lavender lessons

The lavender is blooming....



...so amongst the bees she gathers.

Sunday Feasting

Sundays are holy.

 For my family this means a day we choose to go to church and worship. We feast on preaching from His Holy Word, praying, singing songs of praise and giving thanks while enjoying the fellowship of other believers which includes giving as well as receiving encouragement.

Then we come home to other types of feasting altogether. Today it was on the patio with a menu cooked from top to bottom in less than one hour upon arriving home from church. A meal fit for "princes and princesses."

Chicken Piccata
Roasted Cauliflower
Fresh Green Salad

It is unfortunate that I did not remember to take a picture of the food on my plate before I began eating it, but do keep in mind they are ravenous by this point.

And what would feasting be without dessert?

 Creamy vanilla ice cream with fresh, local strawberries.

A pitcher of iced tea with a lemon slice and a mint leaf, 

 continuing our sabbath rest after the table is cleared.

"How great is Your goodness, which You have stored up for those who fear You,

which You bestow in the sight of men on those who take refuge in You."

Psalm 31:19

waiting

Who does not enjoy any sort of diversion when waiting is inevitable?  I am consistently conditioned to carry along a book, a latest knitting project, or even a bit of smocking or embroidery in which to occupy myself while waiting. Anything to fill that time with something I deem constructive or at least entertaining.

 Then there are those unprepared times and whatever the hand finds to do is in order.

And the unexpected can produce the loveliest of things.

body song

"Dance is the song of the body." - Martha Graham

 Many have a song to dance, my Charlotte is one such as this. I am glad that she is. When I was in my late twenties I took beginner ballet lessons on Tuesday evenings, chasing dreams from a childhood desire I had fostered for many years. Charlotte seems to have the music in her head and throughout the day she instinctively moves her body and feet with the movements of the song.

 

She performed with her dance group this weekend on a stage of green grass wearing a crimson skirt.

Then my ballerina sat in my lap and smiled for the camera.

her style

First we discovered the shoes, way too cool shoes. I even desired a pair. Then we found a dress to go with the shoes... a pretty dress, modest and feminine.

Then I guess she decided to paint her toenails blue to continue on in her course of style.

 Rose is fifteen years old as of Mothers Day. 

She drives now. 

With guess who in the passenger's seat?

rosy blessings

To all you fabulous ladies and mothers who make my day by sharing bits and pieces of your life with me.

Happy Mothers Day!

Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes, by dozens and hundreds. Plenty of roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows, brothers and sisters, aunts and cousins, but only one mother in the whole world.

Kate D. Wiggins

hands and knees scrubbing

I was ironing a wrinkled jumper I was planning to wear this morning.   Usually the place to do this sort of ironing at my house is in the bathroom.

Yuck, my bathroom floor felt horrible to my bare feet!

"It needs a wee bit of proper on hands and knees scrubbing," me says to myself. (I know none of you talk to yourself!)

The usual quick mopping will not do the job adequately; it is time to grab a bucket of warm soapy water, a large rag and get down on my hands and knees for some serious scrubbing.

How do you keep your floors clean? Mopping or hands and knees scrubbing?

new stone patio

The new stone patio is completed and curing nicely.

Now we can commence to dining outside once again, with the natural feel of stone under our feet.

Even if it is a run by the fast food store and pick out picnic food affair.