Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas to all

We will soon leave for Christmas Eve services. After Santa comes in the moring, we are going to my inlaws. Saturday is the Bishop Brunch here (over 30) and Sunday is the Ferguson party. You know, the 12 Days of Christmas begins on Christmas.

And here is a thought for this Christmas season.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009


My decades coincide with the calendar decades, minus two weeks. Happy Birthday to me as I turn 60 today. Reflecting on the decades, I came up with one word for each. These words are not all-encompassing but capture the general focus of how my life evolved.
20s was my decade for education
30s was my decade for career
40s was my decade for family
50s was my decade for community
What will this next decade bring?

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

"We can't see the forest for the T- Mobiles"

I don't think this is a problem for garden bloggers, but is it a problem for others? A friend's son recently graduated with a degree in recreational forestry (or something like that!) and his first job is at Pokagon State Park. He doesn't like the wifi in the campgrounds, because it distracts visitors from enjoying nature, but the visitors are demanding it.

I particularly like this part of the article:

Landscape designers talk about bestowing on a garden its genius loci, or spirit of the place, that bubbles up into your consciousness if its presence is strong enough and the visitor meditative enough to receive it.

Harrison says a garden truly reveals itself only when its own depths and those of the beholder flow together. But that takes time. "For the gardens to become fully visible in space, they require a temporal horizon that the age makes less and less room for."

Friday, December 04, 2009

This is my man

It is 27 degrees outside now. He teaches 4th grade and, unless the weather is extreme, they have outside recess. Yesterday he had recess duty and asked a girl (not in his class) if she had a coat. "My Daddy said he would buy me one when he has the money." I mentioned getting a free coat for her at our church's clothing bank. He just gave me a look that said, "This little girl will have a new coat." My husband bought a bright pink coat last night and will leave it on her hook this morning.

This is my husband. A good man, quietly making the world a better place, wanting no recognition. Truth be told, even this post is too much recognition.