Thursday, December 21, 2006
Brother #4 went out one morning last week with my camera, and came back in with fifty plus pictures. Even after I deleted the ones that didn't turn out so well, I still had lots of his pictures, so I thought I'd share some... these are three he took of our new goats. Jenni (brown, on the left) and Meg are does due to kid in the spring. They are very sweet and friendly, and we've really enjoyed having them around!
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
I promise pictures later, but at the moment, a hot cup of tea is taking precedence, so I will leave you with a few quotes I've found lately.
"When we sip tea, we are on our way to serenity." - Alexandra Stoddart
"There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort." - Jane Austen
"Storms make oaks take deeper root." - George Herbert
"Where Christ is, cheerfulness will keep breaking in." - Dorothy Sayers
Thursday, November 23, 2006
This also shall please the LORD better than an ox or bull,
The humble shall see this and be glad;
For the LORD hears the poor,
Let heaven and earth praise Him,
For God will save Zion And build the cities of Judah,
Also, the descendants of His servants shall inherit it,
Monday, November 06, 2006
Failing that, and disgusted by my failure to pet her or feed her, she paused for a moment in thought...
... and apparently decided to begin training for a racing career.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Well, I took a walk today down to check a stock tank, and grabbed the camera as an afterthought on my way out the door. Here are some of the results...
...it was a misty, moisty morning (er, afternoon), and cloudy was the weather...
The flowers are brown, but still photo worthy, I think... can you see anything in that photo on the left besides plants? I didn't notice anything else while taking the picture, but when I looked at the big version I was surprised to see the winged visitor on the plant. Not all the flowers are giving up, though... some, encouraged by the recent rain, are still bravely blooming! I think that this one with the red berries is my favorite, though. Enjoy! :-)
Friday, October 06, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Does anyone have any good recipes (for bread, or anything sourdough!) to point me to, or advice on how to keep my starter alive? This is all pretty new and exciting for me... as I told my mom, this is like science in school, only much more interesting, and tasty too! :-)
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
-Pastor Douglas Wilson, here.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
~from Freedom to Breathe, by Aleksandre Solzhenitsyn
It isn't spring, so the apple trees aren't in blossom... but the rain is lovely anyway! We had some close thunder this morning, and clouds all day. :-)
Saturday, September 02, 2006
This bewildered me for a moment. Then I got it... she was standing stock still. Not toooooo far off... pot, stock pot, stock... something like that. ;-)
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Last weekend I went to Iowa for a birthday dance. That was fun, especially meeting Hannah and seeing Sarah again (links on sidebar). It was also nice to take a road trip, particularly with such good companions!. The fields and fields and fields and fields and fields of corn were a bit odd, though. Late at night, after Oreos, the conversation turned (okay, so maybe I brought it up) to the possibility of genetically modified corn attacking the car. I thought with the addition of, oh, moose genes, f'r instance, they would charge, but someone had to dash my theories by saying they probably had fish genes instead. Which is, of course, still bad, like all GMOs, but not as intimidating sounding- or as funny- when driving through the 21,000th corn field late at night.
I got a new dog. His name is Cato. He comes, sits, and generally tries to please. His paws are huge and he eats all the food he can get. Pictures are forthcoming.
Dad blogged about Custer and Crazyhorse. The Eddie Arnold CD he mentions in his post has been a lot of fun to listen to. Fortunately, Marcy doesn't appear bothered by listening to songs about red-eyed cows and ghost riders in the sky.
I'm painting our bathroom. The soundtrack includes Gillian Welch, Norah Jones, and The Call.
I've been on a Hank the Cowdog reading spree. Laughing until your sides hurt at the Head of Ranch Security is good for you.
"Twinings has been blending my family tea for years. Today, I am proud to continue this tradition with the tea celebrated throughout the world known as Twinings Earl Grey. Legend has it, that my ancestor, the second Earl Grey, was presented with this exquisite recipe by an envoy on his return from China.
(signed) The sixth Earl Grey"
(from the back of my tea bag wrapper.)
Here we have proof not only that Twinings makes great teas, but also that even Earls are not immune to excessive comma usage. To my mind, that should read "Legend has it that my ancestor, the second Earl Grey, was presented...."- however, either way, I am really enjoying the tea.
That's all, folks.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Monday, June 26, 2006
As exciting as the little peeps are, I still think that kittens are much cuter. Someone apparently dumped these two little ones on us. It wasn't easy catching them, but they're getting used to us. We named them Penny and Nickel.
But even two adorable kittens aren't the big news this week. The big news is that Sunday evening when we got home from church our cow had calved! A pretty little heifer that Dad named Bessie.
She is doing well and is a lot of fun to feed, play with and watch.
Friday, June 16, 2006
- C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory
- Douglas Wilson, Black & Tan: Essays and Excursions on Slavery, Culture War, and Scripture in America
Friday, June 09, 2006
Wednesday- helped friends butcher chickens. A good time was had by all.
Thursday- picked up my beehive. I am now a (slightly overwhelmed) beekeeper. The bees appear to have settled in well and be happy.
Friday- I'm in the middle of baking for the Farmer's Market tomorrow.
So zat is all for now.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Friday, May 26, 2006
The boys caught two ring neck snakes today. According to tradition, we named them with names beginning with W. Winchester made good his escape, but we released this pretty little one (who was about 6 inches long.) These are the only type of snakes that I enjoy holding. They tend to like to wind gently around and through your fingers, and don't seem to mind being held, either.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
I did not have the hiccups, neither did I drop my bouquet, even when picking up the hymn book and turning to the paperclipped page during the ceremony. I didn't cry during the ceremony, either, but I did tear up during one of the rehearsals. The bride and I have been friends for the last eight years, and very close for the last five, so this is quite a change.
For the first time ever, I sang "O Come, All Ye Faithful" during a wedding service. Also for the first time, there were hymn requests taken, and a blond joke from the father of the groom at the request of the bride. See, when the poor minister, doing his first double wedding in twenty some years, mislays the second set of vows you do what you can. My favorite part of the glitch was the bride and groom telling their engagement story. Neither one of them was fazed a bit by the delay, and they even enjoyed the unplanned aspects of their ceremony! The bridesmaids soldiered on through the suddenly longer ceremony in what seemed like 80 degree heat, although they ditched their shawls around the time the vows were discovered missing.
Anyway, it was a great wedding, we made it home safely, and it is good to be back.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
What makes a book a classic? Why are some old books classics and some not? Is it the merit of the story, the quality of the writing, the fame of the author? The reason I ask is that someone mentioned Wuthering Heights the other day, and I began to wonder why its considered a classic. Because when I read it several years ago, I recall that I didn't like the story at all and considered it depressing and boring in the extreme. I realize that my disliking it isn't a strong enough reason for it not to be a classic... but why are some books classics and how is that determined?
I will be in a wedding next Saturday. I already had someone volunteer to pray specifically that I will not have hiccups during the ceremony (thank you!) but if y'all could pray generally for our safety while traveling cross country and also for a smooth event next Saturday I'd appreciate it.
Since we'll be away from home for about a week, there is a good chance I'll be silent for that time.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
I'm making an empire waisted, tea length dress with short, slightly puffed sleeves.
The picture above makes the fabric look bluer, the picture to the right makes it look more purpleish. It depends on the light. It is a lovely fabric, but rather unforgiving (seams you remove will show, and steam will ruin it!), so I was a bit nervous, but so far I haven't committed any unfixable mistakes. :-)
Monday, May 08, 2006
Monday, May 01, 2006
- computer monitor, keyboard, speaker
- box of pens/pencils/markers
- glass jar with paintbrushes and colored pencils
- a glass
- place mat made from birthday cards from my 12th birthday
-The Hound of Heaven and Other Poems, Francis Thompson
- small glass jar
- paperweight with dogwood blossom in it
- golf ball center
- computer CD's
- cell phone headset
- wine bottle with a plant growing in it
- scotch tape
- sea shell, bobby pin, thumbtack
- queen cage
- alarm clock
- 3" x 5" card box
- picture frame with ship stamp
- pink fabric rose
- and the envelope I'm writing this on the back of...
If you would like to do this, you may consider yourself tagged.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Our campion Christ confoundit has his force;
The yettis of hell are broken with a crack,
The sign triumphal raisit is of the cross,
The devillis trymmillis with hiddous voce,
The saulis are borrowit and to the bliss can go,
Christ with his blood our ransonis dois indoce:
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro.
The first of five (stanzas?) parts to a poem by William Dunbar (c. 1460-c.1530). It is a lot harder to read a poem like this, with so many unfamiliar words and spellings, but (I think) worth the effort.
Here are definitions given in the book (A Sacrifice of Praise: An Anthology of Christian Poetry in English from Caedmon to the Mid-Twentieth Century, edited by James H. Trott) for some unfamiliar words:
our ransonis- ransom
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro- "The Lord has risen from the grave"
Thursday, April 20, 2006
The object pictured in the last post is a Queen Cage, and it is used when introducing a new queen into a hive of bees. It protects her and allows the hive to free her, while creating a delay so that they get used to her and accept her as their queen.
This particular queen cage (with two dead queen attendants inside) was a souvenier given to Eph1:6Beloved and me by the man who is selling us our bees. He gave it to us when we went to drop off our Kenya hives (mine built by my wonderful father, hers built by JFC). We will pick them up in a few weeks after the bees are all settled in and happy. While we were there, he invited us to visit his apiary, so we donned protective gear and went out with him. He showed us how he used his smoker (ours is pictured), and then after using it to calm the bees down, he showed us inside the hives.
After he opened up a hive, he showed us the queen, queen cells, drones, drone cells, worker cells, pollen, and capped honey. After he demonstrated how to take out frames, he had us reach in barehanded and pull out frames and hold them and look at them ourselves. The bees practically ignored us, buzzing back and forth and continuing their work on the frames. It was a very exciting and interesting experience, and I'm glad that we had the opportunity to interact with the bees with an experienced beekeeper on hand!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
And they said among themselves, "Who will roll away the stone from the door of the tomb for us?"
But when they looked up, they saw that the stone had been rolled away; for it was very large.
And entering the tomb, they saw a young man clothed in a long white robe sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed.
But he said to them, "Do not be alarmed. You seek Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He is risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid Him. But go, tell His disciples; and Peter; that He is going before you into Galilee; there you will see Him, as He said to you."
Thursday, April 13, 2006
It caught my eye because I had just come across the entire poem for the first time in A Sacrifice of Praise: An Anthology of Christian Poetry in England from Caedmon to the Mid-Twentieth Century, edited by James H. Trott. So then I read the section about her in Trial and Triumph: Stories from Church History by Richard M. Hannula and learned that she wrote this poem in her prison cell, after being declared a heretic and sentenced to death by burning. On July 16 1546, after having been tortured at the Tower of London (in a failed attempt to extract evidence from her against other ladies of the court) she was taken to be burned at the stake. She was offered a king's pardon if she would recant, but she refused.
"Anne Askew's bravery in the face of death still shines as a beautiful example of the faithfulness of God to uphold His children in the midst of great trial."
- Trial and Triumph: Stories from Church History
by Richard M. Hannula
Lines in Prison
Like as the armed knight,
Appointed to the field,
With this world will I fight,
And faith shall be my shield.
Faith is that weapon strong,
Which will not fail at need;
My foes therefore among
Therewith will I proceed.
As it is had in strength
And force of Christ his way,
It will prevail at length
Though all the devils say nay.
Faith in the Father’s old
Which maketh me so bold
To fear no world’s distress.
I now rejoice in heart,
And hope bids me do so,
For Christ will take my part
And ease me of my woe.
Thou say’st Lord, whoso knock
To them wilt thou attend;
Undo therefore the lock,
And thy strong power down send.
More enemies I have
Than hairs to crown my head,
Let them not me deprave,
But fight thou in my stead.
On thee my care I cast,
For all their cruel spite;
I set not by their haste,
For thou art my delight.
I am not she that list
My anchor to let fall
For every drizzling mist,
My ship’s substantial.
Not oft use I to write
In prose, nor yet in rime;
Yet will I show one sight
That I saw in my time.
I saw a royal throne
Where justice should have sit,
But in her stead was one
Of moody cruel wit.
Absorbed was righteousness
As by a raging flood;
Satan in fierce excess
Sucked up the guiltless blood.
Then thought I--Jesu, Lord!
When thou shalt judge us all,
Hard is it to record
On these men what will fall.
Yet Lord, I thee desire,
For what they do to me
Let them not taste the hire
Of their iniquity.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
It was a very nice bookstore, and a wonderful treat, especially after going to another bookstore a few days ago, which was a great example of wasted potential. Down brick steps to a basement, right on the small town square and under little shops, is a bookstore. Anticipation grows as you negotiate the stairs down, but when you open the door, you see nature posters thumbtacked onto the walls, three large shelves of romance novels, two of paperback mysteries, and one scrawny, knee high shelf of classics. A tragedy!
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
So if unauthorized distribution is prohibited, why did it zigzag all over the web and show up in my inbox?
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
And maybe curling up with a book and cup of tea, if I get the chance. What books are you reading?
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
"What we know for certain about Patrick can be briefly summarized: Patrick was born to a Roman official, a nominal Christian, somewhere in the west country of Britain, around the turn of the fifth century. Kidnapped from his well-to-do home by Irish raiders at the age of sixteen, he was taken to Ireland and made to serve as a shepherd for six years. During his period of enslavement he rediscovered his faith in God and, at the prompting of a dream or a vision he believed to have come from God, he escaped, ultimately returning to his home across the Irish Sea. Upon receiving there a vision of the people among whom he had slaved, calling him to come and walk among them once more, he returned to Ireland and prepared for the Gospel ministry..." - Introduction to Celtic Flame: The Burden of Patrick, by T.M. Moore
Christ be with me, Christ within me,
-part of The Lorica or Saint Patrick’s Breastplate
As my still groggy brain worked on processing these deep questions, much giggling could be heard from the other side of the door, as well as the illuminating question "Didn't you look at your calendar?"
Now, I ask you! Look at my calendar? I hadn't even had a cup of tea!
Now, I have to admit to you that I'm proud of them for all their persistence. After an interval, during which I consulted my calendar, I emerged again, having added to my attire not one but two green shirts, as well as some lime green socks (best to be on the safe side).
I am invincible now! And they are out of victims again, since Dad decreed that the animals are immune. People should come visit us and not wear green. You'd make many children happy.
Happy St. Patrick's Day, ya'll!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Thursday, March 09, 2006
I made bagels last night. One more 'first thing' that I've done this year! We had them for breakfast with delicious creamed honey from the beekeeping conference.
Dr. George Grant posts some quotes themed on wisdom and discernment.
A. Victoria kindly shares a cool new word with us- mulligrubs. If you haven't seen it, feel free to leave your guesses as to the meaning in my comments before heading over there. :-)
It is raining here. I love rain. I love rainy days. I love clouds. (Can you tell I grew up in Arizona?) Does anyone know of any poems celebrating rainy days?
Monday, March 06, 2006
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
That is the grasshopper's- he takes the lead
In summer luxury, - he has never done
With his delights, for when tired out with fun,
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one, in drowsiness half-lost,
The grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
Last night brother #4's cricket escaped. After an eventful chase, it was recovered, to my relief. Now all five boys are preparing to go out and hunt for more crickets. Life is never dull with boys around! :-)
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years, slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind;
Quiet by day.
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mixed, sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
So I mentioned to my parents that I needed to enlarge my horizons in the direction of poetry, and they went off together yesterday on another errand and returned with The Book of Living Verse, edited by Louis Untermeyer (which has, among others, some John Donne, George Herbert, Francis Thompson, and G.K. Chesterton), and Selected Poems, by Tennyson.
Very exciting! Thanks, mom and dad!
Friday, February 24, 2006
I will never drink milk the same way again. I have a whole new appreciation of what goes into making that delicious frothy white stuff!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Hat tip: Pumpkinhead, here
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Subdivisions look like mazes from the sky. I miss family and all at home, but am having a good time. Seeing people you haven't seen for a while is wonderful. Babies that were tiny now walk and run. Comfortable shoes are a must. Airplane food... no comment. More later if I have a chance, but for now that is all.