World Ending?

I've felt as if the world was ending before. A handful of times. Divorce and death made me feel as if the world was ending and, of course, it was true — the world as I knew it was ending. Sometimes watching the news will give me that sense. Just this week, listening to our president tell Israel that she must return to 1967 borders made me a titch touchy, a pat prickly, uneasy (Genesis 12: 2–3). Today, the world may end. Not too likely, but it may. I'm certainly not counting on it today, but I am counting on it someday. The best article I've read on the topic is by Jim Daly at Focus on the Family. (For some very odd reason, I am unable to link to that article.) Could Saturday be the day? Jim's Response: A stopped clock is right twice a day.

What amazes me is that people who make such grand pronouncements have not read the Word of God, which clearly states to "knock it off" in this regard. And does the media ever talk to a person of the cloth with some understanding of scripture? That would be a no. Such a circus...

So, if we stay, great, if we go, great. In the meantime, I'm making spaghetti and meatballs for supper about six.

Oh, the peonies are a gift from a special gal whose sister went home to Glory last week after ninety wonderful years on this earth. They are beautiful and help to chase gray skies away and they smell a bit like heaven, too.

Have a fantastic day... 

Edited to Add: When John was downtown buying some bread and milk, he ran into the owner of the local pizzeria who said that one could hear a pin drop in the restaurant at 6 p.m. Why do I find that comforting somehow?

Some Changes Coming

It's been *a long time coming.*  (Clicking on that link will take you nearly back to the beginning of time in this blog's years.) Reading it again found me smiling to think that John is still along on this journey. And so many of you are, too. How kind you were, how encouraging. I ♥ you!

Know how you look forward to a day and wonder if it'll arrive or what it'll be like? Well it was just an ordinary day, an ordinary rainy day, though there was just a little something special in it after all.

the truck arrives

delivery ensues

into the hatch

We've just learned that it's going to be a rainy summer. Not such good news for all the work that will be going on. Have you figured it out yet?

New siding! At last! Oh joy unspeakable! There're the colors...a silver moss, a sand, and the existing roof, which I hasten to add is already a new roof and not going to be replaced. (It's four years old.) The photo of it was included so that you could see colors...the roof has flecks of green in it. I am thinking about door colors. It'll be the only real pop of color. Perhaps I'll go neutral to match the rest of the house. What think you?

I'll be so happy not to worry about showing you the ugly. I won't have to take pictures disguising typar anymore. ☺

Mother's Day Clematis with Typar Background



Sure I'll keep you updated. Of course! Gotta have something to blog about.

Have a great day...

A Cowbird Story

Cowbird. I'm a cowbird. I'm also a right regular thorn in Vee's side. Yeah, well, we all got our troubles.

For the love of my little woman, I spend my days strutting up and down this here runway.

Sometimes the little woman struts the runway with me, though she's more likely to be off shopping or something. *She's certainly not wasting any time sitting on eggs.

I am ever on hyper alert for "the other man."

There he is now!

What in the world does she see in him?

What does he have that I don't have?

*Cowbirds are considered pesky birds and will usually run off other, more pleasant birds from a yard. The female lays her eggs in a host nest and allows that bird to raise her young. Talk about ugly duckling revisited. source 

I'm about done with the fun of watching this guy beat up on himself and my mirror. I've got a little gun that runs on pellets and blasts of air...

Cozy Down

The rainy cold weather has kidnapped me and taken me back to the beginning of March. It's all about cozying down around here. Books are read, recipe books are read, baking is considered ;>, general tidying is done, and there's a whole lot of puttering going on. Not only that, we flea marketed for the first time in several weeks.

My finds:

a book and shovel

A book and shovel. (I am making no editorial comments with this picture.) I found the book; John found the shovel. He reminded me that back in his day, toy shovels were made out of steel not plastic and stood the test of time. With two little grandsons, boyhood is receiving a nod around here.

A cookbook was also purchased—The Modern Country Cook by Leslie Land. It joins more current cookbooks in a place of honor. (Anything displayed with The White House Cookbook is held in high regard.) The first paragraph of the Introduction reads this way:

The kitchen is cozy and bright, washed in the pure light of coastal New England October, warmed by the big black iron stove. As usual, the place is more or less decorated with food. There's a bowl of apples on the table —tart Northern Spies from the farmstand down the road. Ripening tomatoes laid out side by side make an abstract sculpture on the countertop; and on the windowsill there's a bouquet of feathery dill branches, dark parsley, late asters and chrysanthemums in pink, purple, and white.

    

In the pantry...

If you want to know what's in the pantry, you'd enjoy this book. I always appreciate a good essay and Leslie writes exceptional ones. Her chapter entitled "The Dairy Defended" is fascinating and explains a lot. Did you know that there is no way to use modern dairy products in a home kitchen and have the result be the same as if you purchased dairy straight from the farm? (I imagine that Judy knows something about this. She and Elmer run a dairy farm in British Columbia and she and a few friends have written a cookbook themselves, a nice blue one.) I have permission from Leslie to share a recipe from another cookbook she wrote. Now that I actually have maple syrup in my pantry, I should do that tomorrow. Leslie can always be found in my sidebar. She is an extraordinary gal with lots of recipes, tips, gardening ideas, and more.

Have yourself a cozy day...

Dud~Ugh

Here's this week's dud. He's bacckkkkk. Or Son of _____ is back. He mowed my flowers in the front garden down. See?

What the little dude doesn't yet know is that this year I have a gun. Sure it runs on pellets and blasts of air, but if I ever catch him, he's so going to get it.

Bonkers for Bokeh~Mosaic Monday

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For flowers and sunshine, I'll have to look at pictures this week as it'll be rainy and cold throughout. These will do nicely and I'm sure that I'll find many delights when visiting your blog on Mary's Mosaic Monday tour.

Pictured are azaleas, bleeding hearts, tall phlox (with a grandson), fuschia, and some unknown flower in the top left corner.

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Playing with mosaics is so much fun., I had to add another. Now if I just play with the photography a little...

Enjoy the tour!

Sweeter than Honey~Psalm 19

The fear of the LORD is pure, enduring forever. The decrees of the LORD are firm, and all of them are righteous. They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the honeycomb. ~Psalm 19: 9–10

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