Little voice belonging to Morning Star:
Me: What is it Dear?
Morning Star: Come outside.
Morning Star: I want to show you something.
Me: But Mommy's cooking dinner right now.
Morning Star: But I want to show you something in the garden.
Me: What's in the garden that mommy needs to see RIGHT NOW?
Morning Star: Mommy you need to see it.
Me: What is it?
Morning Star: There is a dolphin in your garden, Momm
I pulled the first Radishes this morning.
I immediately made a sandwich from the largest one.
It was mild and tender.
I learned to like radish sandwiches when I was very young from my Dad.
Happy Fathers Day, Dad!
Thinly sliced radishes
We finished installing the raised beds and we had a load of topsoil/compost delivered. This was the most costly part of building the raised bed garden. I debated a long time before making this decision. Topsoil is non existent here, but it seemed ridiculous to pay for it. For a gal from a state where great soil is a given, this seemed so extravagant. I calculated the amount of trips it would take to fill all the beds, and the time involved. (Not to mention the hassle of dragging along the tots)
Today after church, we headed for the mountains. A quick stop at Subway made an instant picnic with no prep work for Mom. It was a lovely day, clear and sunny and temps that were just right. We had our lunch at a picnic area, then drove to the trail head that leads to a lake.
DFD#2 rode on DH shoulders for awhile, Morning Star carried the backpack.
After hiking nearly a mile, we arrived at the lake.
Nearby we spied a patch of snow. Here is DH and our "current
Thursday evening we dined at Grandma Mary's house. This was quite a treat, since it had been many years since I put my feet under her table for a meal. In our family, Grandma's dinners are legendary. When my biological Grandmother died, I was very young and have only a few faint memories of her. Grandpap remarried, and Grandma Mary has been a wonderful blessing to our whole family. There is no evil step-mother in our family.
The table is set with the Nortake china, (Fairmont pattern) and Fost
We are Not from tornado country, a fact that we are particularly grateful for. Today we are traveling east to Maryland and have been about 20 or 30 min ahead of the weather. This would vary as little voices from the back seat would annouce, I NEED TO PEE!!! A pit stop would happen in short order, after which we would again have a storm on our heels.
We stopped in Springfield Mo for dinner and then decided to keep driving awhile before getting a room. We made a stop for gas, all the while lis
Here are 2 of our newly constucted raised beds. The husband of my dear friend put them together for me. He also made a stool that you see upside-down on the far corner. We need another trip to Home Depot for a few more boards to complete the job. BTW the date is so wrong on these pics. All were taken 3/09.
Another friend who has use of a tractor leveled a spot, and graded our driveway while he was here
DH supervised the hole diggers
Our foster son and our nephew, both
This journey my DH and I are on has had it's ups and downs. Today is a joyful day on the journey, so I thought I'd tell you how we have come this far.
We love children, and we wanted a houseful, but biological children has not been God's plan for us. Four years ago this month, I was pregnant and the joy was overwhelming. For so long we had dreamed of having children and I was approaching 40, we felt we were racing time. But then the disappointment came when we found out that it was an ectop
The structure in the picture is called a Hogan (pronounced ho-gone). This is the traditional dwelling for the Navajo people. A hogan can be constucted of logs, adobe block , modern lumber or stone as this one is. The roof on this old hogan was made of logs and filled in with mud. I can imaging it created quite a mess during the monsoon season. My husband's family lived in this one, probably before my husband was born. By the time he came along, they were living in a 4 room house. He's the younge
One of my goals for this blog is to let you have a peek at reservation life. My first visit here was in 1991. I came away a little shell shocked. I had heard stories and seen slides of third world countries all my life, but I was not prepared to see this on American soil. My heart went out to these wonderful people and after several visits, I moved here in 1994. At the time, I had only planned to be here for a year to teach Kindergarten. God had other plans. I met my husband. We married in 1997,
In Memory of my brother Gary
June 10, 1973 -February 8, 2001
If You Could See Me Now
Our prayers have all been answered. I finally arrived.
The healing that had been delayed has now been realized.
No one's in a hurry. There's no schedule to keep.
We're all enjoying Jesus, just sitting at His feet.
Cho: If you could see me now, I'm walking streets of gold.
If you could see me now, I'm standing strong and whole.
If you could se
Today was one of those days when best laid plans are blown away. Every effort I make to plan a sewing day is an exersize in futility.
When I called back the hall this morning to wake the boys for school, I was unprepared for what happened next. They came out and began to tell me how awful they felt. DFS1, age 14, fell last evening and ran a splinter into his knee. He didn't get all of it out, and it had festered a bit and kept him awake all night. DFS2 was a bit warm and complaining of a tum
The first day on the new board. This is so exciting. My day has been busy, so I've not had the time to figure this all out like I want too. I've messed around enough to come to the conclusion that this is like walking into a new house and discovering a floor plan that is full of surprises. Hidden passageways, secret rooms waiting to be discovered. This should turn out to be a delightful adventure.