While most gardeners are taking pictures of their new baby plants in close up range across their starter flats, I'm just dabbling with house plant cuttings. This particular bunch of cuttings was snipped from my friend Susan's massive plant hanging in a corner of her living room. I wanted these cuttings for two or three… Continue reading New Starts
And Then What…?
We are moving across the line of one twenty year epoch (if I may be that dramatic!) of our lives into the next. This is based on all of our children being on their own as of the year 2020. We had yet another shift in church life. And we moved out of the stone… Continue reading And Then What…?
Only Hinting
Jenny discovered this poem in Grandpa's collection of essays. So I've taken the liberty to copy and print it for us. Today was one of those days. You could almost start believing that it's here. It's so lovely outside. I know better. But that's not keeping me from enjoying this weather. Grampa Skrivseth knew better,… Continue reading Only Hinting
Happy Monday
Have you ever noticed how after a dark time, that has been ever so gradually lightening up, finally, that you don't have to make yourself think up happy lists for journaling to counter balance all the moaning written there. Today I started writing a happy list. No boot strap pulling. No making it up because… Continue reading Happy Monday
Distractions
I honestly believed that once settled in at the cabin with plenty of time on my hands that I would get started on my list of what I really wanted to do in life. What I failed to take into account were the boundless distractions of living in the woods. I used to think that… Continue reading Distractions
Happy Inspiration
It's a cold Monday in February. With the day stretching out before me, I made the adult decision to be inspired. My beloved button fern has finally, during this second winter of its life, outgrown the white watering can pot. Plants grow well in this cabin with its many windows, so it's time to move… Continue reading Happy Inspiration
Bog Buster
If I wrote the story of my life, what would sell the book? Gloria Gaither I am learning, much too slowly, that real life is in the messed up to-do lists, the interruptions, and the hard parts. My reactions or responses to these things decide the glory or grief in my own heart about them.… Continue reading Bog Buster
Mid-Winter Morning
I woke this morning at three, checked the outdoor temps on my phone, saw it was “twenty below” outside and leaped out of bed to fix fires in the stoves. The fire in the heating stove was still alive from my banking it last night. More wood there and done. Nevertheless, the house was cold.… Continue reading Mid-Winter Morning
Ordinary Days
I worked for hours last week on a post for “scribblings”. Writing thoughts and feelings about the new year in reflection to last year. All old hat, all that has been said and done. More chaff. Who cares? So that piece is not going to get any more of my time and attention for now.… Continue reading Ordinary Days
On A Cold Morning
It was -27* this morning. Elv had both stoves stoked and pumping heat by tending them often during the night. He slept in his recliner while I stayed snuggled deep under a thick layer of blankets in bed. The temperature started dropping yesterday afternoon as we were getting home from a funeral. There was a… Continue reading On A Cold Morning