Floral Parade

The week before Easter, a weather change was approaching. So, I proceeded to pick as many blooms as possible. The rest were covered with tarps or containers to protect them. I was able to give away several dozen daffodils and tulips, but was still left with quite a few! I adore flowers and these beauties fed my soul until they faded away into memories of a stunning display.

Watching and Waiting

It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine, and things pushing up and working under the earth,” The Secret Garden 

By the calendar, spring has arrived. By the weather, it is on the way. Much of the yard is rushing to put on new fashions, yet other spots in it are being a bit more cautious. Last weekend the plum tree was a stunning array of scent and color, all ready for a ball. Then, the wind arrived, and like Cinderella’s stepsisters, tore the raiment away and cast it upon the ground. Towers of scented bells toppled over and needed to be picked. Bright trumpets of gold on thin stems needed rescued. Others bent under a surprising frost and were brought inside on shorter stems. 

Now, the house smells like spring with the  vases of flowers in the window. The bright green grass was crowded with color from the plum blossoms, violets, and dandelions scattered and growing hither and yon. Early tulips are blooming and others are getting their cups ready to become fairy bowers. And in several places, plants and flowers I was certain were dead have pushed up from where they were ‘working under the earth.’ 

Spring is a miracle every year. One that is a joy to watch and wait for!

Winter Returns

WordPress is an interesting program. or maybe its the new iPad. At any rate, I’m finally online with it and in spite of the bizarre boggles, it is a blessing. I suppose! Pretty sure I will go back to the desktop or irritating chromebook. Was hoping to use this, but will need to see. There is supposed to be an image of several birds near the feeder, but there have been issues with photos…and typing. No matter, there is snow!

The best part of this new week, is that winter has returned. The little birds are flying and twittering and scattering seed as they eat. I also noticed the squirrels were chasing each other, it is that time of year! My budding Lenten Rose was covered to protect it, but can’t do much more out there. Thankfully, the daffodils are still pretty small. Hoping the new snow and projected freezing doesn’t hurt them. So, its not just a blessing winter has returned, its a mixed one!

New things

In this revolution around the ☀️ sun.
I would have used all of that as the title, but it was a bit long! But, I have learned. And that’s a grand thing. First, this silly iPad. I have wanted another one since my old hand me over bit the dust. When the one I’d ordered arrived, I was annoyed. I’d unintentionally ordered one the wrong size..and one with only 64 GB. Which, was chintzy because in 2021, the 64 GB iPhone ended. In this day and age, even basic components of new tech suck data. And if you play games or take photos and edit those, you just don’t have enough storage space. In fact, 64 is exactly what my new Samsung has. And also why I do so little from my phone. For example, Facebook. It’s reported to use 2 GB a month. If you only use 45 minutes a day. So, I do look up things online, but now this bigger GB iPad is up and running, will use that more. Took a bit to get it organized. My old iPad was dead and Apple is cautious about passwords. Mine hadn’t been used since December’18. When I called the middle of January, I was told it would be a month before I’d be able to create a new password!!! Which made this contraption a new thing for February. Gracious, there’s a lot to learn!

The most enjoyable part of new things has been cooking. For my birthday, on the first, I learned how to make cream puffs. Or the puff part. They worked exactly like they were supposed to! Filled those with pudding. Then, I dug out mums old Betty Crocker cookbook. Published in ‘67, I believe, and full of old fashioned images and language. Great reading! Ran across Baked Alaska, which took me down a bunny trail online with different versions of frozen sweets hidden in meringue. I decided to make mini ones and had to make meringue.
That is now my very favorite sweet treat. I made Italian meringue and wow! The frozen dessert was a bit compromised because it wasn’t frozen hard enough before coating with the topping, but still tasty even moderately melted. It fluffed up perfectly, baked perfectly, and tastes yummy on low sugar protein cookies. It also is good with just a spoon!!! It will be fun to try it again sometime.

Make a Joyful Noise

One of the neatest changes in the last year and a half was moving the church services we attend outside during the summer months. Not just outside to listen to services, but outside to the local park. Once in a while, when the weather wasn’t blazing hot or nicely warm, when it had a forecast of rain or gusts of wind that would push the sounds back down into the mikes and turn them to high pitched screeching, services would return to the building. At the end of this month, they’ll be moved back in preparation for the colder months. Which is a bit sad. This type of service brings a lot of people to hear praise and faith who might not ever want to step foot into a church outside of a funeral or wedding. It is an open service and kids riding bikes past is the norm. It truly is a blessing to see so many different souls worshiping together. Plus, you can almost always hear the sounds of the praise team echoing through this little town! While this is a fun thing to hear, if you have missed it, others who worship inside their buildings might find it a bit disconcerting! But, it doesn’t last all that long and then, the wind turns and the song drifts back over the fields.

I try to be sneaky when taking pictures in a public setting. It is just rude to photograph an experience when you should be experiencing it! It is also impossible to verify what you might have taken, so these are knee high and angled! Below is one of the songs we sang, because one day in His courts is better than a thousand elsewhere. (YouTube, released 1995.)

Lights in the Darkness

Saturday was a memorial day. I had no idea it had been so long since that memorable time so many years ago. Was talking with Tony and he said in his grade 7 English class, he wrote his thoughts on the what was happening. I’d like to find that. Well, so would he! What did that young, bullied, US History buff kid think as he watched the news in classes? He did say he recalls he was more shocked by the attack on the Pentagon than ones on the towers. Later, he realised how catastrophic that morning was in everywhere.

Our world has so many bits in it that connect and rub on each other. Parts that many of us ordinary citizens don’t pay attention to, because we focus on something we feel is more important. Somewhat like that preteen of ages past. Today, I learned that China may be on the brink of being the next super power, that Pendleton is on the edge of becoming a minor Air Force base, that the Alaska Air Force frequently scrambles to intercept Russian planes in US air space, and that a lot of our world is being inundated by incredible storms. As I heard my eldest share these thoughts, sirens erupted outside. A cavalcade of emergency vehicles drove slowly past with a caconophy of sound and their lights ablaze. To remind us of a time that was so horrible it brought our nation together for a brief time, holding all hands and hearts and souls against the darkness of fear. To remind us we need each other, all of us. All of the time. A blessing of remembrance.

Seasons change..and stay the same

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Every year there are things that will always happen that are greater than politics, opinions, experiences in life, and even death. Ecclesiastes 3 tells us there is a time for everything and it is a powerful message from an aged king. I like to look further than a time for every purpose under heaven and see how often those times reflect continuity. Every single season has hallmark episodes. Seeds are planted and send tiny tendrils of life reaching for the sky, the thwack of a baseball into a mitt surrounds the scent of fried food and the dust of a minor league ball field, and in the middle of August, there is a wonderful occurance. The Perseid meteor shower has been something my family has looked up at for years. From the time of small boys in Tillamook on a clear cut mountain top, to hanging out in empty wheat fields in EO, to sitting in a kayak in AK, this predictable shower is one of our the end of summer highlights no matter where we are or who is with us. And like the song from ‘An American Tail‘ says, “And even though I know how very far apart we are, It helps to think we might be wishin’ on the same bright star…” This year my eldest in VA was staring up at the skies from his driveway and the youngest was sprawled out on the cement patio in the back yard. They may not have remembered this favorite movie, but I did. And I smiled thinking about wishes, love, and the meteors that were stitching us together as they zipped across the heavens like giant, fleeting embroidery needles.

Hello Again!

It is the end of July, Harry Potter (and JK Rowling) have a birthday this weekend, the Olympics are limping along without huge crowds and some athletes-yet, records are being made and disappointment parallels them, and summer in EO is not letting up. My garden has been reduced to straw, the cucumber has a possible single fruit, and the sunflowers are sharing their stately crowns with the gold finches. Several more old friends have passed on, other memorial services have finally taken place, and no matter how prepared we are, it still hurts.

My eye sight is quirky, but getting better from an eye surgery in June, and I’m so thankful the trips to Wenatchee are finally done! The doctor is moving to SCalifornia and has told me it will be a couple more weeks til the gas bubble inside is completely gone and I can get the cataract removed.

It is good to look at what is past to focus on the future. Not to erase the past, but to acknowledge and learn from it. Some parts need memorialized to help keep the memories alive, while others need removed to help us not keep them a memorial. I’m starting to sort through slides of ages past and have been struck by many things. Thankfully, the clothes and hair have changed, those people were so fortunate they had no idea what their future might be, and what a stunning world it all is and has been!!!

Can’t add in any of those photos yet, but will share a goldfinch. Pictures that remind me of yet another quirk in our world. I’ve planted several packages of sunflowers and not a single one has come up. The squirrels and birds have ‘planted’ dozens of bird seed sunflowers and almost all of those are looking lovely. So, piffle to the packets! I’m going to plant bird seed next year!!!

Mid March

Oregon is walking into spring. Alaska is being dumped on by more snow. At least, The Peninsula part. My former neighbor sent me a text to say they got 10 more inches last night, making for about 5 feet in some of the level spots of the yard. The lovely white stuff we had is gone-there were some remnants of piles here and there, but the temps have pretty much erased them. One of the worst parts of spring are allergies. On the OR coast we had red alder, here, am not sure what is in the air. However, it is causing congestion and illness. One of the things I have often done in early March is follow the Iditarod. This year, with being sick and having a wonky laptop, I haven’t been as focused as I’d like. Earlier, read that SP Kennel (Aliy and Allen) were retiring after the race. Today, learned that Aliy was injured on Tuesday, and after getting her dogs in safely, was flown out! Sending her and her pups a bouquet of crocus and a lot of love and prayers for healing.

Beautiful Blessing

This last week several things happened. One of them, however, may not have happened without the other. That made me realise how threads in a life tapestry often need nudged into place, even after they are a part of the picture. Had an odd to me thing occur within my banking account, so called my favorite banker in Alaska for help. Was scheduled in and after Dan called and fixed the problem, we veered off into life and people and what not. While talking about classmates who have gone places, my dear friend Connie came into the conversation. Time and again, the two of us have wondered if we’ve really made a difference when we look at some of the rest of our classmates. Personally, am pretty sure she has. Connie is a hair stylist, but she is also so much more. She listens and helps and is constantly giving of herself to others. Connie is also taking care of her mom. Helen is the most lovely woman ever ad it is obvious Connie is following in many of those steps. Anyway, Helen recently broke her wrist-almost right after it had healed from a previous break and when I mentioned I’d not written to them in a few weeks, Dan mentioned I should.

After our conversation, decided to send them flowers, instead. Now, sending flowers in AK is easy. FTD is everywhere. Yet, I didn’t like any of those bouquets. So, I called the floral department in a local grocery and asked if I could just purchase an Alaska Bouquet. Am not exactly sure it is called that, but it is one of my favorite big bunches of flowers. The florist had some already made up and, so, that is what we did. She added a note, wrapped them in purple for me, and called Connie to tell her flowers were waiting. No, they were not delivered-not sure why their delivery isn’t available right now, but Connie and her mom only live moments from the grocer. Later, Connie sent me a picture of Mom Carlson with the flowers. Absolutely blessed by these two. And Dan, for nudging me. Now, after lunch, will call Nedra E. Because if you are thinking about someone and are blessed by them, tell them!!! I’d send Nedra flowers, too, but am not as sure the stores in Anchorage would be as helpful!