminder that no matter the storms that surround me, the ever-changing unrest, hate and chaos that seems to rule the news of the day 

I have ONE who never changes.

ONE who is still on the throne

ONE who is not at all surprised by what is happening around me.

I CAN and WILL withstand the storms because of the promise each new morning brings.

Different Outlook

For the past ten years, this window has been graced with a blind and a valance.

The blind was NEVER pulled, and the valance was there to cover the blind when it was in the upright position.

The scene outside my kitchen window changes only with the seasons, give or take a few head of cattle. 


But what a difference it made to remove blind and the few inches of fabric that covered it.  

Think there might be a lesson in this? 

Get Ye Straw Where Ye Can Find It

Before you yell at me--I am FULLY aware that the title of this blog is taken completely out of context. But somehow it fit so perfectly.

Can you see her? Mrs. Wren? Last evening I watched this busy little bird build a nest in the firehose wound around the spool of an old hose cart. 

Back and forth she went, one small piece of grass/straw at a time having only her beak to maneuver the stems between the spokes and into her hiding place. She'd drop it, and go after it, time and time again until she finally accomplished the task.

Oh, if only I were so faithful to keep on keeping on. 

SHELTERED IN PLACE

He leads me beside still waters! 

In the midst of all the pandemic hubbub, my Father is faithful to remind me…

HE IS STILL IN CHARGE!! 

MAMA HAS BEEN BUSY!

FOUR! 

AND

FEATHERS!!

Do you think it's too early to plan a shower?

NEWBIE?

Well, we're not sure what is happening with our mama goose. 

She has one egg which is left all by itself for most of the day. 

Mama returns toward evening and seems to mess with the egg and then settles onto the nest for a few minutes then is gone again.

Last night she spent a lot of time pulling the dead petunias from the other pot, but we didn't observe her nesting in it. 

Maybe she's new at this motherhood thing. 

Ordinarily we chase the geese off our dock and out of the yard. They are such messy creatures. But we don't disturb this little family until we know for sure they've abandoned the nest. 

For now, we'll allow them to shelter-in-place.