No Takers...

for tennis and breakfast with the bunnies this morning. Everybody is sleeping late and enjoying the privileges of late nite movies and mess making. Last night it was church, but every night is some excuse for a party with this bunch.
We'd better get down to brass tacks and stop burning the midnight oil and go back to our school schedule or Schooldays will catch us with our "pants down".
Swabbing the decks and Hoisting the sails for scholastic endeavors is going to be a difficult change of course for this huge boat. But it must be done!
Mrs. Bunny is right, she never lets her little ones have slack when it comes to bed time and wake up. I should have followed her this summer. Oh, well...

When it rains...

it pours. Last night that was so for Ginger and Snap. Of course I impressed my children to water them and of course, God out did us as usual. The buckets of rains came down and they were watching the baby trees as though they were tiny seedlings. The children kept saying isn't there something we can do to make sure they won't fall down in all this rain. I told them, that I didn't think that was going to be a problem with this rain.
With all the trouble and care, they withstood; alot stronger than we gave them credit. We are more endeared to them on account of the trouble and concern for them in the rain. We have to look up what protections there are for winter storms???

Progress

Saturday night, the precious neighbors came and helped us commit Ginger and Snap into their terrestrial homes. Minus the pomp and circumstance of my imagination, the children wanted nothing to do with my relationship with these pear trees.
I will enjoy this relationship with my new trees and old one tree to myself. This means I do not have to share them with anyone. They can't get into naming them or visualizing them. I can. I pray that I can keep them alive into adulthood so that they can shade us and house birdnests and all the other wonderful things that adult trees do to entertain and delight us.
I have the pear trees. Where are my partridges?

"Don't plant butterflies!"

My butterflies are blooming famously. My daily visits from hither and yon butterflies are thrilling to me. I rarely see 2 of the same type. I had no idea that there were so many. They seem to come and visit me on their last leg or wing, so to speak. They are almost always missing some portion of a wing. It makes me sad that I didn't get to see them in their hayday. But they continue on flying with partial wings to the end of the season. I just love it!

Ginger and Snap

decided that they want nothing to do with eachother. They must've spent too much time as seedlings together and Ginger wants to be in the front of the house and Snap wants to be in the back. Saturday morning we will give them their wish and plant them in the ground in the ceremony of "pear-prosals"!
I will have to think of some monumentous or non-monumentous celebratory festivity to mark the day...

A Partridge in 2 Pear Trees!

I am now the proud owner of 2 very young and delicate pear trees. My precious neighbors graciously gave them to us and I am very grateful.
At the present, I am surveying the best and most beautiful place to place them. Uncle Julius has his in his backyard and yearly we are blessed to taste the vintage from them. I am dreaming of eating the produce of my own vintage pears, but first, I must dig. Pears, may bring partridges and other avian creatures, but first, I must dig. I look forward to the perfect placement. Do they want to be near eachother, or do they never want to see eachother again? That is the part of the story that I must make up.
I name them Ginger and Snap!

The Boundaries of the Heart!

Around my heart there is a wall, Inside are the workings of a very useful organ, outside are other organs and protections of the body to this essential organ.
In Psalm 119, as we study we see how the Psalmist speaks of God's infinite heart in His commandments. He also says that, while my heart cannot be infinite like the commands of God; when I am drawing the lines of distinction as to what is in and what is outside of the affections which I embrace with my heart, God's word will help me draw the lines.
Loving the people that He gives me the responsibility to love, with all of the help that He gives me to do that. Embracing the responsibility to be to them, what they need me to be. Love of my children means, living and putting on that hopeful demeanor. Love of my children means, learning to say the truth about where we are with the knowledge that I am not their provider, as God is, but a provision for them, one of the many that He has given to them.
I strive to teach them dependence upon God in the dark circumstances as well as in the light.
I want to know that they can live past the limitations that I have, from the seasons of my past. I want to know that their faith is stronger because they see that God is so much bigger than I am.
I want them to love God inspite of the inconsistencies they see in me. I want to give them hope in expression and learn to mature myself so that I am not swayed by the circumstances in my emotions, but even when I am:which I find myself all too often. I want to know that their faith is not dependent on mine. It seems to be that way for most of them.

I admire the control of expression, in masculinity of a Tony Snow, who looked foes in the face and could keep a straight face. Smile in adversity, truth or a lie, we will never know. People need people that they can be real with. Cry with. sob with, pray with and yearn with. I saw a little boy, in Tony's eyes, with a huge temper tantrum before God saying, I don't want to be going through this. I don't want everybody looking down my throat as I grieve my own life. I don't want to say, I am dying to my children and wife. I don't want to see everything that I have lived for snatched from me so soon. I don't know what is next, Heaven, I hope for him, but leaving my children and the expectation of the grands is very hard. He said that in his eyes. Life! Love! Gone! Game, set and match, Tony...

Crater's Freighters

Midsummer's night, after the toils of the day are done. Envelopes are opened. The season is 1/2 way over. Get the things accomplished that you must and give the results into the providential care of one higher.
Lamedh day!
The Commandments of God are ETERNAL!
Lamedh, meant begin a music session with them; challenge the fledgelings to work together on a project of general interest, ie. song, duet together. Picture in the sketchpad, a story on paper. Much ado about much ado.

The Spike!

Stuck in a Kaph?

Today, when we went to the park, I had my cap on, to hold my hair back. I hate caps and especially, when I am serving caps get in the way. I couldn't see the ball on my forehand, backhand, or lob. It served only one purpose, to keep my hair down.
It made me think about the special and sweet tradition that now seems all but gone in our culture was of men tipping their hats. I am too young to remember the days of such a practice being pervasive. I have only met a rare gentleman, or two that still practice that greeting every where. ( Either that, or gentleman don't think I am ladylike enough to tip their hats at me or I am too bothered about life thoughts that I miss the greeting altogether).
Whichever it is, I think it a beautiful lost art of greeting and taking one's hat away from one's eyes, if one happens to be a man, to see a sight, which is what that greeting seems to be saying. I think women should start tipping their hats at men, these days.
My Moabitish study of the Christianization of the pagan cultures melded together through time, often takes me into the thought of little habits of now or yesterday and wonderment where such a greeting or culturally accepted occurrence came from. Today my cap and the fact that it was Kaph day at camp and the fact that we are 2 weeks to nine on my Ethan time clock.

Heth, Teth, 14 days to TAU?

There, at times will be a wall.. A seemingly, unsurpassable vision of your human limitations, which rise up like a big brick wall. Camp Coocoomonga celebrated Heth day with home celebrations at midnight, donuts and strawberries, a delight we rarely can afford.
vs 65"I will rise at midnight to give You thanks, O God!" we didn't make it to midnight, I fell out at about 11:30 but we tried and we did rejoice, for the most part. God is good!
...Picnic plans for the 4th