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Hubby and i pretty much always have a tendency to dream way bigger than what we can accomplish practically . . . at least any time soon.  This year, we tried another approach.  Let's do more than we did last year.   Accomplishable.  Awesome. Last year's little tiny garden was wonderful.  We ate a lot off wonderful fresh food from it.  But this year . . . this year we got to borrow someone's tiller. Even awesomer . Here are the first three rows that hubby has planted.  Pictures (at least when i take them) are so much less impressive than the real thing, but here it is. Tomatoes and peppers and some herbs, so far.   Already, our garden is double what it was last year, but we still have lots of room to grow.  I think hubby calculated that if we plant (we, meaning my hoe-slinging super gardener) all we tilled, it will be about 5 times what we did last year.   Go hubby!!!! Sorry for the tease yesterday (ok, not that sorry; it was fu...

I have a couple of very important blog posts to share with you, but they both require that my camera return home from a field trip it has taken. That may or may not happen today. Stay tuned, ok? Then i will tell you about our new, and bigger garden -- and about possibly the funniest glasses . . . o.k., not ever, but in a long time.

I was reading just now. Proverbs 6:20-22 20  My son, observe the commandment of your father And do not forsake the teaching of your mother ; 21  Bind them continually on your heart ; Tie them around your neck. 22  When you walk about, they will guide you; When you sleep, they will watch over you; And when you awake, they will talk to you. And i thought about how my parents' guidance has been tied around my neck (in a good way) all my life, how i've known the protection of their prayers and the wisdom of their reproof from my youth.  How i sometimes hear my mother's words in my head, from years ago, and they instruct me and point me in the right direction.  How they taught me to follow God. How thankful i am for Godly parents. Thank You, Father, God. Thank you, Mom and Dad. I know that raising your children in a holy way in our generations, in our society, cannot be easy.   So i am in awe of not only my parents, but also my friends who are parent...

Have you ever seen the movie, Chariots of Fire? I think i was five when it was in the movie theater.  I remember this because my parents took me to a matinee.  It was a very exciting occasion for the little me.  It was my first movie ever.  I slept through Chariots of Fire and then i woke up to see Bambi, after which i swore, in tears, to never see another movie as long as i lived!  If going to the movies meant that some mean hunter was going to shoot Bambi's dad for no good reason, then movies just weren't living up to all the hype.  I wailed, my parents comforted me and assured me that i didn't have to watch any more horrible movies, and i remember my dad commenting on how Hollywood was giving hunters a bad rap. ~~~~~~~ Chariots of Fire, which i eventually did see, many moons later, depicts the true story of a man who was a very fast runner, in some year long before my birth.  He was the son of a family of missionaries, if remember correctly, an...

I saw something just now on Facebook that made me think you might enjoy it if i share this. The other day (meaning some other day than today, but probably sometime in the last few years ), my wonderful mother wrote a series of posts  that i have read over and over again.  They have become a wonderful tool for me to study the fruit of the Spirit and how they should be affecting my life.  Those posts start HERE .  You should go read them and make notes.  But if you don't have time for that right now . . . The other (different than the one mentioned above) day, i wrote down a succincter (would you believe me if i told you that's a real word?) list of the fruit of the Spirit explanations that i could post on my cubicle wall at work . . . as a reminder.  Since i posted them on my wall at work, and i'm not at work right now, i won't get this exactly right, but i'll get it close. The fruit of the Spirit is: Love - like Jesus Joy - is peace, dancing, P...

Sometime in the last year . . . i think it might have been my advent package in December . . . my mom sent me this cute little writing pad that is really pretty, and it has my name on it, and it's about 3 by 4 inches, and it magnets closed. I know that wasn't the best description. Up 'til now, i hadn't found a really good use for it.  But as it turns out, it fits perfectly in this little inside pocket in my purse.  I've started leaving it on my desk while i'm at work, and when i have a thought that i might blog about, i jot something down to help me remember later. I don't know if i'm ready to blog about any of those things right now, but i thought i'd share some of what i have written in my notebook right now. My idea book. blinding headlights my love of licorice tomorrow i'm bringing my nose picker tired evening bees chariots of fire and dirty socks These ideas may or may not become their own blog posts. But this is how the ...

I don't think i have time to post all that i want to say here, but maybe i'll share a snippet. Yesterday, my work-lunch hour with co-workers in our break-room, turned quickly into kind of a man-bashing session by a few women who, from all reports, did not have a lovely weekend with the men in their lives whose main flaw was having been "born male." Now, i quickly assessed the situation and concluded that the odds of my survival in that room, should i pipe up with reports of a wonderful husband, were not great.  The girl who "thinks she has a perfect marriage" just doesn't fair well in that situation, and there is no appreciation for her happy life.  So i kept my mouth shut and ate my soup. Beautifully, on the very same day, a co-worker (one who was not a part of the man-bashing ceremony in the break-room) came up to me and expressed to me (i'm not bragging, just reporting) with near-tears, how refreshing it had been for her to see my hubby and ...