"The Celts were probably responsible for introducing soap to Britain, where it began to appear in the literature, under various spellings, around A.D. 1000."
- Soap: Making It, Enjoying It by Anne Bramson
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Out the Window
I took this when we all went on a drive two days ago through the spring countryside. Pictures taken out the window are sometimes fine and sometimes blurry or taken when you're five seconds past what you wanted to take the picture of, but I was happy that this horse turned out pretty well.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Done is a Battle on the Dragon Black
Done is a battle on the dragon black,
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:
trymmillis- tremble
our ransonis- ransom
indoce- endorse
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro- "The Lord has risen from the grave"
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:
trymmillis- tremble
our ransonis- ransom
indoce- endorse
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro- "The Lord has risen from the grave"
Thursday, April 20, 2006
And the answer is...
Thanks for guessing, everyone. Yes, it is something to do with insects, Deborah Anne, and it is even a cage, but it isn't a spider cage!
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!
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!
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Happy Easter
Very early in the morning, on the first day of the week, they came to the tomb when the sun had risen.
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."
-Mark 16:2-7
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."
-Mark 16:2-7
He is Risen!
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Lines in Prison
I was flipping through my recently begun attempt at a Commonplace Book and saw the first stanza of this poem by Anne Askew, who was martyred in 1546 at the age of 25.
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
Obtained righteousness
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.
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
Obtained righteousness
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.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
On this day in 1856...
Booker T. Washington was born in Franklin County, Virginia. Dr. George Grant posted about his life here.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
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