Stone House Scribblings

Dear Mom, In answer to your question on the phone, I write from the couch of the Innsbruck place by the open window. There is the movement of cool, fall air coming in, which I love. Summer can give over now, though it was so short. I love the golden rod and fall asters blooming.… Continue reading Life In The Woods

The title could make our weekend of singing practice and concerts sound as though it was a negative experience for us. The opposite is true: it was full and enriching. Unfortunately, on Monday morning I am hearing words and chords ringing in my ears. My mind is still swirling with the amazing accumulation of the… Continue reading Festival Weekend Debriefing

We had supper on the patio this evening. It's been hot, even sultry, all day. And though Elv isn't at home, I was inspired this afternoon to make a nice supper for Brad and me. We had fried chicken and baked potatoes and fresh cucumbers. It made a pretty plate so I took a picture.… Continue reading Summer Supper

"We're always getting ready to live, but never living." was said by Winston Churchill and was the caption to my sister's Instagram post this past week. I hate to admit how true this is for me. And I would like to say that from now on I shall live. I aim to be present in… Continue reading The Life That I Now Live

We have had some good family discussions lately and in response to a negative statement someone was to have said about worship, Clark said “It is what we bring to our worship time that makes it what it is.”  I agree. Our own attitude and willingness to learn and listen makes all the difference. To… Continue reading Worship, Perennials, and a Sailboat

 An oasis is a place for rest and refreshment. There should be amenities to sooth tired feet and troubled minds. It is a place to pray away fears. A safe place to shed tears or laugh. We like to retreat from battle there. It is an appropriate place to regroup. To strategize. It can also… Continue reading This Summer’s Oasis

 Would they really be here?  We had picked them twenty years ago here in these sand lands of northern Wisconsin. So I kept searching in the almost-shade of low shrubbery, small trees, just off the trail, in a sweeping line into the trees and back to the trail. Eventually I found them them, blue at… Continue reading Blueberry Picking Day

The lake scene was typical for Grabers. Everybody's vehicle backed up to a semi central area, tail gates open and doors ajar. Coolers, towels, flip-flops, baskets, blankets, lawn chairs, and firewood from beach to cars. The men cooked. The girls sent the children off for water play and went looking for blueberries in the woods.Elv… Continue reading Juneberry Jam

It is the oddest feeling to be sole cook and bottle washer. Sometimes it is sad, but mostly just odd... something to get used to, like new shoes. Whatever gets done is only what I have done myself. I wonder, as I tend and arrange, what my own style or way of doing this, is… Continue reading Home Things