Holiday Greetings

Love Came Down At Christmas
For all the Children of God

OK we are not ready for the holidays here. The tree is not up, all the presents aren't made, and many things that we intended to do have been shelved. Why? Life quality, priorities, and savoring the season. Today I guess we will put up the tree, and bake some cookies. This task is made ever more challenging by the temporary handicap of an arm splint. But hey, I've got help, and that is a blessing!

Fall?

The trees on either side of the church drive are changing color. They don't care if it was 95 degrees yesterday. They are just doing their thing anyway. I keep thinking, what else can I squeeze in garden wise before first frost? Indiana weather can turn on you at a moments notice, but I think I will still go outside and see what can be done.....

Kittens

When life has got you down

no solace you can find

find kittens you can play with

shun exercise of mind

Just the simplest of time

relaxing in it's way

adventures you can share

to save your daunting day

See YOU can be a kitten

watch life through tiny eyes

the wonder of a bubble

the pleasure of surprise

A twitching stick-a fast mouse

a leaf to bat and pry

inspecting some refreshments

a can of pop, a fly

See YOU can be a kitten

the simplest tasks to try

exploring with all wonder

EXPECTING a surprise

Free Morning Glory Seed

You have to really like Morning Glories to plant them. They spread with reckless abandon and joy. Planted near yellow Lance Leaved Coreopsis, their complimentary colors are "sunny" and "tranquil". The hummers seem to like them too. If any one would like some morning glory seed, just send me a self addressed stamped envelope, and after the vines die this fall, I would be happy to send you some! My mailing address is listed in my profile.

A Gift From the Drought

I guess you could totally freak out at the dramatic changes one can even now observe in one's own back yard, but sometimes beautiful blessings come to cheer you up. Such is the case above. This is not a planted "flower bed". This is an area along the church parking lot that grew nothing but an "un-sprayed mixture" of grass and ambitious vegetation. This pastel yarrow, seeded on it's own, from another far area in a flower bed, to spread, unimpeded by the very dry grass to the area shown. I put a little "push in the ground" fence around it to protect it from over zealous mowers. It is thick and beautiful and a great beginning to a prairie meadow lawn. This summer of long dry spells allowed it to show me how pretty that type of lawn "covering" can be- not to mention, the bees and butterflies are having a blast. Nice height too.

This week's unsung Hero, David McDonley

Wednesday morning, Henry County Wildlife Rehabilitation Center.
In the yard of Volunteer David McDonley one of several small orphan fawns gazes in interest at the strangers who came that day and held bottles while they nursed. "Now that I am fed, just
"Who are you?"

"I don't recognise your smell, but I know sniffing you is important!" " Hey, you smell like ... I don't know, a flower?"



"Who cares how you smell, my tummy is full and all is well, and this warm sun.... Well, I'm starting to feel kinda drowsey..

Thank you David for all your hard work!

In Memorium

No matter how you feel about the war, this is what I would say to those who continue to give the ultimate sacrafice in both Iraq and Afghanastan.

To The Fallen

In silent sleep you rest, for all

the weary soldiers trudging home.

The acclimation of your deeds, helps them

stand tall where ever they roam.


Not in vain do you lie here

amidst the tears of family and town.

Another child is born this day,

far safer in his native home.


And when these children read of war

and see the faces of Bagdad's young,

there in their hearts, security,

knowing those children are not alone

Mary Goodwin Powell

Taking your brain from mush to granola...

Not counting the days when technology does not scare me, I am plodding forth to keep up with what young people regard as simple as brushing your teeth. Each day approaching the computer with trepidation, I tell myself that these new challenges are not going to squelch my creativity, that indeed it will enhance my ability to communicate my thoughts and work to a wider audience. It's a funny thing about creativity. It is all about the balance and skill of inspiration and communication. At 55 I count the time I might have left in actual days and years and know it is a finite amount. How will I spent it? Certainly not chained to the computer, but trying for a balance of needed skill and inspiration. Here I am veryfortunate. My sister Catherine has spent hours and hours learning this stuff by trial and error. She is a blessing to me fielding often misworded questions in a way I can understand.But not wanting to pester her too much, my postings might be sometimes fraught with error. Thank you for your patience in advance!

My very first post

This summer my creation time has taken a variety of directions. The garden, somewhat under control, calls for interesting elements, and a new inexpensive water pump. The first order of business is to find a clear coating for my little people gourds that will withstand the sun, and weather, and allow me to create a "neighborhood" of my art work. No product I have tried so far has worked. Here are some examples of the gourds that I make, use and sell. If anyone has a suggestion, it would be appreciated.