Mummy and Daughters Time

It's Monday, and today I'm driving Emi's Zipper Ripper back to Burlington to spend a few days with the girls, while Kevin flies to Fort Wayne.I rolled out of bed very early this morning, because I had to beat the squirrels, goldfinches, chickadees and their ilk to the feeders. Last night I made the intelligent decision to start bringing in the feeders at night, so that the naughty raccoons don't steal them in the middle of the night and take them off down the hill, and, too, the vastly expensive sunflower seed hearts may last a little longer. So, wearing my trusty flannel nightie and cold weather boots, I hung the feeders. A few weeks ago, I found the feeder on the ground, just a little way from where it fell, and right under the twig from which it hung was a splash of crimson blood! Who's blood? His wife's?
We took Cooper to obedience training this evening: lesson # 1. He baptized the training ground with a gallon of excitement, which then had to mopped. One poor dog named Lucy, was expelled before she even started. Couldn't stop barking, and was put in the naughty corner. Cooper did all the required tricks,and I felt that Emi excelled in her very first obedience class. Cooper was totally exhausted, and very full of treats.
Soe came over to hang out with us, she brought the cheese.
Tomorrow we shall begin designing the garden...

Beetle Homes

Sixty-plus years ago, a young teenager of 13 made this profound statement: "How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world." Her name was Anne Frank. She didn't live to see her world improve, but because she exhibited wisdom beyond her lean years, we are still being inspired, today, to act out this thought.

When I was a little girl, I would improve the world by making exquisite little homes for the beetles and spiders that lived in our shurbbery beyond the roses, using twigs and moss and pebbles, even creating miniature ponds, so that a lovely afternoon swim could be enjoyed by the whole beetle family!

Later, decades later, I read a beautiful letter. It assured me that I was dearly loved. I was encouraged to clothe myself with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Try to be understanding of others, it read, and forgive...as my Lord has forgiven me. It went on: above all these, clothe myself in love, which alone binds them all together in perfect harmony! Here's how it said all this could be accomplished: let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts...let His words dwell in you richly. Then, when I am full of His love, His peace, and His words, I will be able to encourage and reach out to others in all wisdom, singing all sorts of marvelous songs to God, with a thankful heart.

Wouldn't this be a tremendous way to improve the world? This, surely, is the only possible way to improve the world: Let there be peace on earth, but let it begin in me.

As we enjoy this beautiful spring weather, celebrating life and our heavenly Father's unfailing love to us, let us remember His love letter in Colossians 3: 12-17, and let us begin, today, to improve our world.

Take time to make a few beetle-homes, too! It will certainly broaden YOUR horizions!

Learning how to blog

It's early in the morning
The birds are singing loud - (ly)
I'm typing my first bloggy poem
I should be smiling proud - (ly)

I have a friend to help me
She seems to know her onions
But now I'm stuck, oh golly gee
Whatever rhymes with onions

So...now I'll add a postscript to
The poem that I started
But now I'm stuck, I can't be rude
Can't POSSIBLY write ******!

This spring-time early morning
As is oft my morning habit
I looked and saw next door to us
A fat wild bunny rabbit

He didn't seem to care at all
About my awe and wonder
Contented he to sit and munch
Expanding his 'down-under'