The children are all growing hither and thither...

They are not to be cornered or held down to a growing schedule. The plants in my vineyard home are all around my head. They will soon be spouting shoots in other directions, but for now they are around me. I like it sometimes when its not choking me. They are all affectionate and precious. Goals to be set and aimed at, life to be lived and directions to be scored and set out upon. God is the guide and the motivation of our lives and if it takes us generations and years in this generation to score a goal, we will perservere. That is God's will. To enjoy His presence forever. Some of His presence is when we are all together. Learning to do something with all of that spiritual firepower is challenging. Doctrinal prowess is not always appreciated in this world's eye.
The plants in the garden must be planted and controled and that is the order of the day, inside and outside my home. God grant that we may see and pursue Your will above all the other motivations.

The reservoir was a perfect mirror, this morning.

I drove past it and the beauty of the ponds and the scenery here was breathtaking as usual. I wasn't distracted by the attitude of the woman beside me or the woman inside me, from rejoicing in my spirit at God's creation. "Don't get into an accident admiring the view!" My Emily commanded. She can't see it. It is too convenient for her to realize that this is paradise. She is overwhelmed with her future today. We are very blessed. This is a beautiful place and God is good.
My fuschia caught the attention of the young sparrow couple and they came with a peace treaty and some news from around town about my children's goings ons. On and on they cheaped. They came one at a time to let me know that they intended the messages for me and not for eachother. Just a little news from the school. Ezra got off of the bus alright and something or other happened to make Ethan upset. I told them that I would get the rest from the boys when they get home. Those birds are so nosey. I love it. I used to hear the ladies say a little birdie told me. But the NY birds are all about survival and don't enter into the banter like these birds do. They talk about just about everything. So hospitable.
The fuschia is blooming beautifully and we have alot of work to do to get this house ready for use by the children, when they get home and to make the week run more smoothly.

I didn't know that my "wandering jude" didn't like being outside...

She lost half of her leaves in the elements outside. She was a source of many lessons when she came to us, as a special gift. She grew quickly in my kitchen making friends of all of the plants around her. She wanted to participate in a close relationship with peachy and red fern and the figs, all at the same time. Every day I had to take her entangling vines from around the other plants. It was not time for her to cling onto any of them. They were only inside until the weather got good enough to be planted in their "terrestrial homes", as we call them. In the protected environment of the kitchen, she gave relationships her all. That almost cost her some vines a couple of times, if I didn't catch her, she might have had to be cut away from red fern. She likes the strong silent type:). When we took her outside, the wind was too much for her. I must find a part of the yard that is semiprotected for her to grow up in and she will be a beautiful contribution to the fauna community of my yard.
Still no leaves on my figs:{