Stone House Scribblings

   We have four days left to get a long list of errands and projects completed. Then we fly away to Thailand. From this side of our Thailand trip the list looks long and important.    Since Dru's will accompany us home and be here at The Stonehouse for a few days with us, some of… Continue reading Before Thailand

 It is cold and rainy outside. The canning canopy is abandoned and damp. The jars of venison hamburger sit sealed in the canner on the gas stove, left to bring in later. We hope to make applesauce one of these days, but I'm waiting until we get a golden, sunny day.    September is here. We… Continue reading Fall Scribblings

We are studying the Sermon on the Mount for Sunday School. It's been interesting to restudy and to hear again Jesus' approach to relating with God and people.Sometimes I want to stand on my chair and wave my arms around and shout to everyone, "This is not about works and legalities! This is Jesus speaking,… Continue reading Treasures In Heaven

     Last summer the sky fell in. I was the perfect embodiment of Chicken Little and the proverbial acorn that hit my head was so hard that I was convinced of it. Panic ensued and fear ruled. I did a lot of praying and running. There were no Henny Pennys or Turkey Lurkeys around, though,… Continue reading Chicken Little

    Morning Glory flowers remind me of Mom's trellis back home, long ago. The trellis guarding the doorway high and wide,  was covered deeply with vines that produced masses of blue on summer mornings. This is a sharp memory for me, clearly standing out on the busy backdrop of full flowerbeds, sweeping lawns, and well… Continue reading Morning Glory

If you scrolled down to see the bottom line quickly and gave up finding it because this is so long and now you are rolling your eyes. Go ahead and leave this page. Yes, it's long and a mess. It's for our record. You're welcome to stick around, too.First, here's one reason I like to… Continue reading Why I Like Blogging … And A Progress Report

 Home is the place the family lands at the end of the day. It's our safe place. It's where we rest and rejuvenate. Home is where the family belongs without question. We can always come back home or go back home. Home is where the family lives. We tell each other about our day at work. We… Continue reading Home Things

 How often do you hear someone express doubts or fears or tears? The need for comfort is real. And it is a need that should be met. Especially in others. But I've been noticing that it is far easier to know when I need comfort than to sense when someone else needs a little cosseting.Why? … Continue reading Comfort One Another With These Words

When I can, I like to go ride with him on his machine. The other day I started to see what is right in Elv's line of vision all day, every day.     Wouldn't this be boring? Piles of logs. Pile after pile after pile. Seven sorts right now. A flat tire today on this new… Continue reading The Two Worlds of A Logger and His Wife

 We ran off to Cheney Lake the other evening, looking for some "downtime" and rest. Cheney Lake is an hour away, hidden in the old barrens of Douglas county among jackpine and pin oak scrub and plantation pine. A few popple trees. It's a little blue bowl in the sand owned by the county. No… Continue reading Cheney Lake