Monday, December 22, 2003


I received my Wayside Garden catalog with “Over 120 Brand New Items!” Then I browsed over to Althaea Officinalis: MallowDrama blog and found her excellent post about spring foraging. The winter solstice was only yesterday, but I’m itching to get into my garden. My little piece of land has all of the items she mentions, so I have one spring menu planned!
Did you search out your mother’s hiding place as a child and, with a racing heart, open the bags she had stowed for Christmas? I did once and it ruined Christmas day. I vowed never to do it again. This year Ron found my stash. I will feel sorry for him on Christmas morning.
This Christmas season I’ve been drawn to songs about Mary, mother of Jesus: Mary, Did You Know; Sing, Mary, Sing; and the classic, Ave Maria. As a Protestant, I’ve not thought much about Mary as a woman, actually a girl of 13 or 14. I've never wondered at her obedience to some outrageous request. And how do you mother the King of Kings? But, like Mary, I am pondering these things in my heart.

Do you have a Mary song to suggest?

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

Here's my monthly post (that's a lame joke.) And I still don't have much to say. I have been bleak of spirit lately. No real reason, except maybe less hours of sunlight.

High School
That's been the hot topic lately as the boys have to select next year's freshman classes by this Friday. "You don't understand, I'm a teenager and I can do what I want." But parents, school counselors and teachers have prevailed. It's a bittersweet problem. We have exposed them to many things, hoping they would be curious and interested in many things. It's the secret to a rich life. So the problem now is that they want to take electives and not core subjects: Spanish, applied techology (drafting and design), computer applications, theater arts, choir, speech.

Christmas Project
The boys went with their middle school youth group to deliver and decorate a Christmas tree for a mother and child who recently left a women's shelter. Rick came home pumped up. "It reminded me of the song Christmas Shoes." I'm not familiar with the song, but I bet it is a tear-jerker.