Mary Mary

Mary Mary quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

I'm so excited. Since we moved to town almost 5 years ago, I haven't grown one thing.

Well, last year I got one tomato. One.

This Easter I had my neighbor over for lunch. His mother had passed and he was alone.

A couple of days later he came to till my yard and help my garden spot.

I credit him for much of this.

I can't wait to get busy with the tomatoes. The sqaush put out lovely blooms but no good produce.

They don't like wet feet and I think I got them too wet. I'm just excited to have something growing.

Beautiful blooms made by my Father, He waters & warms them.

I have found great joy.

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The colors of summer. The temps have been over 100 for weeks.

Normally we see 108. The nights cool to 80 if we're lucky. 

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Part of me wants to go somewhere....I feel the itch to do something adventurous and fun. A year ago the boys and I should have been joining R. in Israel as missionaries. The door closed and here I sit. It's hard to just be......

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I marvel at the intricasies of nest building. When my daughter was doing a project in high school we found abandoned nests. Our collection was quite unique. No two are alike...just like us...carefully woven by our Maker. What appears to be junk on the outside is now part of the plan...it's used, not wasted.

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Isaiah 40:8
The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.”

Summer Nights

Our teen boys are out and about so after a long day we went walking with a young couple who is expecting their first child.
It's been a busy day with me helping out at church and my husband helping prepare for the Annual Father's Day Cookout for the men of the church and their children.
I grabbed my Reliv shake before heading out for the Trail de Paris and the 90 degree heat that would be our constant companion.
We were greated with hundreds of fireflies lighting the wooded area around the trail. As the evening skies grew darker you could see bats swooping for their next bite...of bugs...not us. LOL Great time but I am totally out of shape and now my body is letting me know what it thinks of me doing nothing for exercise. I really was waiting until we moved to Israel and I was going to walk and run daily along the shores of the Mediterranean Sea, honest.
As the hour of the night grew later we found ourselves gathered on our neighbors porch; the guys admiring R's new "vintage" robin egg blue electric guitar. I couldn't argue with the purchase. He paid $30. and it is by far the most beautiful of all the intruments he has brought home. (But the others have to go!)
We sit and visit as S. picks on his guitar. He plays a worship song and I sing harmony. I love moments like these. After a bit he plays a country song, Garth Brooks, Friends in Low Places. That one brings back memories of 1991 when we lived in Bolivar, MO.
on Austin street next to the old college dorms. This dorm housed boys and they would come in from afternoon classes and you could hear this song blaring from their radio. I remember going out to hang the laundry on the line and wondering just which room that loud music was coming from. I think it was the only tape they had...yes, in those days it was tapes.
A wonderful summer night with neighbors in our life on Margaret....