Eyes of Wonder

Rainy day reflections

A Simply Lovely Life

There's a peace-filled, quiet hush over the entire household, today. It's raining again, so only James and Joseph are outside, while working away in their shop. Big Papa's back to work after a whirlwind weekend of wondrous things, for him and his family, as we journey along, so thankful to make our way, together.

Candles aglow and music playing, seems everyone is moving along in slow speed turtle-mode, thankful for the rainy day, and the soft easy rhythm that with it, it brings.

The morning found us busy with the usual daily tidying as well as tending to a few of the things set aside 'til Monday, to make way for the out-of-the-ordinary of the weekend. Around the noon hour the boys made their way, inside, to share in a lovely savory salad lunch with us; baby greens, loads of veggies, crackers, cheese and hard-boiled eggs. It was hearty but light and hit the spot. Being a family especially fond of olives, both black and green, every salad had more than a hefty handful of black olives strewn over the top, which (being a habit I have long held) I allow to make their way to the fingers of the littlest ones (and the older ones that still indulge :o). Aimaija--3 is at an age of particular fancy for this passed down tradition. Though I have my dear Grandma Kay to thank for allowing me this sweet indulgence, I believe her open-hearted enthusiasm for the simple ritual told tale of someone likewise indulging her, far further back than I could ever know or remember. It brings me a smile, every time. Just one of the countless sweet simplicities of childhood.

The initial spotting!



And the fun begins.



Help is at hand, but you are simply too engrossed to notice.



Ooops, sidetracked and we lose one!



I'll eat it before (in your "helpfulness") you knock another off.



Back to work.



Ahhhhh, edible art!



Alot of work, but ohhh, how worth it, in the utterly delicious end!







Good, and gone!



A long and lovely afternoon.

Long dearly loved dollies, lined up for school.



Stories, together, curled up on the big "new" couch.



Hours spent in the old doll's house cupboard, arranging and re-arranging, whiling away the pleasant day.







Falling down and getting hurt (once again) and finding sweet comfort and restored happiness, cradled and rocked, in mama's arms.





Reading



And drawing.





Brother and sister love, creating treasured memories--with the past, in the present, for always.





A bit of successful tooth pulling!





Some block sculpture, by Nicholai.................

Rosie



Mama



And Julia



What's long been suspected, has now been confirmed....we're all a bunch of blockheads!! Yes, I humbly admit, it's true ;o)

Yet another, slow and easy rainy day.



Well, we've put an offer in on the house, which is just the beginning of getting the ball rolling. In a couple of days we should have a far greater idea of in just what direction we're moving, and what the next step/s might be. There are so very many considerations and variables, things that would have to fall into just the right place, at just the right time, to make relocating possible, so we wait upon Him who knows us and our needs, and loves us best, to either continue to open doors, or quietly close them. Thanks so much for praying for us. There are so many changes, that are taking place during this season of our lives, whether it is the Lord's plan to have us move, or no. Thanks for all your lovely notes and letters. Thanks for sharing your precious lives, what a sweet blessing you are to me. I hope your day is beautiful wherever you are, whatever the weather, whatever your life may presently hold, I pray for you sweet peace, and the blessed grace to be able to rest quietly and securely, in His unfailing love for you, and yours--awaiting His very best, in all things. You are not what you do or what you own. You are so very precious, simply because, you are you.

Lovingly, Jewels

While it rained, and it rained, and it rained...

A Simply Lovely Life

A cloud filled sky, a long dark day, raindrops falling along the way.

Hour after hour, after hour, passing by. Raindrops, raindrops, from the sky.

Hanging like pearls, lovely with light, on the drying rack, forgotten, sitting aside.



Slipping and sliding plop, plop, plop, rythmically falling they do not stop.



Rippling in the old bird's bath



Nestled like diamonds on softly curled shells, that reached up to catch them as they steadily fell.



Curled up snuggly, dry, inside, celebrating raindrops, time slowly passing by.

Watermelon, candlelight, some crackers and some cheese. Rain drops, rain drops, deep snoozing, and good reads.











A big bed-boat in the living room, we're sailing out to sea,



On endless raindrops, coming down. Together, you and me.

I had the sweetest experience, today in the late afternoon while I was out running my errands. I'll look forward to telling you about it, Lord willing, tomorrow. I hope your day was especially nice. Ours was so lovely, too. Once again, the house is sound asleep, all but Julia--who is very sweetly rubbing this tired mama's shoulders for her, just now, and big papa. I'm looking forward to curling up this that cosy nest of mine, tonight. Another blessedly long, full day, and I am good and tired. Thanks so much for all your lovely notes, yesterday and today. Thanks so much for coming by. Warmly, your friend, Jewels

A bit of thoughtful rambling

A Simply Lovely Life

How quickly the weekend passed by. Seems every direction I turn, the winds of change are blowing. Big Papa and I spent a lovely short while in the car on Saturday, rambling down old familiar roads, along the sea's shore. The air was pleasantly sun-warmed, salt. I breathed deeply, face towards the opened window, eyes closed, deliberately
drinking in every delicious bit of summer and the sea; companionably friendly, peacefully familiar. The air I've been privileged to take in, these past twenty-some years

Beach roses blooming, Cottages, closely situated along the so softly waving, blue water's edge.



Farmers in fields of freshly cut and baled hay. Gulls singing summer songs high above, flying in over the fields and back out to the sea.




At home we spent most of the afternoon preparing for a day away, on Sunday. We were looking forward to a time of sweet fellowship with dear brothers and sisters; good food, conversation, laughter, sharing of hearts, singing, reading the Bible and praying, together. We meet in a house fellowship with a number of precious families, for a lovely time that lasts throughout the afternoon.

This weekend's gathering found us saying a seeming farewell to one of those families that we've grown to dearly love, as they pack and prepare to journey along into a new season of their lives and life as a family a good ways away, in another state . One interesting aspect of their particular situation is the timing of the their change alongside our own. We're prayerfully making our way ahead, exploring possibilties, considering just what God might have in store, as doors of opportunities open before us.

All this to say, thank-you for continuing to pray for us. We are actually going this weekend to look at a home only about one mile away from the the very place where this dear family of friends is moving.We are so at peace with whatever it is that God has, be it here or far, realizing that He is working simultaneously in our lives as individuals as well as a family, for the present as well as the future. My own heart is reaching out to rest, in childlike trust, desiring God's very best, for my children and grandchildren, as I realize I am once again, drifting out into the vast greatness, of the sea, of life in God. What a joyous adventure; this life of knowing and loving, Him.

Some tidbits from the week past:

I got this pretty April Cornell dress, for Julia, at the thrift store for a song.



Which combined with this nicely-bodiced petticoat that Rosie fashioned from a lovely old cotton-laced sheet, for her to wear under it, looked just right. The colors were perfect for her.





And, I recently acquired this interesting carved and painted folk art plate. We were at a stop light in the middle of a fairly busy section of town and someone had a table set up at the side of the road, with some things from their yard sale--now over, that they (and apparently no one else. Yes, I seem to have odd taste :o), wanted. What had caught my eye as we passed, was an old wooden jewelry box that reminded me of one that my uncle had given to me as a young girl.

The little ones here at my house, recently had oodles of cute little bracelets, necklaces and pins given to them that they've been using for dress-up play and I thought the jewelry box might be a nice little spot for them to keep it all safely tucked away--since it was just sitting right there, staring at me from this free table *just off the side of the road*. So, thrifty gal that I am, who is especially fond of freebies, I hopped out and hot-footed it on over to grab it, before the light changed and I set off a chain of horn honking. Well, in my haste, I nearly forgot to grab the jewelry box, when I spotted thisother *gem* beside it (translated *junk* to everyone else that had passed it's woefully forsaken way, right? :o). But I managed to gather my wits and make off with them both, just in the nick of time! I'm really thankful that no one else liked it, because I *really* do!





Today was so nice. I was dragging by early afternoon, good and tired out from the weekend, but thankfully I was able to spend the littlest wonderful while curled up on my big cosy bed, reading and snoozing, which set me right, again. I love rising early, and I love succumbing to the peace-filled sweetness of an afternoon nap.

We had a delicious roast that cooked away in the crock pot all day, for supper; mashed potatoes, steamed veggies, and applesauce, while Big Papa filled everyone in on the day's exciting events, away from home. After all was said and done, I rounded out the day with a dip in the pool with the girls and the little ones. I'm going to sleep like a baby, tonight--as long as the baby (who's teething) sleeps like a baby, that is.

I hope each of you, and your families, had a lovely weekend and a beautiful new week's beginning. Thanks for all your notes Saturday, yesterday, and today--I've enjoyed each one of them, so much--and have popped in to visit your wonderful blogs as time has allowed. The weekend was busy and I am a bit behind on my own letter writing. So, thanks for extending grace to me, once again, while I'm a bit slow in getting back to those of you that have written to me, privately and are awaiting a response.

Warmly, Jewels, the rambling one, who I do believe is finally, now, about all rambled out. You are free to go ;o)

Thanks so much for taking the time to come by.

P.S. If you have the time to take a peek, Rebecca has a beautiful blog, and in today's post, she shared photos of the cutest clothesline her husband made, for their sweet little daughter--*with her sweet daughter at the clothesline*. Rebecca, I just loved the clothesline. It's adorable! Thanks so much for sharing.   

Yet another lovely day

A Simply Lovely Life

The sun shone warm and bright very first thing this morning. Breakfast together, Saturday morning cleaning squared away, Big Papa, Rosie and I loaded the littlest in the van to make our way to the city. Shopping day had been postponed. Typically Friday, we were all worn out from the merriment of Wednesday and it's overflow into Thursday. So, enough food on hand to get us through we waited and enjoyed the time out, together, doing all the special things reserved for our one big day a week, out on the town.





We enjoyed a lovely summer's drive through the country (on our way to the city), a bit of thrifting, ice cream, and despite countless pleasant diversions along the way, did manage to get well stocked up on food.

We arrived home to the day yet young and were blessed to have Wesley, Claire, Josie and Bug come on by. The afternoon couldn't have been nicer. The children and Big Papa--in and out of the pool. The little ones having a great time with their cowboy hats and cap guns. Tractor rides for Celeisa. Rosie and me in the garden, together, side-by-side. A big delicious cookout--simple hearty fare, conversation, laughter, and love--so much love, I sometimes think my heart will burst. The sweetest gift of yet another day, of just be-ing, and enjoying--everything. So many things for remembering, always. Life, together, as a family.

































I hope your day was special, too. I'm worn out and sleepy, in the very best way. How I do hope and pray, that I might be so blessed as to be found, with each day filled to overflowing, with life's sweetest simple pleasures, of life, love, and meaningful relationships, right up until that moment I breathe my very last.

Warmly, Jewels

The freedom to be a family

A Simply Lovely Life

I get excited about the fact that God has a special plan and purpose, unique to each precious family. He knows that each mother, each father, is perfectly suited to love, teach, nurture and guide the children graciously gifted to them, by His grace.

I have found so much peace in the realization that it's perfectly okay for me to be, simply me, with my particular strengths and weaknesses, my giftings and abitlilities bents and delights.

I've found much joy in the shared friendship that develops between children and parents that love and treasure them, hold them close, hug them, kiss them and listen to them, with ears to hear and a heart to understand--who they are, and where they are--ever changing.

It's nice to read the same books, and watch the same films, and share the same sense of humor, and remember and remark upon so many of the same things. It's inspiring and invigorating to have diverse and varied interests and points of view and talk loudly and excitedly discussing and debating, spurring each other on to deeper thought, wonderment, and understanding beyond ourselves.

I've loved passing through needs and longings, hopes and dreams, questions and answers, joys and sorrows, laughter, tears, births and deaths, alongside those that know me beneath my skin--inside, outside, upside-down, who through the windows of my eyes, see all the way to deeply within my heart, and love me entirely, still, and perhaps even more, for being me, nothing more, nothing less. No facade. No pretending. No hiding. A gift. A priceless gift.

Chubb, the ever-loving, thoughtful and kind friend and companion to the Littles, was showing kindness to Celeisa by pushing her all about the yard in the big green wheelbarrow. Celeisa, being an antsy foolhardy near 17month old, leaned out and toppled over the side while Chubb paused for the briefest moment at the big wooden swing. She landed right down on the side of her little face, and emerged thoroughly skinned up, covered with dirt and hysterical. She had a fair amount of dirt in her mouth, readily agreed to drink a couple of big glugs of water, then threw up.

I quickly got her undressed, made sure that nothing was broken, then cradled her in my arms and took her to my breast. She latched on for all she was worth, quivering swollen lips, crying, and, I had one of the very sweet priveleges of motherhood--that of letting my own life and love flow freely into her tiny being for about an hour and a half while she slept.

Everyone else happily occupied with their tasks of the day, I by-and-by gently trundled her in and got her situated on the bed, so that I could curl up beside her, while she slept (and I also, along with her), about 45 minutes longer.

I was more sorry than words could say to see her hurt, but was so thankful for the sweet moments shared amidst her great and pressing need, for a mama's warm comfort and love. Immeasurably  thankful that I was *the* predestined, predetermined mama to meet and fulfill that need. I again marveled--one of those mysteries of life and motherhood, that her little tragedy would have evolved into the highlight of the day, in my heart.



Claire, Wesley, Josie and Bug came over for a(n indoor) picnic as the sun had no sooner shown it's face in the morning when it decidedly ducked behind the clouds, where it remained throughout the day, sending showers on and off in it's stead.

We had a nice meal of potato salad, baked beans, hamburgers and sausage, peppers and onions, on the grill, and the biggest assortment of chips and dips I think I'd ever seen. Big Papa went shopping :o)

The children and Big Papa had a blast playing one of their favorite games--Balderdash, a very thoughtful gift to the family from Claire and Wesley a while back. Claire and I did what we customarily do--curled up on the couch nursing our sweet babies and talking about life. I had actually had an incredibly intense headache all day, and Claire (please don't be jealous that she's mine, okay :o) ever kind and sensitive, massaged my shoulders and my head for a wonderfully long while, and lo and behold, next time I thought to think about it--the headache I'd had all morning, right up on through until late afternoon, was gone.

Big Papa had a collection of fireworks he'd gathered, and the boys, as they do each year, had a blast huddled together putting on a bright colorful show, which I missed because I was in the house nursing my littlest love to sleep.

So, dare I say (knowing the excitement that has been, and I've **no doubt** still is, brewing over them ;o) that the glorious cloud photos will just have to move over and wait, 'til tomorrow, as *Rosie to the rescue*--faithfully, in my absence, took camera in hand and out in the near darkness got just a few shots of the fun and excitement, for me to share.

I am so thankful to live in America. I'm so thankful to be free.

The biggest *kid*of all, Wesley :o)



The huddled brothers





Claire and Josie, and Auntie Julia



The delighted audience, of wee, wiggling, jumping, firework catchers

Fun, fun, fun.........

Expecting the worst, hoping for the best :o)

Wherever you are, I hope your day was colorful and beautiful, too.
Wishing you chocolate tortes and aprons, gardens to weed, dishes to wash, laundry to hang out, books to read, flowers to smell, and dear husbands and children, mothers and fathers, sisters, brothers, friends and neighbors, to care for, and to love, and to care for and love you, in return.

Warmly, your friend, Jewels

Snugging in soft and cosy at the close of the day

A Simply Lovely Life

What an especially nice day it was, today. The children made a lovely breakfast. The little ones had a great time turning out some grated potaotes from the non-electric food processor, that we cooked up in butter with some chives they'd dashed out to pick in the garden, and Rosie served up pumpernickel french toast with strawberries.

Seemed I had no sooner rolled up my sleeves and begun to pitch in with the Saturday morning deep clean, when the girls scurried me out the door with Big Papa and the little ones, to run a couple of errands. They stayed behind with Chubb, got the house nice and tidied, hung out some laundry and began preparations for James' birthday celebration.

Later in the afternoon, Wesley, Claire and Josie came on by to celebrate with us over supper. The boys and big papa had a great time in the pool, and the girls and Claire and I chatted away and relaxed. Did I say how much I love Claire?? What a priceless treasure she is. Words can't say.

It was a full and busy, truly lovely day, and I am one tired gal. Everyone, was good and tired out, after working, playing, and resting, beneath the warm summer sun.

The house is still and quiet, now. All the children are snugged in bed, sound asleep.

So, I'll wave a warm and friendly hello to each of you very dear ones, and make my way to this cosy spot to curl up with my loves and read a bit before nodding off to sleep. I'm thinking about two pages, tops!

Enjoy your weekend, and rest well.

Jewels

Long ago and here and now

A Simply Lovely Life

The day passed quickly, far more quickly than I would have liked. After a nice breakfast together everyone scurried to pick up the house and wrap up morning chores, so they could move along to their projects; many and varied, that had been laid aside since late yesterday afternoon.

Rosie, very kindly sewed another lovely dress for me, using the same foundational Elizabeth Lee nursing dress pattern, that she made for me, here, with changes again made to the neckline, sleeves and skirt. I love the simplicity of this particular one, made with a perfect summer weight, navy blue hemp fabric. It's very nice.



It was hot, today. So hot, that I just kind of drifted off in a daydream for a bit rather than taking a real nap, and spent a deliciously long lazy window of time looking back over years and years past in my childhood. I was remembering, it seemed, every little aspect of our summer visits to Arkansas to visit my wonderful relatives on my dad's side of the family; namely, Aunt Virginia, Uncle Ott, and though there were several dear cousins, Janet was always the brightest star in my dreamy, week long, summer universe.

They lived up on a mountain, the very same place my dad had spent his boyhood. Words can't describe the thrill that was mine, ears popping as we made our way up the mountain, 'til finally, we turned off and began to wind down the long, long, beautiful dirt country roads. Houses were very few and far between, and I had the way memorized, in my mind and in my heart.

The large brick house, 2 big porches--one on the front and one on the side, each with a loud, creaking, slamming, wooden screen door. The dogs barking, and the inexpressible delight of hearing my dad being called by both his first and middle name in that lovely sing-song southern way. Arriving in the middle of the night and soon enough being thoughtfully ushered off to bed. Flopping down on feather-ticked beds high off the floor, open windows, the darkest night and crickets chirping a rhythmic tune that worked it's wonder against my excitement, and carried me off to the morning, when and where I would wake up beside my beloved cousin, Janet--older, feistier and as she would repeatedly assure me far wiser and braver than me. Smiling deep inside, that no, it was not a dream.

Out of bed bright and early, laughter and merry chatter. Plates piled high with fried eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits, and gravy. The gentle love and sweet hospitality of Aunt Virginia and Uncle Ott wrapping it's arms around me, drawing me in, and bringing me home, which is just what it always seemed to be.

Soaking in big metal washtubs filled with ice cold well water, outside beneath the warm southern sun, riding horses, doing dishes, playing restaurant, going to school, swinging on the porch swing, walking through the woods, talking and talking and talking about life and what we loved--all with Janet. I loved her so.

Days, like today, passing all too quickly, one blending into the next, drinking in every sweet hour, until all too soon, we were packing up the car and preparing to head 12 hours north, to home, faster pace and city ways. How very much, it seemed, we left behind.

But, my heart holds treasured memories--too numerous to number, from those summerly visits to that cozy spot hidden in the woods and hills of Arkansas. I always thought for surely that I would live in Arkansas when I grew up, it seemed so much part of me, like an arm or a leg, an eye, a heart--the friendly people that I didn't know, smiling and waving as they rocked in their chairs on their front porches while we passed by, okra, and hound dogs, and biscuits and gravy and sweet iced tea. I just knew I would, but somehow, I never did, and it seems, perhaps, I never will. But, oh the deep--seeded gladness that was sown in my heart and has been carried with me, living and growing ever since--wherever I've gone and is a part of me, wherever I am.

My beloved sister, Sherry; my deep-heart-near-twin, of childhood, (though I was older by 2 and 1/2 years) paid me one of the highest compliments of my adult life, while visiting with me in my home one summer. She smiled her warm kindred smile and knowing just what it would mean to me, said, "being here is just like being at Aunt Virginia's house". For my children's sake, how I would so like to believe, that in part, it might be so.

I'm nursing the baby to sleep while typing with one finger. Rosie is on the big king-sized bed, that's beside me, reading aloud from "Little Town on The Prairie", while the little ones quiet their hearts after a full and busy day, spent mostly eating and playing outdoors, in the fresh air and sunshine.

Aimaija completed this, her first real clothing sewing project with Julia's help. She's extremely proud of it. It's a little gathered skirt, like Sophia's horse skirt she recently made for *her*self, with a ruffle on the bottom.





Some of my favorite photos from throughout the day.

Little lady, in her little house.



And her little friend comes to call.



Summer hair.

Twisted up.



Braided.



Pig-tailed.



Ponied.



Swirled and curled.



Flowers from the garden.



A simple treasure.

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Our lovely outdoor situated sewing room.



A sisterly chat.



And, a sweet kiss from a littlest sis, that's just picking up speed in knowing how.



Dressed up, and playing house.



And James' and Joseph's new truck that they're so very proud of. They had saved up, and went right over and gave the man cash, the day after they made the deal. I'm so happy for them and so very proud of them, too.



Another day, with innumerable small things that matter to me in such a large way-- like lovely flowers gathered along a walk down a quiet country lane, pressed into my memory--for always.

I hope your day held the makings of many treasured memories, too.

Thanks very much for taking the time to come by, and truly, thanks so much for all your kind and loving notes and letters, and for taking the time to share your lives with me. It's been the sweetest kind of gift.

Your friend, Jewels.

The makings of a Monday morn

A Simply Lovely Life

Chores done, fresh flower bouquets from little ones scattered about the house, opened windows, fresh air and sunshine.











Leftover clam chowder with fresh cream for lunch.



And catnaps for the hardworking earliest risers.



Project fixings laid out for the afternoon.

New curtains for my bedroom windows.



More peasant tops and bloomers for the littlest lassies.



More skirts and peasant tops for the young ladies and their mama.



The makings of a special gift for my dear dad--his belated Father's Day present (it's comin' Dad :o). Anyone care to guess what it will be? Dad, can you guess?? C'mon I know all you ladies just l-o-v-e duct tape and WD-40, and could think of a million things to do with it! Well I'll share soon as we're done.



And, some serious studying :o)



The weekend was so nice. We worked hard in the gardens, picnicked outside for nearly every meal, and spent precious time on the phone and face-to-face with loved ones. The children had hours of fun in the in the pool with Big Papa, yesterday afternoon, and crawled into bed exhausted at the end of the day. Today, is bright sunshine and truly couldn't be more beautiful. I have been so blessed by your sweet notes and words of encouragement, and truly thank-you for them. I hope you're enjoying these last few days of springtime as summer comes peeking, just around the corner.

Warmly, Jewels

Gathered together at the end of the day

A Simply Lovely Life

We enjoyed a delicious clam chowder that Julia made, for supper. How pleasant to sit back and relax as a family, after a nice busy day spent working hard in the gardens, and in and around the house.



The children Listened intently as Big Papa shared, and laughed 'til their sides ached, as he told and retold, stories from his childhood.

Julia

Rosie

Little ones played,

Ran barefoot,

Sang,



And day dreamed,



Beneath the trees, as the sun prepared to set on another lovely Saturday.

The sunshine in our rainy day

A Simply Lovely Life

Early morning, cool breezes through open windows.
Sleeping in just a bit late, curled up snug.



Sprawled out, Lazy Lou-like, resting up after a full and busy Sunday.





Pancakes and eggs for breakfast; platefuls, with butter and maple syrup. Slowly, waking up to a new day.

Rainy day sunshine, by the Monkey-See-Monkey-Do's. Candlelit fruit sculptures--fruit salad in the afternoon.



Chores done.



Making, and going over, plans for the day.



Macaroni and cheese--made from Tasha Tudor's Receipt, with muffins--hot out of the oven, for lunch.

Dishes done. Imaginative play, begun.



After lunch catnaps, for the early risers.





A lull in the rain--a stroll 'round about outside, before heading back in to an afternoon of activity; reading, writing, drawing, sewing, baking .

The Peonies preparing to bloom.





Goldie and Beauty, "doin' some time" (out of the gardens), in their new chicken tractor.



Lupine.



Wild Geranium.



False Indigo.



The mother hen and her chicks from my grandma and grandpa's homestead, in Arkansas. They have seen many a balmy warm and rainy, late Spring day.



One of the Puddle Duck Sisters, doing The Rainy Day Happy Dance. How sorry she and her sisters will be, to see this perfect day pass by.

Everyone looking forward to chicken--barbecued on the grill, potato salad, baked beans and coleslaw, shared stories and laughter, when Big Papa gets home.

I hope each one of you, and those you love, had a nice weekend, and whatever the weather where you are may be, I hope your day is lovely, too.

P.S. If you're visiting from Candy's lovely *Keeping the Home* site and beginning with this particular post, welcome :o) Please be invited to visit my *About Page*, browse through my past and present posts, and the month-by-month archives. My blog is mainly a photo journal--book of memories--of our day-to-day life, as a family. Thanks so much for taking the time to visit.

Warmly, Jewels

A full and busy week behind

A Simply Lovely Life.

It feels especially good to be winding down.

This fine day

A Simply Lovely Life.

Headed for fun, with Big Papa around

The happy news of the homestead is that Big Papa has taken a week long holiday, away from work, to be spent in long full days here at home with the family--with a few looked forward to special excursions, tossed in here and there along the way. There are  lots of those extra, above-and-beyond-the-typical-daily-routine, project type things that need being done, and we're all rallying together and pitching in to do them.

The children woke up this morning, giddy and  wriggly with excitement. For them, as for most children, Papa home everyday for a whole week is nearly too good to be true!

First order of the day, was to load up the pick-up with the boy's cast-off mowers, tractors, and parts, for a run to the metal yard. Off with Big Papa, and back for homemade pizzas for lunch. The fun has begun!

The simple pleasures of keeping my home

A Simply Lovely Life.

I rose early this morning and savoured each moment alone in the quiet stillness, with God.

Once bathed, dressed, and in my apron, I like to light all the candles on the dining room table and start some music playing. If it's warm enough, as it was this morning, I open the front door wide to let in the sunshine through the largely-glass storm door. The house faces south-east, so the front room is flooded with bright sunlight and warmth, first thing.

Today, I filled the sink full of soapy warm water with a few drops of lavender essential oil, and worked quickly to do some early morning deep cleaning in the kitchen; moving things around on the counters--cleaning beneath them, washing down cupboards and walls, the front of the refrigerator and the stove, and scrubbing the sink and my enamel wash basin nice and clean with a bit of baking soda, castile soap, and lavender oil. Everything looked so fine all spruced up, and smelled delightful.

I gave the lovely irises from Claire and Wesley a long drink of cool water and they thanked me by continuing to look fresh and delicately lovely, still. Even more so with the condensation covering the jar, the warm air outside touching the cold water within, through the glass. I stopped for a nice bit to watch and listen to a male and female cardinal that were beginning their day on the sidewalk just beyond my open kitchen window.

When the children awoke, we had a nice breakfast together with Big Papa; scrambled eggs with sauteed mushrooms, onions and cheese, and toast that Rosie and Chubb had made--delicious.

Breakfast over, a loving farewell to Big Papa, and the sink was replenished with fresh warm sudsy water and lavender and the children and I set to work on the morning chores; of dishes, sweeping, vacuuming, washing a few windows, emptying the compost bucket and while doing so checking on the goose, ducks, chickens, and the goat, followed by hanging out a couple loads of laundry that were ready and waiting in a basket this morning.

Rosie and I, teamed together and went in and quickly deep-cleaned the bathroom side-by-side, from top to bottom, chatting away while we worked. We cracked the window open, and left it smelling lovely of lavender, as well.

I'm going to wash another load, some bedding, this morning, and get it too hung out on the line. There's a nice breeze blowing and it's a perfectly lovely day for wash to be pegged out, and sheets, fresh, taken off and brought in, at the end of it. A bit of simple domestic bliss, for me, and for the happy recipients who will be sleeping in the beds to which the sheets belong.

While we worked away the little ones busied themselves in the living room playing "kings and queens", with crowns they quickly cut out and colored and made with Sir Chubb right after breakfast, and capes popped on over their pajamas.

Queen Sophia



King Nicholai



And, Princess Aimaija

Lots of fun.

The morning's passed quickly, and now macaroni and cheese baking in the oven for lunch, which will be a nice relaxing break, all those here together, a welcome quiet of pause from the busyness of the early hours of the day spent tidying the house, the doing of some laundry, cooking, and a bit of schoolwork. The noon meal's transitions us over to the quieter part of the day: nap time, for those that decide to curl up and do so for a while, finishing up any schoolwork, some gardening, a bit of hand sewing, perhaps some time on the swing, reading, and surely, fresh air, sunshine, running and jumping and playing for the Royal Court, after their busy morning spent indoors.

I find a sweet pleasure in loving and serving those in my family and making our house as tidy and orderly a cosy home for them as I'm able. I find joy in watching Big Papa come through the door at the end of his long hard day at work, to things that say "welcome home, we missed you, and we're so glad you're once again here"; a nice meal~~it's aroma filling the air. I love watching him begin to relax as he melts into all those who love him dearest and best, once again, each evening. 

Many and great are the rewards of the simple pleasures of keeping a home~~both in the doing, but especially in the receiving. The *something* that comes from the doing of even/and perhaps especially,  those seemingly insignificant littlest things from a heart of love.

A thankful heart on Monday

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I couldn't have asked for Mother's Day to be spent in a more pleasant way. It actually began on Friday, with the delivery of a wonderful gift--a bright red wagon--from all of the children, and continued right on through yesterday afternoon--Wesley, Claire and Elsie here with us--and on up 'til bedtime. We spent the whole weekend together doing special things, as a family. It was so much fun for everyone. I am admittedly a little bit tired from all the merry-making of the weekend, but I couldn't be happier, or more thankful.

I received this lovely bouquet of irises from Wesley, Claire, and Josie, trimmed their stems, tucked them into one of my large sprouting jars, and set them on my sink's sideboard. They look bright and cheery, and we'll enjoy them all through the week. I've already done dishes twice, today, drinking them in both times.

A dear and loving friend, blessed us with a quick surprise visit on Saturday morning, and the thoughtful gift of a pizza party, which we enjoyed on Saturday evening. It was wonderful. James and Rosie went out and picked up the pizzas, chips, salsa, and root beer soda fixin's. All the pizza party good stuff that everyone had been excitedly looking forward to, all day long.  Thank you, Dear Friend (and, Dear Friend's true love :o) We were so blessed. It was great fun, and delicious!

Pizza party over, everyone full and happy, dishes done, floor swept, one last little one in the tub, we were surprised with a visit from a sweet family of friends, that we hadn't seen in some time. I quickly finished washing up the last little one, got them snugged in their pajamas, and went out to exchange hugs and hellos and catch up with this precious family.

Though the visit wasn't very long, we managed to squeeze so much special into it. We chatted away about the many things that had transpired since last we met, sang several hymns and prayed together, then before we knew it, we were on the porch, waving farewell as they went on their way, down the road into the dark night.

We also went to a large flea market over the weekend, where Big Papa got me the gift of a rustic birdhouse made of old barn wood, bittersweet, and grapevine, and a stack of newly hand knit cotton dish cloths, in a variety of lovely colors. The lady I bought them from was very sweet. She had eleven grown children; seven through birth and four through adoption. She had a gentle spirit, warm heart, and bubbled over with love towards her children.

Big Papa, also kindly got me some geraniums for my large crock and pot, on the front porch. I am especially fond of various colored geraniums in pots and containers, and scented geraniums (particularly rose-scented) ambling here and there in the garden beds, throughout the Spring, Summer, and Fall. I'd still like to get a few begonias for the shady back porch as well. Oh, flowers, flowers, everywhere! And to think, it's only just begun! Too wonderful!



I'll leave you with all the fun we've had, with my delightful gift from all of the children--the big red wagon. I look forward to my precious children, grandchildren, and little friends, finding pleasure in being pushed and pulled in it, for many years to come.

Okay, there it is, right over there......



















Thankful for the simply lovely, full-to-overflowing life of motherhood. Thankful to simply be, a mother.

Have a wonderful day.
Lovingly, Jewels--who is sorry to have to say that, having milked it for all it was worth, Mother's Day, is now officially o-v-e-r :o)

Here at Home--another fine day, in May

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A pleasant week's end

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Perfect Spring day. You know, one of those where an infinite amount of pleasure is derived, from every single snatched moment--simply sittin' around; eyes closed, face towards the sun, wind in your hair, breathing in deeply, contentedly, for as long as time might allow. Not a care in the world.

Celeisa's first time in the sandbox.







Celeisa, being duly warned by Aimaija, of the perils of eating sand. Firm word taken to heart.




Four good-sized pork roasts in the oven, that have been baking away throughout the afternoon. Potatoes to be mashed, steamed spinach, and baby carrots, salad, and a few loaves of crusty bread.

The delightful surprise....

Wesley, Claire and Josie are headed over to share it with us. Though we get excited about seeing Wesley and Claire, we really get excited about seeing Josie. No favoritism, that's just the way it is. Claire and Wesley, though they grow and change by degrees, are basically the same each time we see them. Now Josie, on the other hand, she's a whole 'nother story! Every single time we see her, no matter how little time has passed, seems she's grown, changed, and is doing something new; more wondrous and amazing then the last.

Josie, saying hello to the ducks, chickens, and the goose.



First time on the trampoline, with Auntie Julia.



Josie the WonderNose, who as you can see, is also, Josie the Firefly.



Playing the piano with Auntie Rosie.



Dancing with Grammy.

The day winds down, drawing to a close.




Tug-of-war right up til darkness, just before farewells.

Little Mama, with her babies.



Tired and worn out. Falling sound asleep, before making it to bed.

I hope you had a nice weekend. Have a beautiful Monday.

Jewels

Long remembered, simple joys of childhood

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A day in May, through the eyes and the heart, of a child.

Early morning, being "Laura", playing school.

Fun on the trampoline.

Picking short-stemmed bouquets, for Mama.



Taking a walk,



and starting a campfire, with your big brother (or your little sister).





Eagerly anticipating Big Papa's homecoming, and suppertime--the first official picnic of the year.



Hamburgers and sausages on the grill.



Big Papa's favorite, Rosie's potato salad. Made especially for him.



And lots of delectable picnic good stuff, to go with it. S'mores for dessert.

Deep in thought, workin' on projects.





Riding trikes and bikes, all around the yard.



Workin' alongside Big Papa--gettin' ready to powerwash the house.



Watching the littlest love, run, chasing after a chicken.







Playing army.



Endless hours of fun; eating, working, playing. Getting good and dirty, and tired out.





Hopping in the tub; soothing warm, bubbly water, and songs. Popping out nice and clean.



And while the sun's beginning to set-- the crowning highlight of the day--the first big kickball game of the year, and a major-battle-tug-of-war (Big Papa, James, Nicholai, And Aimaija on one side--Rosie, Joseph, Julia, Chubb, and Sophia, on the other--BIG fun :o). Running 'round the yard laughing, whooping and hollering, having Big fun with Big Papa, while Mama nurses the littlest love to sleep.

Full bellies. Tired bodies. Happy hearts. Sweet sleep in cosy beds.
Pleasant memories, of childhood, tucked away, to be remembered and treasured, forever.

The priceless gift. The gift of children--to love; hold close, kiss and hug, smile at and laugh with, work alongside and play with, talk with and cry with, to teach and to learn from.

To enjoy, to enjoy, to enjoy.

When we bless them, with the irreplaceable gift, of our time and best friendship.

Childhood; pure, simple, filled with wonder and delight. The day-by-day makings, of a grown-up.

A hazy, lazy, day in May

Yesterday. Rain in the morning, hazy throughout the day. Candles lit, music playing, and plenty of time for kicking back, resting up, creating or dreamin', throughout the long lazy day.







Plenty of time for making, baking, and eating cookies,



for projects, and putsing around.

By and by the rain subsided, then stopped. And eventually, the sun, bright and warm, poked it's lovely head out, here and there, streaming through the clouds.

The quiet morning spent in-side, squeals of delight ensued, at the prospect of running about playing, out-side, late in the afternoon. Wet and muddy, jumping early into the tub, and out-to, pajamas, though by now the sun was brightly shining. Big Papa home, everyone's projects laid aside for the day, we gathered together over a simple, delicious meal of Reuben sandwiches and salad.





The littlest mouse, once again at work. This time, in her brand-spankin'-new apron, rigged up by her wonderful big sis, Sally Pickle Brown--from an old pair of jeans.

You've gotta love the lazy days, hidden away--in the house, at home--and all the good stuff that flows from them.

Embracing what presently matters the most, again and again...

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It's a mystery, that a child can be all brightness and cheer at the close of one day, only to awaken rosy-cheeked, droopy and feverish the next.

Such was the case with Celeisa on Sunday evening, and mid-morning on Monday. Fine on Sunday. Feverish, cryish, sleepy, and wanting nothing but to be held and nursed by mama, by Monday afternoon. Which by and by resulted in a nice long deep sleep.





I find it likewise mysterious, that that within one person, namely, a mother, could reside two such distinctly opposed natures. The one, so sensitive and acutely attuned to sickness, discomfort, suffering of the body or heart, that it would tend to shrink back, in hesitancy, lest it by any chance cause further discomfort or pain--as though tending to a fragile wounded bird, a butterfly with a damaged wing.

While the other, diametrically opposed to the first, responds seemingly without thought, effort or restraint, rising to the occasion with astounding rapidity. Swift and fearless. Rock solid strength. Knowing just what do to, what to say, how to be--as though the one being tended to, is merely an extension of themselves.

How I treasure my priceless possession, the gift, of a mother's heart.

While all the other children busied themselves outside; planting some lettuces, peas, radishes, and spinach, in the garden: working on tractors: jumping on the trampoline: playing Little House, I remained inside, indulgently tending to sweet Celeisa.

Ah the joy, in holding her close, nursing her, loving her, while she wasn't feeling well. I sat quietly aside, drinking her in, while she slept. Her soft beauty inside, the joyous sounds of all the other children, finding simple pleasure--outside.

The house was more than a bit discombobulated, as I laid all aside to be with my baby, and the others made their way outside to give her quiet, in which to rest. But, there was love, for us all. Love filled our day. And for me, the day was magical. Perhaps, I think, it held the same magic for the rest of them, as well. Even Celeisa, whose small, vulnerable, dependent heart and frame will tuck away the events of the day, that will translate into, love--the giving of it, from the receiving of it--in the not too distant future--and will be carried along, deep inside of her, all the days of her life.

A day in early Springtime

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We had the most delightful day on Saturday. We got up early and the girls and I busied ourselves inside, cleaning all around--working away, fast as we could, so that we could take a quick spin around the neighborhood, to stop by a few yard sales, and then get back home to enjoy the incredibly lovely weather.

The boys lent us a hand, and then headed out to begin to do some badly needed mending, on the front porch, with Big Papa.

So, once we had things fairly squared away, the gals and I loaded up the littlest love bugs--Celeisa and Aimaija, to go along treausure hunting with us. The two next in line--Nicholai and Sophia, stayed back with Big Papa and the older fellas, to get in on the action with the front porch. Well, we only made it to a few yard sales, but believe it or not, most of what we were blessed to find, was at just one of them. A dear gal was going through her mother's things and a good number of those that she was parting with, found a new home and new life, here with us.

Just a few of the many treasures that we found....

13 vintage aprons--sewn by her mother. $3.00, for all 13 of them.

A washboard

Apron number one, good and dirty. Give it a good scrubbing, after first donning apron number two.

Vintage Baby Bathe-A-Lot. Brand-new, in it's box--$1.00. Which made Aimaija very, very, happy. Baby, got good and dirty throughout the lovely long afternoon, and hopped in the tub with her mama (who had likewise gotten good and dirty throughout the lovely long afternoon) at the close of the day.

A vintage drying rack, for the wall--$7.00

A non-electric food processor brand new--$6.00

And this nifty chair, just like my grandparents had, in excellent shape, for $1.00.

The day was practically perfect in every way; sunny and simple, hard work and relaxation, good food and good company, good finds put to good use. A truly beautiful day.

I hope you had a wonderful weekend, too. And, I hope your Monday is especially nice--the fresh beginning of a brand new week. Put on your apron, and roll up your sleeves. A little work inside, a little work outside. Some reading, some writing, some cooking, some sewing. The garden. Bird song in the morning. Sunshine and fresh air. Lovely sunset at the close of the day. The moon and the stars--soft and quiet, in the dark of the night.

Thanks for comin' by.
Lovingly, Jewels

Celebrating Josie

Celebrating Family

Celebrating Life

Lazy days for dreamin'

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Just when I was so sure that the virus had made it's way through, to everyone that was going to get it, one of my littlest loves, Aimaija, woke up sick early this morning. I'm thankful that it's been such a nice quiet slow movin' kind of day, for everyone, makin' it especially nice for her. She's been curled up dreaming away, most of the afternoon.

This morning Papa and the boys got quite a bit accomplished, working out in the yard. The gals and I worked away doing some of our Saturday house cleaning, while watching over and tending to Aimaija, taking turns sitting beside her or holding her, reading her stories, etc...

It's been an absolutely gorgeous--perfect Spring day, today. Ahhh, one of those that you're truly sorry to see the sun set upon, and draw to a close. Especially, when you've heard rumblings that it's going to rain for three days in a row! I was able to spend a little time out in the garden and was delighted to see so many of the perennials, peeking out, unfurling, reaching towards the sun.

The Rhubarb



The Egyptian Onion



The Chives



The Bearded Irises



Were just a few. The trees and most of the flowering shrubs have the buds of leaves on them. How delightful. New life.

Rosie made an especially delicious lunch for us all, today--jerusalem artichoke pasta, with a creamy alfredo sauce. Thankfully, I have James and Celeisa, here, to say that which words are often so inadequate to articulate. In this particular case, namely, just how good this meal really was, how much they enjoyed it, and thank-you, Rosie.

Take it, James.......



And, oohhhhh (as in really?) ??? Would you like some MORE, Celeisa????........



Full bellies, the quiet of the day lingers on. Ahhh--deep sigh of satisfaction. One of those lazy set-aside days, made for moving along at a slow and easy pace--like a turtle or a snail, a lizard sunning himself on a warm rock. Perfect balance; a bit of do-in', a bit of be-in' and a bit of dreamin'....





I hope you're enjoying this beautiful Saturday, with those you love best, too.

Sending love your way, Jewels

Spring is playing hide and seek

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The day's been a little on the dark and drizzly side. We've even had some hail. Big excitement for the Littles. But, we know that Spring isn't gone forever--merely ducking her lovely head back in, to insure that we appreciate her all the more, during the fleeting time she comes to stay. And she's right, we will.

Meanwhile, we busy ourselves a tad longer with the humble goings on of the winter cottage, as we content ourselves inside, yet a few days more:

The soft glow of candles, music playing, curling up on the couch and reading away the afternoon, will all too soon give way to the time. I can't wait to witness, one more time, everything that makes it's home in the earth, awakening from it's long Winter's slumber and bursting forth in new life. God, the amazing artist, at His awe-inspiring best.

Chubb Julia, and Joseph are in the quiet, laid back mode, hard at work, studying. James is working diligently on something out back in the shed....







Sophia--5 and Aimaija--3 are still proudly rallying 'round little Celeisa--newly 1, one on either side, walking her all around the house. They know she'll soon spread her wings and fly--to the world of wonderment, that lies just beyond the back door-- her first ever Spring and Summer, no longer on Mama's side (or front, or back) being carried, walking and exploring on her own. And they're makin' good and sure, she's ready.





I had an especially nice nap with the little ones, who'd tired themselves right out with a busy morning of their lively work and play. Oh, how I do love the feeling of having to prop my eyes open, as I read the last couple of Uncle Arthur's Bedtime Stories and the chapter or two of Little House (we're on Farmer Boy, right now), drifting away into the sweetest of sleeps, curled up warm, beside my smallest treasures. Thank-you God, for the gift of my precious children, from the oldest to the youngest, and sweetest Josie and the littlest, Love Bug--nestled inside Claire. Big Papa and I could never thank You enough for sharing them, with us. How we love You for it.

Rosie's busying herself where she so enjoys being--in the kitchen, making bean paste, fresh gingerale and salsa, while a roast with mushrooms, onions, and stewed tomatoes with freshly made beef broth cooks away in the oven. The smell is filling the house....wafting out the back door. It's even got the ducks and chickens pokin' around on the back porch!

Big Papa's away until later tonight, so the evening surely won't be as fun as usual, pretty much just a continuation of our quiet day, today. We'll miss him. And, he'll surely miss the wonderful dinner that we'll be enjoying in his absence! But, the good news is, for him, there's always enough left over, for tomorrow's lunch!

I hope you're all very well; enjoying the gift of each precious one in your family, and the safe haven, and peaceful rest, of home.
Sending much love your way, Jewels

Happy Hearts... Happy Home...Happy Tuesday....

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H-O-M-E

If you wanted to gather up all tender memories, all lights and shadows of the heart, all banquetings and reunions, all filial, fraternal, paternal, conjugal affections, and had only four letters with which to spell out the height and depth and length, and breadth and magnitude and eternity of meaning, you would write it all out with these four capital letters:
H-O-M-E

T. DeWitt Talmage

If we would have a true home, we must guard well our thoughts and actions.  A single bitter word may disquiet the home for a whole day; but, like unexpected flowers which spring up along our path full of freshness, fragrance and beauty, so do kind words and gentle acts and sweet disposition make glad the home where peace and blessing dwell. No matter how humble the abode, if it be thus garnished with grace and sweetened by kindness and smiles, the heart will turn lovingly towards it from all the tumults of the world, and home, " be it ever so humble," will be the dearest spot under the sun.

Golden Gems of Life

































We had such a nice day, together. My only regret was that Big Papa couldn't have been here to share it with us.

Wesley flew outside soon as he got here, with all the younger ones running out the door after him!  Within no time, they had this huge snow fortress built, and were lying in wait, good and ready to ambush James and Joseph (who were off running a couple of errands, together) soon as they pulled in the driveway. Although, if you will note in the above photos, reality is......it was *not*, in the end (well, actually the beginning, too, I guess :o), James and Joseph that got ZONK-ered, but Wesley--poor guy!  I'm sorry to say, that apparently the "dear darlin' boys" had no mercy on their eldest bro!

Everyone enjoyed being outside for a nice bit. It was snowy-white, warm and wonderful. Ahh....snow on the ground, Spring in the air. It was the best!

We made a second attempt at getting photos of the littlest sweethearts, together, in their matching outfits that Rosie and I made for them (with better light during the day). But nope, only more bombers and bloopers of busy bees and intrepid explorers, inspiring and spurring each other on, whenever they're together. They're just way too fast for ole Granny and her persnickety camera. That's all there is to it! 

Things quieted right down after the big snowball fight. The house looked like it had been turned upside-down and and given a good shake once everyone had made their way in and gotten comfy--shedding coats, hats, scarves, and wet boots, everywhere (well, it seemed like it anyways! :o).

While Rosie finished up the chicken/tortellini salad, the little ones were busy with playdough, makin' a lunch of their own---which of course in the end they forwent, in favor of Rosie's.

Claire found the greatest dvd at the library, that everyone flopped down in the living room to watch after they'd finished eating, called "Alone in the Wilderness". It's just a very simply done documentary type account of one man's day-to-day life; explorations and activities, in the Alaskan Wilderness--gardening, hunting, fishing, cooking, nature study. He builds his own cabin, singlehandedly--in two weeks no less--with no power tools, just a hatchet and a saw (having felled all the trees prior to the building), a chimney/fireplace--out of flat stones he'd gathered from a nearby creek bed . His name is Richard Poenneke and he's an incredibly gifted craftsman that works artfully, with amazing precision. It's so good. Really, I can't wait to watch it again! He also authored a book, called "One Man's Wilderness", his journals with photographs--that both Claire and I are hopin' to get to read.

Wesley spent some time workin' on my unhappy computer, with Nicholai watching over his big brother shoulder, wide-eyed, drinking it all in. The little ones finished up their cakes, and shared them with us all. Josie took a nice long nap in the nest, after filling her belly up with mama's milk, and finally Celeisa fell sound asleep, too.

And well, after giving his very last, to look at my computer, you won't be surprised to hear that Wesley, too, joined the ranks of the weary snoozers....as he kind of crawled over to the couch, struggled to drag himself up, sprawled out........pplllttt.......and died!

Ahhh, yes 'twas a truly lovely day, with the dearest of friends  :o) And despite the abuse he endured, I'm sure, even Wes, would agree!

I was awake in the middle of the night, re-visting the sweetness of the day, now passed; each of my children's faces, their voices, their laughter and shared love and relationship, each with the others. And, once again, thanked God for the immeasurable gifts, the simple, though priceless gifts; of my life, my home, my husband, my children, sharing sunshine, fun and laughter, conversation, music, good food, and slow and easy days, just *be*in', together--a family....

I hope you enjoy, your day, today. It will be a busy one, here. Lots of stuff to do, a couple of errands to run, and the girls have piano lessons this afternoon. I'll have my small window of stories and sweet dreams with the little ones, early afternoon, to re-fuel and get charged up for the second half of the day. The child in me, looks forward to it, and enjoys it, as much as the children do :o)

Thanks so much for taking the time to visit. I hope your day is a beautiful one.

Lovingly, Jewels

The real fun begins, when Big Papa gets home!

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When Big Papa comes home, the FUN begins........



Sure, you love your Mama.  And yes, it's great...baking cookies, making playdough, sewing and knitting, all the hugs and kisses, getting snugged in for naps and listening to stories being read aloud.....



But your Mama, she's your Mama, and she's *not* Big Papa.....



It takes a Big Papa, to get you all quieted down and settled for the night!  Big Papa understands about things like "workin' the bugs out", you know, "gettin' the ants out of your pants", so you can move on to the quieter things to come, like reading, writing, drawing, puzzles...
dinner and devotions..........and all too soon, bedtime..... :o)









We thank God, for our mamas. Sure don't know what we'd do without 'em!

But, ya just gotta say......'tis true, 'tis true, the real FUN begins, when Big Papa gets home........

I hope each of you have a wonderful day.
Lovingly, Jewels

Did it happen? Yes, it did :o)

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Well, I'm thankful to be able to say, that all did go well,
and we had a really nice time, together,
celebrating Valentine's Day, and the birthdays.  Rosie
and Julia made a delicious dinner, and Julia and Chubb
made one big cake and several little cakes--especially
for the little ones.

I think the loveliest part of the whole evening, by
far, for me, was seeing Josie and Auntie Celeisa in
their matching outfits! Rosie and I, made little felt
crowns for them, too, and they really did look like little
princesses--very cute :o)

Though they do look different from each other, they
definitely do look alike, too, don't you think?
I did get some photos, but they were especially
busy bees, and I was one tired gal. Meaning, they
were *way* too fast for me, and by the time my brain
registered "there  it is, there it is....take the picture!!",
and by time I (finally) pushed the button, and my
fuddly camera came through with it's delayed response
to me having pushed the button!.........

oooops, too late! The moment had passed, and I was left
with......more than a few, bombers and bloopers :o)

For anyone that might be wondering ;o) The caffeine
from the Ben and Jerry's *did* finally wear off, about
8pm--just as the party got rolling, and I went into
turtle-mode.

Once good and tired, I kind of cruised along in that
dreamy, deep-in-thought state, for the rest of the
night, quietly drinking in each dear one around me.

When the evening drew to a close, Wesley, Claire
and Josie gone to their home and everyone here
tucked into bed, it felt *so*  good, to get snugged
in, myself, let my eyes close, in contented peace,
and drift away....to sleep :o)

So thankful, for each one of you.
So thankful, to be able to spend time with you, here.
Have a beautiful day.
Lovingly, Jewels

A Busy Day, Today....

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Just a quick hello before launching into my busy day; writing a couple letters, makin' another card or two, a bit of shopping, cooking, baking, and getting ready for the the celebration, that was suppose to be last night, but was bumped ahead to, today, due to the weather and not being able to get out and about with the little ones, for some last minute stuff, yesterday  :o)

The little ones did have fun baking some Valentine tortes for friends, yesterday, with Chubb and Julia, and making some more Valentine cards. I was able to get a few letters written and some cards done, and then, James and Rosie kindly made a couple of deliveries for me, and will make a couple more, today.

Big Papa was very sweet to me, and surprised me with the gift(s) of a  lovely orchid (how Rosie, Julia, and I all love orchids :o), some scallops and some smoked salmon!  Julia cooked the scallops straightaway, and the little ones (who are also really fond of scallops) were gathered right around me and on my lap---I enjoyed sharing them with everyone, and then gave the rest to Big Papa. We all enjoyed a nice appetizer before dinner :o)

I also received one of the sweetest Valentine (or otherwise) gifts, ever!  Nicholai and Sophia got to thinking about flowers (in the yard, no less :o) and started looking all over for flowers to make a bouquet.

Well, Nicholai's eyes landed on the Andromeda bush in the yard, and he was out there, quick as a wink (in the cold, sleeting rain), child's scissors in hand, cutting/sawing/wrestling off branches, for not one, but 5 great big huge bushy bouquets, with Sophia! Honestly words can't describe how proud of themselves they were! They asked for Julia to please light the candles to go next the bouquet that was taking up the entire middle of the dining room table---making it impossible to *see* anyone across the way from you, regardless of where you were seated!  They put them on the every table, the piano.........It was, and still is, like a jungle in here--as the Andromeda has taken over the house!  Whew....the things we do for love--both the giving and the receiving!

Then they were so inspired and spurred on by the beauty all around them, that they swept the floor, set the table, filled glasses with water. Sophia went in and single-handedly washed, dried, and put away all the dishes that had accumulated in the afternoon. They were singing and chattering away between themselves.

I was totally amazed  that they had any energy left at all, after all the hacking and sawing and pulling and tugging out in the drizzly cold--poor andromeda bush.... I don't think it will ever be quite the same! 

Thankfully, Big Papa called me on his way home, so that I could give him a head's up and he could be sure and take special note of **all** they'd done (how they'd *transformed* the house!) and lavish the praise on them when he walked in the door---which he did. They were  *beamin'*!  It was really cute.

In the end, it's kinda like havin' 4 Christmas trees in our snug little house!  You know how it is with the Christmas tree, lovely and festive as it is, you can only take it being up for so long after Christmas?  Well, I don't forsee these Valentine "trees" going anywhere, anytime too soon!  :o)

It was a nice quiet evening. We usually have movie night on Friday nights, but due to schedules and everyone needing to get up so early, we haven't in a while. So, last night, Big Papa and the some of the children stayed up and watched  a film called, "Facing the Giants".  I, on the other hand, wise ole mama and granny that I am, got the little ones tucked in, crawled into bed myself--curled up next to the little nursling, Celeisa (no doubt exhausted from all of us going on and on... makin' an even bigger than usual deal about her, for her first birthday--bein' number 10 has it's own unique challenges! :o) and fell sound asleep, pretty early! I was so tired I didn't read a single page of anything, just closed my eyes and drifted off. 

Mom and Dad, I'm thinking you've safely made your way down to Arkansas by this morning.  I hope Aunt Neva's wedding is beautiful!

Heather, I'm so thankful everything went so incredibly well!! How I thank God, my dear friend.

It's cold outside and though the wind was really blowing, it seems to have calmed a bit-- (Meteorologist that I'm not, Pete.....I'm judging by the sound of the chimes being blown about outside. They were clanging away all night and early this morning, and have slowed to a mere tinkling the past half hour or so :o) Atmospheric  Scientist or no, I do know I'll be gettin' good and bundled up, today!

I hope each of you enjoy your day.
Lovingly, Jewels

A couple of little felt crowns, for a couple of little princesses......



Helpin' out the littler sister.....



Who had gotten stuck.......

An out of the ordinary Day In Our Home......

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Hmmmmm, I had taken a few photos of our nice quiet February Monday, and was all set to post them with a note this morning, when I got a call from James, saying that he and Chubb---who were out delivering papers in the GM Metro--had been in an accident. From the very little bit that he quickly said (including they were both completely fine) I somehow gathered it was a slam-on-the-brakes, barely-a-sideswipe situation, hung up and quickly called Big Papa, who flew to the scene.

Little did I realize that the driver of a h-u-g-e van, not seeing the Metro coming round a curve, had pulled right out in front of them, and entirely blocked the road. James tried to turn to avoid him as best he could, but there was nowhere to go but smack dab into the van! Thankfully, they hit the turned front tire cushioning the blow, or it probably would have been worse than it was.

Meanwhile, while they waited for Big Papa to arrive, James no doubt tired, and probably more than a little bit shaken, soldiered on, talking with the driver of the van, the police officers, firemen, and EMT's.... while Chubb--a bit dazed--was being checked out in the ambulance.  I can't even begin to say how thankful I was that neither of the boys were seriously hurt!

I started to cry when I saw Chubb, and realized how serious the accident was; that the car was totalled and it could have been even worse had the tire not been turned for them to hit it head on!  Thank-you, God, for watching over my precious treasures!

Though both pretty shaken. They'd had their seat belts on and the air bags went off.  James came out of it without a scratch, but poor Chubb, who is smaller, who's seat was situated a good deal closer to the dash, *and* who was leaning forward grabbing a paper when it happened, really got walloped by the air bag!  The front of his face is pretty bruised and super swollen.  We gave him the royal treatment when he got home; had the tub filled for him, a big breakfast ready, and afterwards got him snugged into his bed for a chance to rest up in the quiet after the early morning's ordeal. We did dub on James a bit, too :o)

We got some photos for the children and the grandchildren (of the car, the van, and of Chubb)---the family's first big accident!  Let me tell you, I could type out 500 times, how thankful I am that both of the boys are okay. It just makes me want to hold my children close and love them all the more, not wasting a single moment of my time with them.

Merry-hearted Chubb was soon up out of bed and had us all cracking up while we were taking photos of him!  I have his special permission to share a couple of his right-up-to-the-lens, swollen-snout shots, with you all. Hard to believe that such a good lookin' bird could look so s-t-r-a-n-g-e  :o)

So, there ya' have it, where I'd planned on photos of "A Day in Our Home", quiet Monday (you know, the warm fuzzy kind of stuff o' life).......yesterday's lunch--Rosie's clam chowder and hot bread just out of the oven/slathered in butter,  little ones with baby dolls, felt crowns, knife throwing, the boys "new" truck that was given to them and them workin' away on it........

You have in it's place, instead........the things that happen....a "Day In Our Home, rather-out-of-the-ordinary, Tuesday...

A little crushed red Metro
and....
A big swollen red nose :o)

.... Rest on Sunday

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Mama bear and all her littlest cubs, snugged in warm and cozy for yesterday's long Winter's nap.........

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The wooden bed, so big and wide
Wee Celeisa & Ma...& Nicholai, each to one side
With Aimaija and Sophia tucked in, between
Sleeping so sweetly
Dreaming sweet dreams..........
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The Lord bless you and keep you, each precious one. Stay warm and rest well, this beautiful Winter's day.
Lovingly, Jewels

Making a House a Home

The Little Home
Edgar A. Guest

The little house is not too small
To shelter friends who come to call.
Though low the roof and small its space
It holds the Lord's abounding grace,
And every simple room may be
Endowed with happy memory.

The little house, severly plain,
A wealth of beauty may contain.
Within it those who dwell may find
High faith which makes for peace of mind,
And that sweet understanding which
Can make the poorest cottage rich.

The little house can hold all things
From which the soul's contentment springs.
'Tis not too small for love to grow,
For all the joys that mortals know,
For mirth and song and that delight
Which make the humblest dwelling bright.

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Wash on Monday
Iron on Tuesday
Mend on Wednesday
Churn on Thursday
Clean on Friday
Bake on Saturday
Rest on Sunday
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Proverbs 24:3-4

Through wisdom is an house builded; and by understanding it is established:
And by knowledge shall the chambers be filled with all precious and pleasant riches.

Thank-you, God, for the priceless gift of family, and home.

I hope each of you, and your precious families, have a beautiful day.

A Day In Our Home.....

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Yesterday was a nice, quietly, full and  busy day. I was up early to a  morning of all the usual things; a big breakfast together, getting the house in order for the day, time reading the Bible and talking with the children, schoolwork, reading aloud to little ones by their siblings, which took us right up to some of Rosie's delicious homemade soup for lunch.

Just after lunch I made my way in for a nice long nap, all snugged in my big cozy bed with the little ones--mountains of down pillows and down comforters, sweet little people, kisses and I love you-s, stories--ahhhhh! This has to be a tiny bit of a fortaste of Heaven. I felt as light-hearted as a child myself.  :o)   I can't wait to head back in later today, for another one just like it!

Celeisa nursed and drifted off, while I read a few stories aloud from "Uncle Arthur's Bedtime Stories", and one-by-one, Aimaija, Nicholai and Sophia fell sound asleep as well. It was truly the sweetest of sleep for me, surrounded by so much life and love.  What  a blessed woman I am.

It was c-o-l-d outside, which made it especially warm and snug in the house. The older children continued on with their schoolwork after lunch while the little ones, and I, rested.

In the afternoon we made cookies, and the children bundled up and headed outside to play--"Little House", do some sword fighting...... I stayed in with the baby, and spent some time doing some things that needed doing around the house and sewing.

Late afternoon Claire called and said that she and Wesley and the babes would be headed our way for a visit---Hooray :o)

So, along they came and we enjoyed a pizza party and a great night, all of us, together. It was a wonderful evening. I hated to see it end!

Everyone was busy playing games and talking. Claire and I danced with the littlest ones while listening to, and singing along with,  Elizabeth Mitchell''s lovely cd, "You are My Flower",  while  Nicholai, Sophia, and Aimaija water-colored, and Rosie and James read.

I snapped a photos here and there of the various goings on, throughout the day and night.  I'll share them here--we'll consider it a little bit of a  visit, okay :o)

I hope you, and those dearest to your heart, have a wonderful day.

May we each remember to take the time to say, to write...... the words of life and love that our hearts holds towards another/others, thinking the best of them, hoping the best for them. May we pause often to hold those that we love close, hugging and kissing them tenderly, looking long into their eyes, and listening to the beautiful person/people tucked away, inside.  Life is so busy, the days go by so quickly.  May we take the time to rest, to sing, to write, to read, to laugh, to listen, to love.

Much love to each one of you.
Jewels

When Your Mama Cuts Your Hair....

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You know a day or so in advance that it's coming, because she starts staring at you for long dreamy intervals, trying to figure out what it is that's wrong with you. Why is it that  you're reminding her of  someone she knew in high school,  or depending on your hair and the way it grows out, a Great Horned owl, or Moe of the Three Stooges?

She takes special note of you all throughout the day by affectionately scruffing up your shaggy mane, whilst giving you a peck on the cheek and calling you names like Harry Harrison, or repeatedly quoting the little silliness of:

Harry the horse had very long hair
It tripped him whenever he walked
It got in his nose
It got in his eyes
And it got in his mouth when he talked.

She typically claims her victims in the morning.....

After a warm breakfast, hair still wet from the tub, perhaps not having gotten around to putting your shirt on yet........She's sneaky but you do have to admit pretty efficient.  She's got a fair amount of experience under her belt---well, her uhhh apron :o)

When Your Mama Cuts Your Hair.....

Things rapidly intensify from this point on.  Though she's never actually said as much, I believe this might be when and where she lets out all her pent up frustrations that have been mounting since your last haircut (anywhere from one and a half to three months ago--if you get my drift :o) that subconsciously stored away mental list, of your every offense--arguing with your brothers and sisters, making her ask you three times to take the garbage out, sword fighting with brooms--in the kitchen, dropping a dozen eggs on the floor, letting the dog get out, complaining during school, letting the tea kettle boil dry, letting the tub overflow.......

Because she's your mother and she's never been to Cosmetology School she has her own means and methods, and takes the creative/artistic view, verses the scientific/mathematical--meaning who knows how long it will take, or what the results may be??

Her scissors are about 15 years old and have never been sharpened, though she has been faithfully cutting the hair of all the males in the family all this time (for better--and often--for worse). So, to actually call it a hair "cut" might be stretching things a bit to begin with.

She feels entirely free to pull your ears, tug your nose, poke you in the back, as you take on the role of contortionist---no sacrifice, no degree of discomfort,  too great for the cause--the "artist" is at work!

If you wiggle, squirm, or refuse to sit up straight she quickly whips you into line with a skillfully dealt close call, letting you know,  in no uncertain terms, that you just almost lost......an ear, an eye, or a big chunk out  of your neck!

Gone are the days of your infancy when she lovingly, patiently, fed you raisins to distract you, while trimming your  bangs.....

When Your Mama Cuts Your Hair....

Happy Day! It Snowed!

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It snowed this morning! It really snowed this time! Everyone scurried on out as early as possible, because all too quickly it stopped snowing and what we had began to melt! 

It was suppose to rain this afternoon, but so far no rain, just a little bit of slushy snow.  The children had fun!  They'll be sad to see it go. Me, too. It sure was beautiful, this morning as it came!

Suze Seamstress Settles in to Sew

Suze...er-uhhmm... Julia, was happily busy sewing,  yesterday.

In my earlier days of motherhood I had so very little time for making clothes; mine, the girl's, and the doll's (of course you *just have to make* time to make the dolls, and then the dolls of course need clothes :o) but found so much pleasure, relaxation, and satisfaction in doing it.

One of the things that enabled me to keep doing so through the years (besides staying up late and getting up really early! :o) as well as teach the girls to do likewise, was sewing the same pattern in many different fabrics. This way they'd have a cute foundational wardrobe, and any other creative above and beyonds I was able to do were a bonus--and, the more proficient I became at sewing the more time allowed for the more creative artistic endeavors, the one-of-a-kind, that required more thought as well as time.

I'd choose a favorite pattern,  find about a weeks worth of  favorite fabrics, wash, dry, cut, and sew, in blocks of time, and with this simple method would make the girl's clothes--cute chicken, horse, kitten, linen, cotton, flannel, etc... jumpers, frocks, smocks, bloomers...

Now that the girls are older, they're lovingly sewing in the very same way, for their little sisters.

I just love swing style clothing, always have, I'm supposing always will--dresses, tunics, smocks, coats, sweaters...I love their simplicity, fullness, and serendipitous quality--swing with big buttons---ahhh, a delight to my eyes and my childlike heart. Now children, in big-buttoned swing, is to me truly a-d-o-r-a-b-l-e!  :o)

Well, all this said, yesterday one of the apples that hasn't fallen very far from the tree (and truth be told, probably the one that sits nearest to it,  poor thing :o) set up her workshop and in the name of continuity, efficiency, necessity, following in the steps of her foremothers......
made 7 little reversible swing frocks for her baby sister :o) 

Though all the same from a favorite old pattern, they're all different, too and each one cute as the next, all made from small remnants of---linen, hemp, cotton, fine wale corduroy. One of the wonderful things about sewing for the  very Littles, is that you can gather all your fabrics from your leftover jewels and treasures from projects past.



And then, as they're made reversible, the 7 are magically 14 little frocks, as in the blink of an eye they go from chocolate linen-to-terracotta hemp, from butterflies-to-polka-dots, from plum linen-to-sage green cotton with diminutive sprays of wild roses....

Here and there, throughout yesteday I was blessed by listening to Julia practice Vivaldi's Four Seasons--Spring, over and over and over on the piano. I seem to never tire of it. How I do so love this beautiful piece--it's always been one of my favorites. Everytime she sat down to practice yesterday--in between sewing and eating--I'd find myself saying, "Can you just play it one more time...just one more time...just one more time"... :o)



Today, the little frocks will be jeweled with their lovely big buttons wooden, abalone shell, coconut shell, *horn*, and yes, plastic/ made in Holland, France, Spain, Portugal, and the Philippines :o)

Then on we go to some little button-cuffed (a  nifty to-grow feature) bloomeroonies for modesty's sake--for the tucking in of little swing smocks whilst crawling, rolling, and swinging your legs up over your head (we were all able to do it at one point in our lives :o)-- for Celeisa.  And after that? Well, Lord willing, we'll roll right along into Aimaija!

I got lots of photos of all the happenings here, yesterday.  It's hard to think to get photos of everything while you're so busy doing it--but I'm hoping to get better at it, with the children's help.  Yesterday was a big pizza party with Rosie and Chubb's homemade gourmet pizzas for dinner, haircuts, sewing, math, piano practice,  phonics, playing outside, some knitting......hard to believe that such simple days can be so full and busy!  It's actually been so much fun for Big Papa and the children and I to see bits and pieces of life, so simply recorded on the pages, here---How I do love the makings and the living of things to be remembered. How thankful I am for photographs.

I hope you and yours are very, very, well. Have a beautiful day.
Sending love your way, Jewels

A winsome whisper of white

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Rosie out and about in the early morning stillness, drinking in it's loveliness...tending to the ducks, chickens and geese....

Monday, Monday.....

It's a foggy, rainy, Winter Monday. One aspect of dark, rainy days that I especially enjoy is having candles lit all around. The soft glow of the candles, throughout the day makes everything nice and cozy and spurs everyone on to relaxation and creativity, myself included.

I've been working away on a little Tomten jacket that I'm knitting for Aimaija, that I'd post some *work in progress* photos of, if only I could get things squared away in that department-hopefully soon :o) It's really so simply and uniquely made, that I can't wait to try out another one in different yarn soon as I'm finished with this one! I know I'll have plenty of little folks waiting in line for one, right behind Aimaija :o)

The little ones have been drawing, being read to, and building and playing with their wooden blocks and animals. The boys have been reading, and Julia, Rosie, and I are going to do some sewing after we're done with lunch. We're working on matching outfits for Celeisa and Josie Wondernose-- little jumpers made out of a lovely leaf print cotton fabric, with bloomers and a coordinating tie-back closure blouse, both  made out of a soft yellow linen fabric. One of the outfits are done, so we're working on the other. It's an adorable european pattern that we're using--so cute!  I've also knitted little matching hats out of a nice soft, sage cotton yarn for them, to go with their hats :o) :o) We're hoping to get some photos of Auntie Celeisa and her (big-huge) little neice Josie!  Hey......what are candles for inspiration, compared to irresistibly cute babies and little ones all around??!?

We're also hoping to finally, this afternoon, cut out a nursing dress that we're making for Claire--and her precious Cargo. Her dress got put on hold during all  Christmas and New Years gift making. I know she'll be so excited to have it done. We're shooting to have it finished by next Saturday.

Saturday afternoon was a nearly too-beautiful-to-be-true--bright and sunny, 70 degrees! Honestly it felt just like a summer day. We were headed for a quick trip to Ikea, for a couple of small things, just Big Papa, the little ones, and me. Big Papa called Wesley to say hello, and to our delight....... he, Claire and Josie decided to head out and join us there. It was alot of fun. I was *really* tired and did *alot* of laughing over Wesley's antics--he's without a doubt my favorite comedian.

Yesterday, we went to the home of some dear friends, for church--5 families, lots of children--from babies to adult--it was a full house! There was feasting on delicious food (oven-fried chicken, baked beans, mashed potatoes, desserts....) and fellowship; game playing for the children, gingerbread cookie baking and eating, ladies with nursing/sleeping babies in their arms, and little ones beside them, sharing together while knitting, and the men having a big discussion gathered round the living room. It was a very beautiful time, singing, reading, praying, together--loving and caring for each other. We got home mid evening, everyone so encouraged and blessed by the day, but good and tired, too.

It was a nice, full and busy weekend, but it sure does feel good to be back into the more simple, quiet rythym of the week--a  peaceful Monday-- rain and  candles, beautiful music, a sleeping/nursing treasure in my lap, stories being read aloud to little ones  by older sibling that love them, schoolwork being done, knitting, sewing and writing projects in progress, lots of conversation and laughter. How I do cherish the priceless simplicities of life.....

I hope you have a wonderful day, also. There's a huge leg of lamb in the oven for supper--with all the fixin's........and I'm so wishin' that you could be here to share it with us, when it's done. The invitation is always open  :o)

A Day In Our Home

Well, my foremost reason for starting this blog, is to be able to share more intimately with my dear mom and dad, who are so far away from me, the actual happenings of my life, my family, my home, from day-to-day, in an effort to include them and make them a part. Thus the inclusion of this specific category. Who but your mom and dad would find interest in knowing that you went to the grocery store, or you did phonics with your 5 year old, did your dishes, or laundry, cleaned off your back porch, baked cookies, made pasta and sauce with meatballs for dinner, and/or maybe even what you're wearing today?? :o)

It's been a bit of a muddle for me to get things figured out. Not so much the technical aspects (though they have held their own unique challenges for me--for sure :o) but the actual  writing, as my mind is always a-swirl with wondrous (not that everyone or even *any*one else would consider them wondrous :o) things that time and an organized mind permitting, I would so like to say! 

Sharing your heart via something so vast as the internet, (hmmmm, g-u-l-p..... if you're even s-u-p-p-o-s-e  to--be sharing your h-e-a-r-t, via something so vast as the internet?? :o) will take some getting use to. Maybe it will end up just being photos, facts, and news, I'm not really sure. 

I'm still making my way, from a lifetime of passionate, free-wheelin', paper journaling, for a beloved audience of One--my loving Heavenly Father, to having everyone under the sun pop into my head, every few words I type!

Somehow it does seem that all things considered (that for the sake of brevity I'll not go into, here) and me being me, I may very well not be  able to forgo the writings that no one else will really find of interest; the musing and meanderings, the mind traveling, the thoughts that washed ore my mind while awake with the baby throughout the night, and maybe that's okay. I guess I'll  just  muddle along write a little here, a little there, the best I can,and see what comes of it.

I'm planning to take about a month to get a feel for things, before inviting my mom and dad, here. In the meantime, I'm resting in the fact that til then, nothing's really changed. I'm still doin' just what I've always done, and writing for the very One, I've always written for.