Eyes of Wonder

"Live in each season as it passes;

breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. Let them be your only diet, drink, and botanical medicines".

Henry David Thoreau

I thought I'd come by for an early morning hello, after a good long while away. It's beautiful here. Very much so. This morning, the sun's once again shining intensely warm and bright, after a couple of gray days of here and there blustery winds and stormy rain. I'm hoping to get things squared away and make my way out the door and to my 3 mile walk of the road, soon.

I've been walking nearly every day again, enjoying the time with either Rosie, or Julia, while the other kindly stays back at home, to tend to the little ones and hold down the fort 'til we return. The couple of days back, before the rain set in for a time, seemed to be the official turning point of Spring having come, to stay. I walked along with Julia, and the beauty that met us was so profound that we spoke barely a word our entire walk. Lushest greens in every shade. Apple trees in blossom on either side, so lovely. Their scent so sweet. Marsh Marigold (perhaps you've seen it, too), in cheerful profusion. A chorus of bird song (neighborly friendly and singing in perfect harmony), rising and falling, steadily all along our way. The sky, a vast expanse of "Raleigh scattering" bluest of blue, not a cloud to be found. I closed my eyes tightly, like a little girl with not a care in the world, face upturned softly kissed by the sun, breathing in through my nose...... a chest full of that singularly delicious Springtime air. Drinking in every single drop of the too-good-to-be-true wonder, all around. It was magical. It really was. More than a few of those, "Time out of mind", must be heavenly, illuminated moments, that you wish you could capture and take away with you, to hold for always.

James, and Joseph, (and their good buddy, Rudy) built a  nice big greenhouse  as soon as the ground was warm enough to  work, and it's now filled to overflowing with good things.

There are some more photos of James plowing the upper field with the horses, here, for those that have the time and would like to see them. It's continually amazing to me, how very uniquely different even the children of one family can be from one another. People overall, really. How special that it's so. I always pray that I'll hold my own hopes and dreams and plans for each of my children ever so loosely, allowing them to blossom and become just who it is that God created them to be.

I find that I'm so strong in what I believe, in what I like and love and enjoy. And, it seems the more naturally, gently, softly-in-love, that I share--as friend to friend--the more closely my dear children listen, hear and attend to what it is that I have to say, yet still freely journey along each on their own way, of individualism, and in time step-by-step, on into adulthood. It really is a day-by-day becoming and letting go, as they, and we, make our way. Such a wondrous thing.

Though everyone joins in and shares in just about everything, homestead-wise, around here, there are definitely some strong bents one way or otherwise, inside and out of each one of the children. Wesley, has his own computer-based business, that has allowed him, Claire, and the girls, to live wherever they like (which is, thankfully, just down the road from us. And, from Claire's wonderful parents, Jim and Linda, as well.). Joseph, would have so similar rumblings to Wesley, inside, and is blessed to work for and learn from, Wesley. That, think, think, think, and sit in that chair and think some more type of wiring. While James, on the other hand, though he loves to read, read, read, cannot be bound to the computer, or even the house, for any length of time at all. He loves being outdoors--in the extreme. Loves, wide open spaces, fresh air and sunshine, cold of winter, heat of summer. Organic farming, has been so delightfully the very thing, for him.

I watched, through the eyes of a mother's heart, (the day I took the photos of him plowing.....a friendly hello and thank-you, Mark) which filled with tears, as he looked to be the very definition of contentment, to me. He was in his element, and his joy seemed to know no bounds. What a precious thing when the work of our hands, and minds, is a sweet pleasure to us and not a burden, as our true God-given bents and giftings are what are employed. This, is what I pray for each of my children, in His way, in His time.

Our days continue to flow along the steady same, comfortably familiar stream, of early rising, breakfast together, then chores, and farewells for those that are to be off and away for the day. Some table time, and lots of reading with the little ones, while the older ones study, for the most part, independently on their own. The garden is in full swing. Baby goats being born, being bottle-fed, hugged and lugged, sprawled out sunning themselves on the back porch landing, and occasionally bumbling and tumbling in through the back door, with a jumble of carelessfree little ones. Doors and windows are opened wide with freshest air and sunlight streaming through. So nice. Bread's in the oven most every morning, buttered and enjoyed as soon as it's pulled out of the oven, with enough left over for lunch, and again, for supper time, for those that might like it. Good hard work, good food,  endless gifted bouquets in mason jars, good books, good conversation, good friends and kind neighbors.

I thought I'd share a couple of the simplest poems that I wrote, not too long ago--for the little ones to memorize--as those first gifts of the rumblings of Spring were beginning to stir in my own heart.

Spring's Song, and Spring's Dance.

Spring's Song 

********** 

Somewhat sleepy, still

Spring is yawning awake.

There is so much to do

That can no longer wait.

Birdsong, bud-swell,

Bluest sky,

Dark, rich earth,

Infused with her wonder,

Warmth bringing re-birth.

As slowly with grace,

Legs swung over the bed

She stretches her arms

Up above her head.

She smiles.

She sings.

It's the loveliest song,

That we all have been waiting for

Cold winter long.

She slips into her sweater
And wraps it 'round tight,

But, as she keeps singing

The sky fills with light.

As the days each grow longer

She goes later to bed.

And, she's tired, but pleased,

For with pleasure she's been

Working hard at her play,

Her toil her delight,

The fruit of her labors

Such a magical sight.

At this point, I must take pause and say, not only was "Spring" still snuggly wrapped 'round in her sweater, but was still donning her striped tights, as well. This said, I'm happy to report that I am beyond-a-shadow-of-a-doubt certain, that she has at long last shed them both, and is now running at full-tilt, bare-armed, bare-legged, and bare-footed, through the tall green grass (which will this very day, be cut, it's so long) having set all in motion, with much of her most difficult work now behind her and done.

 
And, this next poem....

Though we are not Amish (which I only mention, because a dear friend told me that the blog can have a feel to it which somewhat gives that impression ;o), we do live in an Amish community, so, many of our friends/and neighbors *being* Amish, we do have alot of day-to-day involvement with them.

This said, James, and Joseph, were busy one early spring day, on the next road over from ours, working with their dearest Amish friend, Rudy, taking down a great big old barn, and silo. Rosie and I, were heading out for the day, on our weekly off and away shopping trip, and had to stop by so she could discuss something with the guys. I stayed back in the van with the little ones, and while I waited I sat quietly by and watched as a young Amish friend walked on ahead and down the road.

It was one of the very first warm days in farewell of Winter (that was to "smile upon us" with snowfall, several more times, again, before all was finally said and done) though not yet Spring, and the promise of new life, in just poked out burgeoning emergence, and to come, was palpable. He was about 10 years old and had a truly carefree  heart, as light as a feather--this in itself was so precious to see. The quiet country road was a long rolling ribbon stretching out before him, and as he made his solitary way along, he stepped merrily, not merely ahead, but back and forth as well, bobbing in dancing, swinging his arms wide. I watched him go for about 5 blissful minutes--suspended in time, until he came, all too soon, to the crest of a hill and finally disappeared to the other side. Rosie, climbed back into the van, mid-stream, and I shushed her, and drew her attention to what was to be the sweetest gifting of the day. I wiped tears away. We both smiled wide. I'm sure I bit my lip, my tell-tale expression of overly much soft feeling, inside. These words are the simplest littlest remembrance of that loveliest of late Winter giving way to early Spring, days.

Spring's Dance

***********

Spring, winked at me,

And smiled, today,

As a young Amish boy

Was makin' his way,

Down the long country road, finally free of snow,

Carefree in childhood, not a worry or woe.

Bent knees, swinging arms.

Bobbing, dancing, he strode.

And, again for those that have time and inclination, Just a few random photos of life, here at home. This fine day, in Spring. If I took the time to put all the photos on the post this morning, I wouldn't be walking, (and, shortly after that I have to head out shopping for the day) and this post, most likely, wouldn't be. ;o) Just "sticking my big toe back in the blogging waters". Wish me well.

Thanks, so very much, for all of your sweet notes in the comments and emails. Thanks for the thoughtful, loving, Easter and Mother's Day notes, and occasional notes of caring concern. You're very kind. I will be sure and post as often as life allows. Thanks for being so understanding of the fact that it seems it sometimes just doesn't too often. I miss sharing and visiting as often as I might like, but am grateful for the time that I am able to do both. The seasons are ever and always changing, and it is my true desire to  "Live in each season as it passes", fully and well.

I hope that each of you, and yours, have a beautiful day, today, and each day, until I "see you" again (and, you never know, it could [far more amazing things have happened] even be tomorrow ;o).
The Lord bless you and keep you.

Thanks, for the time and thought that you take, in sending your friendly hellos. I appreciate and enjoy each one, so much.

Lovingly, Jewels

P.S. It feels so strange to be hitting publish, with only 3 photos on the post. I just don't do such things, (c'mon, you can say it) do I?  Wink and a smile.

And, that said, well, hey.....I guess I'll pop on this last photo, recently taken of, from left to right, Rosie, James, Joseph, and Wesley--deep in thought (each apparently, about something different and somewhere else. Interesting, I know :o). Just what, and why they would, each one, have these particular(ly) sour-ish expressions on their faces, I do not know. Smile. What I did find interesting to note (which I haven't ever had occasion to take note of before) is the fact that each of the brothers are standing, nearly identically, positioned the very same, weight on left leg, right leg shot out to the side ;o) Though Rosie, it seems, all girl through-and-through, has taken to doing her own thing, of the hand on hip while standing on one leg variety (which she so often does, and would apparently have in common with, hmmmm.....who what would it be?? A stork? A crane? Flamingo?  ;o) I will hasten to add, in publicly pointing out her uniqueness, that I can only imagine, that it requires some very real (and God-given) talent, to stand thus, especially with your hand on your hip, while in deepest thought over "whatever".

Well, If I'm really going to be going, I'd better get goin' off and out for my walk, because when that's done, it's back, and time to set to packing everyone up for our big day away shopping (as the "country mouse goes to the city", you know). Our Amish friend, Ada, (who happens to be, the dear Rudy's, dear wife) will be going along with us. I'm feeling those happy rumblings inside, of, *it's going to be a really great day* ;o)

So, that said, I am now

really, for surely,

going....
going....
gone....

Jewels

Please pray for Heidi--updated--and updated again...

I'm coming by to ask for prayer for a very close and dearly loved, long-time friend of mine, Heidi. She is mama to 9 children--the littlest, in her womb, was due to enter the world in about 2 days time. Heidi, was concerned this morning, because she didn't feel movement. The midwife came, checked for the baby's hearbeat with the hand-held doppler, but wasn't able to find it. They immediately made their way to the hospital, where they did an ultrasound, and so very sadly, still, there was no heartbeat to be found.

They've begun to induce Heidi's labor, beginning with Cytotec, and will progress to Pitocin if they need to. She said, either way, the baby will be born, today, or tomorrow.

These will no doubt be among the very saddest moments, days, weeks, months, of her life. So, please, if God places her on your heart, do pray. Here is her blog, if you find that you'd like to go by and get to know her a bit more and walk this road alongside her, in love.

Please do feel free to leave her a loving note, here, or on her blog. I know that it will be such a comfort to her, now and over time to know that she's being thought of and prayed for. Thank-you. Thank-you so much, for reaching out and extending love to dear Heidi, her husband Mike, and their family. Thank-you, again and again, for praying them.

I'm going to share just a few of her photos of some of her beautiful children, here. Dear, sweet, family. So much love. There are these and more photos, and lots of loving encouragement, on her blog.

Through many tears, Jewels

*~*~*Update Sat. Feb. 28...*~*~*

I spoke with Heidi this morning, and she said how very grateful she was to know that everyone was praying for her. I am so very grateful, too. She had just been given the choice of taking another dose of Cytotec, or moving ahead with the Pitocin, and chose the latter. She's had labor induced with Pitocin before, so does have an idea of what to expect. Her precious baby is a little boy. His name is Sean Wilmer. And, Heidi expects that he'll be born sometime today.

She shared with tears on and off, and then--and this was just so beautiful, there aren't really words to say just how so--she told me that last Saturday she was sitting at the piano and God gave her a song. She wasn't sure what the song meant for her (the words were about being in a storm, God's ways being above and beyond our understanding, Him holding close and giving His thoughts, in exchange and over time to one trusting, resting and desiring to see through His eyes.), at the time. My few words of summary don't come near to what the song actually says, so beautifully. But, the truest beauty of it all was that Heidi sang, to me, over the phone. She sang the entire song. At one point she told me that she was remembering her last birth, with Emi. She had labored long and hard during the night, but joy came in the morning, as she held Emi in her arms. She cried as she said, this time, I know that there will also be joy in the morning, but the morning is going to take much longer to come. I don't doubt that one day she'll be singing the song God lovingly gave her, to others that will surely be hurting just as she is now.

Mike's mom has kindly come to stay with the other children. Heidi said that Mike has been so incredibly strong on her behalf, loving, caring, and kind. And, what a blessing his just being there with her, reading to her, praying with her, has been. Every so often she would say of few soft words to explain to me, how real God's presence is to her right now in the midst of it all.

I'll share again as time goes on.

Thank-you.

Thank-you.

Thank-you.

For your loving notes, for remembering Heidi, Mike, and their precious family, and praying for them.

Please do pray, especially, for the time so-soon-to-come, when her littlest one will be born, and in her arms. May there be peace and a sweetness, supernaturally, though the sadness of their great loss and the parting, will be immense.

Truly, thanks guys, for being so loving. Thank-you for praying.

Jewels

*~*~*Updating again, Saturday afternoon*~*~*

Heidi just called to share with me--she was holding her precious baby girl (seems the ultrasound technician was mistaken), Savannah Rose, in her arms. The labor went well, difficult at times, but shorter than she had anticipated. She said, that though she doesn't know what tomorrow will bring, she's enveloped in peace, right now. How I thank God for that.

She's expressed over and over, how thankful she is to everyone for remembering her and praying for her. I'd like to tell you, once again, how very thankful I am, too. She's been through much, but there's still the sadness of the final goodbye to be said, and the letting go.

She'll  be leaving the hospital in a fairly short while, and she and Mike will be making their way to the funeral home to make arrangements. Then, on to home, and the rest of their sweet children. Please do continue to pray, as the Lord brings Heidi and her family to your heart/s and mind/s.  And, please know, that your notes will be an immeasurable blessing, a gift to her, in the days to come. Thanks for taking the time to leave them, here, and there--at her blog.

Lovingly, Jewels

 

"To laugh often and much...

to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

::To me, today::

Peace, is watching snow fall steadily and heavily from the sky, while curled up warm beside the heat of the woodstove.

Joy, is a gathering of children of any age/s...

baking cookies....

sledding....

playing chess, risk, monopoly, scrabble, or mad gab...

building with blocks... 

playing in dollhouses...

dressing up...

playing "little house"...

washing and drying dishes...

discussing...

making the rising-and-falling, happy noise, of children being children.

Contentment, is reading through a large stack of picture books, with little ones pressed in around me on all sides.

Prayer, is being cocooned, here, there, any-and-every where with the very One that made me, knows me, and loves me best, because He lives inside of me, and He is mine and I am His.....

having only to think, and in doing so, be not only heard, but understood, better than I could ever understand myself.....

a letting go of every care that threatens to hold my mind and heart captive, in yesterday, or tomorrow, keeping me from today.

Peace, is reading in the quiet by the light of the oil lamps in the evenings.

Sadness, is being separated from friends.

Grace, is a cyclamen plant in bloom, fully extending it's butterflied wings.

Silence, is watching waterdrops fall from the tips of icecicles, one-by-one-by-one, along the eave's edge.

Comfort, is the sound and the feel of being nestled soft and warm in down pillows and duvets when tired, tired, tired, after a full and busy day....

hot milk and honey....

oyster stew for breakfast.

Love, is something someone said, or did, or made, and gave to me.

Fun, is drinking in the faces, laughter, and unbridled movement, of children being children unreservedly....

staying up late with others and the resulting laid-back giddyness. 

Laughter, is seeing inside of a person in their delightedness...

talking to my dad on the phone...

remembering a happy moment that's replayed in my mind again, and again, and again~~just for smiling.

Warmth, is holding a hand, kissing a cheek, exchanging smiles through tender eyes...

sharing with another, saying much with little.

Satisfaction, is writing a poem...

or taking a photo,

that captureswhat I see and feel...

a pot of soup simmering on the stove, bread in the oven and the delightful smell of what's to come filling the house....

having a long talk with someone dear--who's becoming dearer.

Sadness, is feeling a child grieve a loss....

being judged harshly by one who knows little-to-nothing.

Joy, is the green grass and barefeet of summer....

warm sun on my face, soft wind in my hair--that I'm dreamin' of....

a surprise...

seeing someone I've long-missed, reaching out and holding them close for the first time in so long.

Creativity, is doing some kind of wonderful--my very own, with whatever I have in my hand.

Beauty, is stained glass illumated by light.....

any and every one, when they smile....

wrongs forgiven and laid to rest, with love and life in relationship restored...

frosty-ice-loveliness on our old farmhouse winter-windows.

Burden, is carrying something crushing, painful, and difficult, though it's too heavy for me, rather than giving it over to, and leaving it with, the Lord.

Confusion, is trying to understand what someone is saying when it hurts.

Delicious, is a frosted cake that my daughter made without a recipe.....

a just picked red radish or tomato ....

a summer salad with everything, even the edible flowers~~all from the garden we're enjoyedly planning....

too-quickly-melting ice cream cones on a hot summer day, that with the above, will also come.....

the taste, smell, and feel, of a baby.

Happiness, is going on an excursion, to somewhere new and unexplored...

running, as fast as I can....

stretching my legs forward, pulling them back, swinging as high as I can on a swing...

the magical, singular, sights, smells and sounds of spring, summer, and fall, after the long slumber of winter.

Loneliness, is keeping a joy or sorrow all to myself...

quiet, for too long... 

no one to share in the book I've just read or film I've just seen...

anyone living without, or with very little, affection expressed through touch...

seeing elderly dear ones, not-often-enough-visited, in nursing homes. 

Gentleness, is the feel of my child's warm breath on my face during sweet sleep in the dark of night...

holding a little child's hand...

a whisper in my ear (like the twin's 'I love yous')...

letting the deep and wide, ever-so-immense-and-intense love of a mother's heart flow out through my being...

holding my baby that has just emerged from my womb--for the very first time (a forever-held rememberance, times 10)...

a nursing baby at my breast...

saying hard things to another, compassionately, tenderly, with tears.

Nausea, is seeing someone hurting...

almost hitting a deer...

saying something that I wish, with every fiber of my being, that I hadn't said, and knowing I can never take it back...  

getting lost in an unlit, unfamiliar, area, far out in the country, in the dark of night.

Comfort, is being known, understood, and accepted, still...

a favorite shawl wrapped 'round my shoulders...

a long lazy rock in a rocking chair...

ugg boots (perfect and like new, for only $1.00. my very size) toasty, warming my feet in the dark and cold of early winter morning, when the fire's gone low...

reading a book beside the fire while a snow storm whirls and swirls, howling, just outside my door.

Contentment, is intense sunlight streaming through the window on a cold winter's day, warming me through and through, from the outside in.

Heartache, is seemingly-everlasting (while it lasts) judgement, misunderstandings, and unforgiveness.

Discouragment, is meeting with the seemingly immovable, inalterable, within another, for reasons unknown or if known, not at all easily understood.

and peace, is the letting go, letting alone, and letting be, in rest, while God does what He does--on the inside, of me, and everyone else--as only He can..... In His love, causing all things to work together for good, in His time and way.

Singing, is the music of each and every one that touches and singularly, and/or combinedly/collectively, fill my life and the moments of it's every day, at home and away, through words spoken and written, that they do and do not say.

Honesty, is what's truly deep down inside of me, that I only say to another when I have been given the gift of the freedom to do so.

Perfection, is the illusion that threatens to strip me of my life-formed character, and growth and freedom in process, and keep me from simply being me; who I am and how I am, right now, today.

Pretending, is what I don't do well, when I don't feel safe or accepted, and curl up small inside, trying to hide because I'm not sure how to be someone else.

Fascination, is the marveling over the countless jewels scattered along the path of every single day, free for the taking...

hearing my-very-own-child-within-my-very-own-body's heartbeat, for the very first time--through tears...

hearing someone's life's story, for the very first time, and in and over time, such treasure beyond measure in the recieving--through laughter and tears...

being the recipient of the gifts of a giving-while-expecting-nothing-in-return heart...

the winter's first snowfall... 

a springtime nest full of baby birds. The listening, the watching through childlike eyes (that I'm so looking forward to discovering, and experiencing the wonder of, once again) .

Friendship, is giving, and giving, and giving some more...

being loved for who and what, and in spite of who and what, I am....

thinking the best and hoping the best....

entrusting and entrustment of a heart....

making mistakes and trying again....

saying I'm sorry.....

being forgiven.....

hearing I'm sorry.....

and, saying I forgive you....

good food, good conversation, music, tears and laughter.....

shared, full, loud, and busy days and late nights, and some quietness too, over and through, the moments, days, months, and years and years and years of this life.

We just enjoyed a special visit with our dear friends, Scott and Bonnie, and 7 of their 9 children (and we sure missed the other 2 :o). We've been friends since before any of us were married, which means we've been friends for a good long while--grin. Though we use to live near-er to each other, there are more than a few miles between us, now. We hadn't seen them in over a year, and the last time we saw them, was during-and thoughout our big move. Scott, and a couple of the boys, actually helped pack and move--driving about an hour and a half to get to our old home, and then about 6 hours or more to get here, to the new home. Lots of driving, and lots of snow and cold. Meanwhile, Bonnie, held down *their* fort (while caring for some of her own little ones that were sick) and, had some of our guys who were making their way back and forth (from old home to new, again and again) stop in for some good food and fellowship and motherly care. There are no words to describe the sensitive, kind and caring, immeasurable, help they were to us--from start to finish. Such a gift. So, though Scott had been here way back then, Bonnie and some of the children hadn't.

So, this visit began on Thursday. They arrived just in time for supper and stayed up until Sunday morning. What a sweet time of fellowship it was. A blast. Long, full days and late nights, of all things most meaningful in relationship, for the youngest to the oldest. Our dear friends, Mike and Lori, came with their 4 dear children and joined us on Friday night. And, of course, Wesley and Claire, Josie and Bug, got in on the action, too. What a great time we had. It's really hard to believe that it was all over--and everyone was here and gone--so soon. Even harder to believe that Bonnie and I were capable of both walking out the door with our families to our respective vehicles, everyone dressed and fed by 10 am on Sunday morning, following those late nights and full and busy days. Isn't that amazing! We've known Scott and Bonnie since before we were married, and neither time nor space would allow me to say what a huge blessing they have been to our entire family, and in how many ways, throughout that time. We love them dearly, and thank the Lord for the priceless gift of their friendship(and that of Mike and Lori, and Wesley and Claire, and all of the precious children, too). God is so good. I love him.

I thought that we could enjoy another visit, this time through the window of Scott and Bonnie's stay.

The many sweet faces, of friendship...

"Father Time" (aka Uncle Scott :o)

Aunt Bonnie ("Father Time's" beloved)

And, all of these lovely, snowy, outdoor photos, were taken by Uncle Scott, while I was snugged warm inside the house, visiting with Aunt Bonnie ;o) Thanks, Uncle Scott.

And, another great Scott shot...

Thanks again, for taking the time to come by, and especially for the gift to me of your friendly, loving, notes and letters, and the sharing of your thoughts and hearts and families--through your own blogs, for those of you that have them. I hope that you're well. I'd just like to say, too, that you can always feel free to send me a prayer request or share your heart privately, *any*time, through the comments. I get every note before it gets published, and wouldn't publish anything you asked me not to. The gals are making another birthday supper, today. Shrimp Scampi. And, the house smells all garlic-y and delicious. So, I'd better get a move-on, before the party starts without me. That just wouldn't do, you know ;o)

Lovingly, Jewels

P.S. For anyone that may have the time, and interest, (ummmm, Scott and Bonnie? :o) there are these and, (believe it or not ;o) even more photos from the visit, in this set, on Flickr.

"Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind...

'Pooh?' he whispered.
'Yes, Piglet?'
'Nothing,' said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. 'I just wanted to be sure of you.'"

A.A. Milne in Winnie-the-Pooh



The house is slowly
coming awake,
as one-by-one
footsteps                                                                                                                                               above                                                                                                                                           and down the stairs,
bring sleepy, half-smiling faces
my waiting way.
I begin, by degrees, to pull myself
from the quiet
up, out, and away
into
the full and busy day
that stretches out before me.
Into the awaiting
moment-by-moment
of the "present"
being graciously
held out to me....

The priceless gift,
of yet another day....

This week's end is being filled
with family and friends,
both here and away.
There's lots of food being prepared this morning.
Two lives to celebrate. 
Rosie, turned 22, the day before yesterday--Feb. 12th
and little Celeisa, turns 3, today.
My hard-earned Valentine baby.  ;o)

Julia, made new outfits for the little girls, yesterday.
So, they're being scrubbed, dubbed, and fancied.
Good-and-readied, to be tucked into them.

I've been enjoying reading through the Daily Bible
and sharing in precious times of discussion
with a beloved friend.
And, have been going over and over
the book of Habakkuk, in it's entirety,
with the children a time--sometimes, two--a day,
for going on 25 to 30 times now.
So sweet.
Even the littlest ones
have much of the book memorized,
just from this simple reading.
We'll move onto something else, soon.
But, how blessed we've been
by the time in Habakkuk.
What an intensely honest exchange
between Habakkuk and His God.
So thought provoking.
So encouraging.
And, moreso, after each successive reading.
And, the reading of other Scripture that comes to mind,
while savouring Habakkuk....                                                                                                          such riches, too.

Habakkuk, cries out to God,
in painful questioning about injustice.
He's Trying to understand something
that just doesn't make sense to him
no matter which way he looks at it.
And, seems contrary
to everything
that he's ever learned about God,                                                                                              throughout his life.

God, answers back with these words...

Look at the nations and watch
and be utterly amazed.
For I am going to do something
in your days,
that you would not believe,
even if you were told.

Then He says....
I am raising up the Babylonians
that ruthless and impetuous people......

Habakkuk, had great difficulty understanding how His God, whose power is infinitely greater than anything on earth (and I will add, whose self-defining character trait is love) could possibly be silently passive, in the midst of such immense and relentless sorrow and suffering.

God does hear him, though the book begins with Habakkuk saying:

How long, O Lord must I call for help, but you do not listen? Or cry out to you, Violence, but you do not save?....

And God (who is surely listening) answers his plea:

...the revelation awaits an appointed time;
it speaks of the end
and will not prove false,
though it lingers, wait for it;
It will certainly come
and will
not delay.

I so appreciate the fact that Habakkuk was able to bear his heart and soul unreservedly, to God. Honestly, and forthrightly, laying everything that seemed inconsistent or just outright wrong, to him, right on the line.

And that God, was indeed not, preoccupied with other things--having forgotten Habakkuk, nor was He overlooking the undeniable devastation, the horrors and resulting suffering that were taking place. Not only was He watching and taking account, but for some reason beyond Habakkuk's human understanding (and I'm assuming that he was a pretty smart bird, with no small amount of knowledge of God and His ways) He was allowing this inconceivable situation.

I especially love and appreciate how Habakkuk (perhaps critically for his own sake, unbeknownst to him) stays engaged with God--even though he's not able to figure it all out, no matter where he looks or how hard he tries. He remains engaged, even though, in his humanity, he doesn't like what's happening one bit, and it seems, may not be feeling any too kindly towards God.

I have related to Habakkuk's change of heart that comes to pass, through this determined engagement and ongoing dialog with God.......He speaks to God in honesty and sincerity, and frustration. And, he doesn't turn away, harden his heart, or leave, but transparently goes back and forth in his most sincere questionings, with God Himself, over things that don't seem fair, or right, or seem to be far harder and last far longer than seems reasonable, and/or could seemingly never prove to be a means to achieving any good. Seems they rather, in fact, seemed to be entirely contrary to what Habakkuk would have percieved--based upon his previous understanding of God and His ways--to be God's best, or even God's good. This ongoing engagement seems to be a critical aspect in the outcome of Habakkuk's intense communion and resulting turn around, with Him.

Something supernatural takes place in the exchange, which we see come around in about chapter three. Deep within, his heart experiences a change. By degrees, through this honest grappling with the God of the universe, he begins to slowly, once again, come to see things through eyes of faith. Something, that it seems from the sounds of chapters one and two may have very well seemed nearly lost to him at times. It's beautiful. So beautiful, to see the depths of transformation that take place, considering Habukkuk's correct observations about the seen, and God's unchanging character and staunch reference to the unseen (and the present in light of the future). I'm sure that Habukkuk believed himself to be going anywhere *but* chapter three, when he was in the throes of chapters one and two. How often I have found/and find, myself, in this very same place with God. His ways have often not been, nor are they ever, always, my own. He simply chooses and uses people and situations that I would never choose, because they hurt. It's hard. It's lonely. It's just as beautiful to me to see my own heart come around by degrees, as He draws me to Himself , when I might be inclined to run from, or even blame Him (and perhaps do some of both for a time), and then listens and listens and listens, with compassionate, loving, understanding, as he delights in having brought me, once again, to the place where I finally, begin to pour out my "complaints" (many times in passionate discombobulation) in the midst of His allowance. Those things that I never would have chosen for myself, or those I love.

It ends with these beautiful verses, that I committed to memory and held tightly to during the intense transitional period, of God bringing me over from life without Him, to life in Him, nearly 27 years ago, now. So many changes in my life were occurring. So much growth was taking place, at times in the midst of, or following immense sorrow and pain. Things that often came about through circumstances that I wouldn't have chosen and couldn't understand. Things that I could have easily been inclined to feel (and sometimes did) that He should be protecting me from, if He was God and He really loved me.

There is something vital in the sharing of intimate engagement with God. Especially when we're going through hard times. Things will begin to change as we go to him, who we are, as we are, and speak plainly and honestly---which in time, we inevitably come to see that we can do far more freely with Him, than with any human being that we know. Why? Because, He already knows. And, He loves us unconditionally.

Which is another thing that I so love and cherish about my relationship with Him. Love it. Love it. Love it. He can read my mind. So often I think, think, think, and therefore, feel, feel, feel, and am nearly at a loss for the appropriate words to express all that's taking place inside of me, to anyone. What a gift to be able to just quietly (or tearfully, or loudly, confusedly, even angrily) be with God and know that He is taking in even the minutest details of the complex labyrinth of my inner life. Things that I don't even understand myself, and really can't apart from Him. That He's listening--hanging on my every word. And, that like in Habakkuk's life and seemingly hopeless situation, is able to bring about change. Life-changing change, in us, through us and on into the lives of others. It's amazing. Ours is a Gospel of which we need not be ashamed--for certain.

Those verses of the changed heart, at the end say:

Though the fig does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vine
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food.
Though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord
I will be joyful in God my savior.
The sovereign Lord is my strength;
He makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
He enbables me to go on the heights.

Habakkuk 3: 17-19......

Because, as Habakkuk 2:4 says:

the righteous will live by his faith

Just as beautiful, comforting, and encouraging to me, now, as they were those many years ago. He never forgets us. His love for us never changes, despite what painful, confusing circumstances, hardships, and loses in life may say. Only He is able to work all things together for good in our lives. It's a mystery, really, that even though outward circumstances may seem to stay the same, the inside can and will change. And through the "eyes of internal change", the outside circumstances also begin to be seen (and felt and experienced) in an entirely differnt light. He desires this intimate engamement with us far more than we could ever know. Immeasureable riches, that can be obtained by no other means, come to us through this one vital relationship, wherever we are, whatever is happening or not happening in our lives, at any given time.

I'm really grateful that my children will have these words hidden away in their hearts as they journey along, in Him, too. Because, I know that the way will not always be easy for them either, in this life. Above all else, I pray that they know Him--by heart--as Love. People will change. People will fail them. People will hurt them. They will fail themselves. He--never. Never. He loves them and will be ever and always there for them. Anyone or thing, that whispers otherwise, is simply UNtrue. My prayer is that each one of us will always remember that, come what may.

Also, while I'm here, I'd like to tell you a couple of other things. I use to type out the blog posts in the later evening time, while the little ones were snugged into the bed beside the table where I had my laptop set up. Well, that was back in the long ago and far away days of DSL. Now, we are living in the (fickle-ish unpredicatable) world of Satellite Dish. A whole 'nother planet from DSL :o) So, there is no internet connection in that quiet, set-apart place and time that there use to be. It just doesn't work in my room. And, sometimes, there is no internet connection *at all*, not even in the main living area. And, when there is, it's always on the slow-ish side, compared to DSL. Anyways, the changes have made it a little more challenging for me *to* blog, time-wise, quiet-uninterrupted-place-to-think-and-write-wise (that I use to have each evening), and, internet speed and sometimes availability-wise. I just thought I'd share this little bit, for anyone that might be wondering.

That said, well, (thing I'd like to tell you number 2. So you can *feel with me*, if it's also happened to you, and/or for me, if it hasn't ;o) I had this entire post written out--at Flickr--with all those photos, and due to one little tiny hiccup with Flickr, I lost it. All of it, when I hit send (as in send completed post on over to the blog). Now, if I would have been on Firefox (like a smart gal) it probably would have been saved. But, no, I was not on Firefox, but (was foolishly on) Internet Explorer (who has heartlessly eaten more than a few projects of mine, before...sighing and shaking my finger at myself while nodding my raised eye-browed, pursed-lipped, scrunched-nosed, head back and forth in *I told you so* ;o) This said, the *thought* of re-doing it anytime soon, was well....more than a little bit disheartening. Because, by the time I had finished I had those feelings that I can only seem to refer to as *the everlasting flexed arm hang* welling up and washing over, inside of me ;o) (for those of you that remember your days of the Physical Fitness Awards, in school--and hey, I was always going for the *Presidential*. I'm sure you were too ;o)

Anyways, I was determined to share, on or before, Valentines Day, so got a good night's sleep and began typing away, again. I had actually planned to do a window star tutorial the very next day (the day following (the day of the *first completion* of the blog post, but in the end, the day I *re-wrote* the entire blog post. Remember? :o) So, after all was said and done, I was too tired (of re-typing and re-copying and re-pasting) to actually do the go-ahead with the star tutorial. Therefore, many thanks to Laura and Katie, and their just recently discovered (by me) Duo Fiberworks blog, and window star tutorial. Yes?

I was also too tired to even think about including any links whatsoever in the post when I re-wrote it. But, thanks to the wonders of rejuvination, and the fact that I am hereby back, *fresh as a daisy*, I would like to pop a couple important ones on now :o)

My inspiration for deciding to go through a book of the Bible numerous times. At least 20, a lovely lady, who has grown to be dear to me through the reading of her blog, that you might like to visit, if time allows, Kathie, at Island Sparrow. In this post a while back, she shared about her *plan*, which she credited to the beautiul Ann, without an e, V.  shared on her wonderful blog, Holy Experience, a while before *that* (which I had somehow in the ongoing ebb and flow of life, happened to *miss*). So, though I have enjoyed and benefitted greatly from reading and re-reading books of the Bible in their entirety in the past, I hadn't done so in a good long while. And, I don't know that I had ever done so 20 times or more. 

All of this said, I can't tell you what a huge blessing the implementation of this simple plan has proven to be. So much so, that it was a marvel even to me. Because, you see, when the beloved friend that had agreed to read through a book of the Bible 20 times *with me*, chose Habakkuk, I kind of secretly *cringed* inside. Habakkuk?? 20 times, Habakkuk?? Nevertheless, I did say yes, cringing or no (not exposing my secret self, and all it's balking ;o), *and* before I knew it, I found myself thinking (and praying) about that "horrible" book about those ruthless and impetuous Babylonians, and all their dastardly deeds amidst Habakkuk's forthright questionings, morning, noon, and night. Awake and asleep. A fire had been lit inside of me--a passion. Which, of course, as such things have a way of doing, sent out flames that hopped right on over to my children. So, thank-you to each one that blessed me--beyond measure--by being part of God's plan, to get me there and through Habakkuk, those gazillion times. I really am grateful. And, really was blessed. Immeasurably so.

Claire, and I, were blessed to have been asked to sing, at the homegoing--to the arms of Jesus--of one of the dearest, sweetest, ladies I have ever had the privilege of meeting--Pauline. The songs we were asked to sing were two of the three hymns that loved ones gathered 'round her sang--to and over her--with heart-felt conviction, during the last moments of her peaceful passing, from this life to the next (and, she how very special that she was coherant right up until near the very end). Amazing Grace, and Softly and Tenderly. 



At Christmastime, we enjoyed going caroling, as a family, with lots of friends. We went to a nursing home (the time there was so sweet, I had to pull myself away and was the last to go), and another evening, downtown--in and out of restaurants, a pub, and to the local public library. 

Though Pauline's precious son, and his lovely wife, are very dear friends and we meet with them most Sundays for fellowship, up until the afternoon of caroling at the nursing home I had only "seen" her, vicariously, through the eyes of Phil and Jeanette's hearts--which overflowed with love and caring devotion for her. 

'Midst a flurry of jumbled activities upon arrival at the nursing home where she lived, having not yet been introduced to Pauline, my eyes caught sight of a radiantly beautiful woman, sitting so delicately small amidst the large crowd gathered for the time of singing. She was looking my way, smiling  warmly, and softly waving me over. As I knelt beside her wheelchair and took her hand, I was immediately enveloped by the sweetness that flowed out to me--someone she didn't even (yet) know (that she knew, likewise vicariously, through Phil and Jeanette :o). 

I was so touched by her gentle spirit, gratefulness, sweet cheerfulness and  sincere interest and concern in/and for others there, both visitors and fellow residents. All I could think as I listened intently, gazing into her eyes was....she's so beautiful. 

All I could feel, was loved.

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

Maya Angelou

So, last night, I went to and shared in, one of the most beautiful memorial services that I've ever experienced. There was much sadness in the parting, to be sure.....tears and the engulfing sorrow of saying goodbye--even if just for now, to one so dearly loved for so very long. But, there was also so much joy. I kept starting to cry as Phil (who I love so dearly. And, you would too, if you knew him) shared all the precious details of his dear mom's life. She was 88 years old and it was a marvel to me to hear of how much she had given, by choice and from her heart, out to others during that time, even though her own needs were so great for many of those years.

I'm thankful for that set-apart time I had to be with her, face-to-face. Though such a short time, she made an everlasting impression.

I've been thinking about her, and the impact she's had on her son's life (one of the kindest, gentlest, most humble men I know), her beautiful daughter-in-law, her grandchildren, and great children, all through the day, today. We really can't comprehend the impact that our lives will have/and are having, on those that we love. Even the smallest things that we do (though I guess it is the smallest thingsthat add up to the bigger things that matter most. Right?) over time, lay a foundation and begin to build upon it. God takes our little, and is able to make much of it. Despite limitations (and I know there are some really, really heart-wrenching, seemingly hopeless situations--but they're not. Not to Him. Not in Him. And I say this in much tenderness and love) and things being far less than our desired ideal. He (only He) is able to mulitply our faithfulness in the things that can seem nearly insignificant at the time--and for years of repetition, on end.

Jeanette and Pauline.



Phil, Jeanette, and Pauline.



And, that special something
that I recently mentioned in the comments.
For those that happened to notice...
Did I say that it was a someone?
Well, it was.
One of the precious friends that I've met
through the delight and wonder of blog world,
and have grown to love, so dearly through our sharing,
in writing,
over the past 2 years or so.
My sweet, loving, gentle, kind, and caring
beautiful, friend, 
åslaug, 
made her way
all the way
from Norway
to our home
and our family.
And straight away
fit right in
and became a part.
For ten wonderful days.
Ten days that seemed to pass
in the blink of an eye.
And then, 'midst kisses, hugs, goofy smiles, and finally, tears,
she was gone.
Off-and-on-her-way, back to home and her beloved family.
We miss her, and we're praying,
that God would see fit to allow her another visit
in the summer. And perhaps, a bit longer this time.
Thank-you-so much, Tore and Anita, most truly,
for sharing her with us.
For saying, yes, to her coming.

So, having missed you all, having enjoyed and appreciated and been so blessed--at just the right time/s, through each one of your loving, encouraging, notes in the comments, email and snail mail letters,  here's a little bit of a (long over due, I know) visit, through the window of åslaug's stay. Thanks so much for taking the time to come by--and to say hello.

åslaug, from afar.



åslaug, laughter.



Going through old photographs.



Celeisa, my littlest love and Valentine. Turning 3, today.



Celeisa, loving åslaug.





Stranded, Toad. åslaug to the rescue.



Chubb, and Celeisa. Warm snow day.

Reindeer boots.

Things we don't have in Norway. Things we do.

Rosie, wearing, and sewing, an Edwardian apron, for åslaug.

Edwardian apron, completed. Making ready for the mid-day meal.



Parade, on mantel.



Sunlight and lace, on pastel.



åslaug, making window stars, for home.



åslaug, and Julia. All the colors, of window stars.



Early morn sunlight, through window stars.



Sewing a Birdie Sling, for åslaug. 



Birdie Sling, and laughter.



Birdie Sling, completion.



Gathered 'round, thoughtfully.







Looking at åslaug's lovely Norway photos. åslaug, Julia, and Lori.



Playing spoons. Looking at photographs.



Chubb and Julia's pottery. Perfectly green. Thank-you George and Kathy. We love you and miss you.











Julia, in the quiet.

James, listening.



Michael, meditation.



Joseph, ponderance.



The spellbound audience.

Sweet cheeks.



Twin's creation. Left by Christian and Gottleib. Happy birthday, precious little friends.





Sister sharing, huddled 'round Maggie.



Chubb, studying.



Studying Chubb, studying.

Julia and åslaug. (One of many) goofy smile(s), before tearful farewell.

I hope that each of you are very well. Though time hasn't allowed for me to post much these past couple of full and busy months, I'm still here, and am thinking of you and praying for you, with much love. Thanks for thinking of me, and praying for me, too. Thanks for your warm and friendly, loving notes of encouragement. They are such a blessing to me, every single one. More than you could know.

The Lord bless you and keep you, and your sweet families. May He continually hold you closer-than-close, in His unfailing, never-changing love (which He always does--so I guess my prayer is that you'll always know it and never doubt it.) You're more precious to Him than you could ever know.

Happy Valentines Day, sweet friends  :o)
Tenderly, Jewels

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Since a number of you have written asking (which of course you would. I would have, too ;o) how to make the bright and cheery window stars, I'm going to share the information for that here, now. I had actually hoped (and have hoped in the past) to do a window star tutortial, but....just haven't seemed to be able to make it happen. So, when you asked (again) I went and tried to find one-- and did :o)

I make most of mine that very same way as it's done in the tutorial, with the exception of just smudging the glue on each point with a glue stick--I think she's much more careful (and uses far less glue than I do--messy gal that I am ;o) Just so you know that you don't *have to* be quite so careful. So, here's the tutorial.....

for the window stars

And, Michelle found another, even more basic (and cleverly so) tutorial, for those that are interested in giving star-making a go. Thanks very much for your thoughtfulness, Michelle.

A second window star tutorial

And, a few of you have written in response to this post and my unintentional miscommunication, thinking that, I too, was in Norway. I'm really sorry for the confusion. But, no, I'm in the US. Which is what made dear åslaug's visit even sweeter, and the Danish Proverb, that "The road to a friend's house is never long", even more real-to-life true. So, sorry for any confusion there.

Also, while I'm here, I'd like to tell you a couple of other things. I use to type out the blog posts in the later evening time, while the little ones were snugged into the bed beside the table where I had my laptop set up. Well, that was back in the long ago and far away days of DSL. Now, we are living in the (fickle-ish unpredicatable) world of Satellite Dish. A whole 'nother planet from DSL :o) So, there is no internet connection in that quiet, set-apart place and time that there use to be. It just doesn't work in my room. And, sometimes, there is no internet connection *at all*, not even in the main living area. And, when there is, it's always on the slow-ish side, compared to DSL. Anyways, the changes have made it a little more challenging for me *to* blog, time-wise, quiet-uninterrupted-place-to-think-and-write-wise (that I use to have each evening), and, internet speed and sometimes availability-wise. I just thought I'd share this little bit, for anyone that might be wondering.

That said, well, (thing I'd like to tell you number 2. So you can feel with me, if it's also happened to you, and/or for me, if it hasn't ;o) I had this entire post written out--at Flickr--with all those photos, and due to one little tiny hiccup with Flickr, I lost it. All of it, when I hit send (as in send completed post on over to the blog). Now, if I would have been on Firefox (like a smart gal) it probably would have been saved. But, no, I was not on Firefox, but (was foolishly on) Internet Explorer (who has heartlessly eaten more than a few projects of mine, before...sighing and shaking my finger at myself while nodding my raised eye-browed, pursed-lipped, scrunched-nosed, head back and forth in *I told you so* ;o) This said, the *thought* of re-doing it anytime soon, was well....more than a little bit disheartening. Because, by the time I had finished I had those feelings that I can only seem to refer to as *the everlasting flexed arm hang* welling up and washing over, inside of me ;o) (for those of you that remember your days of the Physical Fitness Awards, in school--and hey, I was always going for the *Presidential*. I'm sure you were too ;o)

Anyways, I was determined to share, on or before, Valentines Day, so got a good night's sleep and began typing away, again. I had actually planned to do a window star tutorial the very next day (the day following (the day of the *first completion* of the blog post, but in the end, the day I *re-wrote* the entire blog post. Remember? :o) So, after all was said and done, I was too tired (of re-typing and re-copying and re-pasting) to actually do the go-ahead with the star tutorial. Therefore, many thanks to Laura and Katie, and their just recently discovered (by me) Duo Fiberworks blog, and window star tutorial. Yes?

I was also too tired to even think about including any links whatsoever in the post when I re-wrote it. But, thanks to the wonders of rejuvination, and the fact that I am now I'm back, *fresh as a daisy*, I would like to pop a couple important ones on now :o)

Of course, the links to dear åslaug's blogs (plural). She has two :o) You'll enjoy going to visit her, if and as time allows.

I hope today is a wonderful day for you.The sun is shining delightfully bright and clear, this morning. Makes my heart sing. It's so beautiful. I'm getting things situated so that I can head out for my walk down the road, with Julia, and spend some precious time just *drinking it in*. It's finally snow-free enough after more than a few too-good-to-be-true, extremely warm-ish days, that I can again do so.  And, I am glad, glad, child-like glad, inside, that it's so. Just so you know ;o) And, I'll be sure and wave to Pete for all of you when I go past ;o)

Thanks again for all of your friendly, kind and caring notes of hello. Though time doesn't allow for me to comment on everyone's--so I hesitate to do so on any, lest anyone feel left out and/or hurt--It's nice, so nice, coming by and visiting your blogs, as time allows, and getting to know you, too.

Lovingly, Jewels

A stroll down memory lane...

 

Well, it's been a good long while, so I thought I'd come by and say hello even though I don't have my camera back yet. I have so many photos tucked away that I've hoped to share one day, that I also thought, that I'd just go right on ahead and do so, now. A few special memories, recorded just shortly after I had closed the blog for a time, now over a year ago.  My, how time flies, yes? My, how children grow and change, right before our very eyes. The barely discernible of the day-by-day, becomes strikingly evident when viewed in light of seasons; as I stand looking back on the all-too-quickly-fleeting-days, gone by. And, deep inside my heart whispers, where did they go? How thankful I am for the wonder of photographs for putting memories by. How immeasurably grateful I am for the priceless gift of family and friends to share life and love and magical-memory-making-moments, with.

I actually have a second reason for writing. Special news to share. God has blessed Claire with a precious new life, secreted away and growing, in her womb. She and Wesley are so happy. We all are. Though Claire, Wesley, Josie, and Bug were away spending a wonderful time of Thanksgiving with Jim and Linda--Claire's mama and papa, they called to share the news over the phone, hot off the press. And, needless to say, it was the highlight of our Thanksgiving Day, too :o)

As long as I live, I'll never get over the fact that God chooses to give gifts, in the form of children. Hmmm, to think that each and every one of us, made our way into this world being gifted to someone/s. I do hope that each one of you not only see your children as gifts to you, but you also see you, yourself (uniquely, fearfully, wonderfully made) as a gift to each one that your precious life touches. There isn't, never was, and never will be, anyone, just like you. You're inconceivably special. No one could ever take your place. Your life didn't come to be, nor does it continue on to touch those around it, by chance. These thoughts have invariably flooded my heart and mind each time I myself have been blessed with new life. What a joy to share in the wonder of it all--both Linda, and myself--through the fruit of our own wombs. Simply amazing.

Behold Children are a gift of the Lord,

The fruit of the womb is a reward.    

*~*~*Psalm 127:3                                                                             

    

 

 

 

  

O lord, thou hast searched me, and known me.

Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.

Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.

For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.

Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.

Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?

If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.

If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;

Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.

Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.

For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

*~*~*Psalm 139:1-18

The month of November passed quietly by. Our little corner of the world is, and has been for some time, an endless wonderland of white, with freshly-new-fallen-snow to greet us each morning and carry us intermittently throughout each day. The sun shines, not warm, but bright, and speads a happy cheer over our full and busy days. I told a close friend, yesterday, "The sun is shining down on us especially beautifully today, on-again-off-again in brilliance and intensity (as a succession of-so-wanting-to-snow-or-rain clouds, pass it by).....like it's *feeling*. You know how it does that? Love it. Just love it" :o) It certainly does have it's own singular charm--the shining of the winter's sun. It works extra hard, and we appreciate it especially much.

It's so different, here, from winters past in the area that we moved from--there just down the road from the ocean. Makes my heart sing to see the children so delightedly content, drinking in every drop of childhood's simplest pleasures held out to them for the taking, in winter; sledding, cross country skiing, snowfort and people and animal building and creating, and soon enough ice skating. Outside, rosy-cheeked and red-nosed, every free moment of every day. Then, by-and-by they come tumbling back inside, leaving puddles, puddles, everywhere, as they shed their coats and boots, gloves, mittens, scarves, and hats, and head on over to the welcoming warmth of the woodstove, hot cocoa, popcorn or cookies, picture and story books, board games, baby dolls, drawing, playdough, knitting, sewing, reading, singing and/or playing the guitars (and maybe, one day, the piano, again :o).

Suppertime is oh-so-nice in winter-like late autumn, it seems. The main living-being-and-doing area of the house wrapped in the soul-giving warmth of the snapping, crackling, burning fire--it's smells, sights and sounds...music, and candles and oil lamp light, as the days grow shorter, and darkness ushers us in long before they draw to a close. The big old wooden table, heavy-ladened with good food and drink that's had the house smelling deliciously like a home all through the afternoon. That loud and lively chatter that immeasurably matters, running out and in, over, around and through, intricately weaving together each and every treasured one--once again, gathered around--for today and for always, come what may.

Julia, put in some lovely instrumental Christmas music a couple of weeks ago and we've been listening to it nearly each day since. Special, secret, let's-keep-it-a-surprise, gifts are being made and ferreted away, in preparation for Christmas, which we hope (and pray) will be beautiful and meaningful in it's simplicity, as have been Christmases past.

Big Papa, just called to let me know that he'll be heading out right from work to go and pick up my camera. That's so great. I've  missed it more than I thought I could have. I'll be most thankful to have it back. You know, I was also very blessed through the mishap with my camera. It seems that this time of year there is money going out in so many ways, for so many things unique to preparation for the colder months of late autumn/and winter, and it's various calls for celebration, that I just knew without thinking that I was going to need to settle into the facts and understanding, that my camera wasn't anywhere up near the critical region on the list of needs, and getting it fixed was going to mean a good bit of a wait. Well, God saw fit to graciously provide for me outside of the box, and did so through the gift of a very dear, kind friend (thank-you so very much dear, Raquel) and another gift from James and Joseph--my sons. Remember those two hooligans? (thank-you, too, dear boys). Thoughtful surprises that so touched my heart. Thank-You, God. Truth is, as glad as I'll no doubt be to see it, I think, initially, I'm going to be equally afraid to use it, for fear that I'll break it again!  We'll see :o)

The photos above are of last mid-autumn, in New England, 2007. Hiking and biking. Gathering in and hunkering down. Storytelling and imagining. Facts and figures. Mama and papa, sons and daughters and grandbaby girls. Uncles and aunties and nieces. Sisters and brothers. Littlest mamas and their beloved baby dolls. And, of course, Miss Maggie, when she was but a wee bug, being newly welcomed into our world. That last photo, is of Maggie's (then) tiny tootsies snuggled into the sweet, soft and warm gift of booties, hand knit by the lovely, kind, thoughtful and giving (not to mention talented and *c-u-t-e*, to boot(ie). Yes, hear, hear!, Stephen really got the *big fish*, didn't he!) little jenny wren. Haven't seen these in a good while, have you, JAM? Wish you'd make me a pair. I mean with all this snow and cold weather and all.

I hope that each one of you and your families had a lovely day of Thanksgiving. There is so much to be thankful for throughout every day, isn't there. Thank-you (so much) for your encouraging, kind, caring, loving notes in the comments and emails--again, for sharing your lives and hearts with me and mine. I/and we, so enjoy and appreciate every single one. It's a joy and a privilege, bit-by-bit, getting to know many of you, through your sweet sharing in your notes and your blogs.

With love, care, and friendship, sincerely, Jewels

Congratulations to Rebecca, on the swift and beautiful birth of her littlest, Bunkin. She's so chubby-cheeked and adorable. Lots of very lovely photos of sweet baby girl, and, there's the birth story. We all love those :o) Rejoicing with you. Rest well, little mama.

While I've been away...

A Simply Lovely Life

The days have grown shorter and considerably colder. In fact, just as we began to get settled in to the slower, quieter, days and ways of mid-autumn and all things cosiest of home, an amazing snow took us by storm, leaving us with no power for several days. Though it did have it's challenges (ummm, no washing machine, for one), I have to say, that those days without were really quite nice. Oil lamps and candles burning up until bedtime (and at our bedsides). Snug and cozy. Peacefully quiet. A magical slow-time that seemed somehow so different, richer, fuller, than time as we typically know it. Like a long, contented, deep sigh with your eyes closed. Hustle and bustle were no where to be found. Only 3 days, but they seemed like so much more.





The hickory rockers, trundled in from the front porch, happily situated 'round the wood stove and the nearly continuous glow of it's radiating warmth, stand serving as home-base to snugglie bundled, littles, middles, biggles, and the mama and the papa. Tucked in close, reading, writing, hand-sewing, chattering away about this, that, and the other thing, and here and there nodding off for a bit of a pleasant afternoon's dreaming, or indulging in the sweet pleasure of holding and rocking a little one that's doing so.



The time of apple picking, cider pressing, delicious food shared with beloved friends, came and went all too quickly. How very special it was, and how much we'll look forward to it's timely coming, Lord willing, once again. The cider has been such a treat, gracing table after table gathered around and spread, with the shared nourishment of body and soul. How sweet, the fruit of memories made.











































No sooner it seemed had the festivities of the weekend come and gone, and we were bitten by a bug. A virus, that's been making it's way one-by-one, to greater and lesser degrees, through the family, since.

Like moving to music soft and slow, we've instinctively aligned ourselves with it's unexpected coming, embracing the changes--which, as with the snow storm, seem to primarily be *time* changes, in the rhythm and flow of our days--that arrive, and settle in to stay for awhile, when sickness makes a stay.

As pleasantly warm, nurturing, and necessary to healing as it is to spend the greater time curled up in quiet together, looking at picture book after picture book, listening to stories and enjoying cups of tea and warm milk with honey, watching a favorite film here and there, there are still countless essential things calling to be done, though perhaps at a snail's pace, if mama's (and her wonderful helpers, large and small, are) sick, too.

Meals to be prepared--hearty chicken soups from the hundred chickens.

Dishes to be washed.

Laundry to be washed, hung out, folded, and put away.

Goats to be milked.

Chickens to be fed and eggs to be gathered.

There are beds to be made and floors to be swept.

Diapers to be changed and warm bubbly baths to be given.

And how thankful you are for that soft light of the candles and oil lamps flickering to music softly playing.

As home, and all that makes it so, keeps running, a bit more slowly, but steadily. A gentle, peaceful place of rest. A cozy nest, while we patiently wait for wellness to return.

How very great is the potential for love to be communicated in the most simple, basic ways--without and beyond words--during a time of sickness. Even far more it seems than during just the ordinary days of our regular rhythm and routines. Children's heart's open-wide to every little bit of tender, loving nurturing that's held out to them when they're sick, tired, uncomfortable. Dependent.

One of the priceless things that God has lovingly sought to teach me throughout the multi-faceted, ever-changing seasons of motherhood, is to quietly let go and flow with the inevitable upsets that occur in life. Things we don't and can't plan for, that of their nature replace other things that might be more pleasant and desirable and what we would have chosen if we had a choice. Turning in and settling down--at home. Expecting much less of myself and everyone else. Laying aside any extra and/or measure of perfection in, the do-ings, in celebration of the sweet be-ings just waiting to be had, if my desire is to make it through these times of sickness or sorrow or change, in the soft, gentle way of His grace. The way that nurtures and gives life, peace and rest, rather than the stress, anxiety, and unrest for everyone, that results if we pull and strive against what is, as though it isn't, wishing it were otherwise.

How very much there is for us to learn, and for each one that we love and care for to learn, in each and every situation that God lovingly allows. How very much can be done even when we're tired and weak, simply by way of loving words and tender affection.

And, the important thing to remember I continuously find, is that each one *is* lovingly allowed. He's there, day and night, light or darkness, for the pressing into and casting of our own needs, weaknesses and cares upon. He whispers... don't care what anybody thinks, take as long as you need and do what's best and right, for yourself, and those I've entrusted to your care. Be led by Me, in every situtaion. You rest--in Me. Remember, that I cause all things to work together for good for those that love me---always, in all ways.

We won't regret it when we move all around to create the time and space for allowance of whatever we find ourselves in the midst of. We can't do everything all the time. No particular situation lasts forever. Sickness. A move. Little ones that need more of the undivided attention of their mama. Time with our husbands. Setting our homes in a more orderly way, a more peace-filled, beautiful way.

When we're free to order things aright within the organic, fluidly moving, ever-changing framework that God daily sets in motion anew, our lives and our homes, our families, will be a refuge, a place of love and rest, for many--not just in our families, but for for all that enter into our little corner of the world that God's given us to watch over and tend to, throughout the various seasons of our life and all the many unique situations that each one holds. His yoke is easy and His burden is light.

I've been reminded once again, during this time of prolonged sickness; having to slow down myself, and having many--deep heart, rooted in the most practical ways of affection and servanthood--reasons to slow down for those around me (as they too have had each for the others), to let go of my own plans, hopes, dreams, desires (small and/or large, short term and/or long term) if and as necessary. To live and love fully, by God's grace, with a single eye upon what is set before me, entering into it entirely, knowing that that it will indeed soon pass and there is much to be found of great value in it's midst. In the ways that fill a heart and make a person, bit-by-bit. We are doing a great work, in the little things. In time, the fruit will be sweet.

Because, the real beauty, well, there is some-kind-of-wonderful during the autumn season of a mother's life (and remember I'm a granny, now ;o), when she thankfully realizes that not a bit of it was in vain, as she gets to see and taste experiencially the wonder of this particularly vital aspect of her mothering career--the gentle nurturing and tender affection and sacrifice--going around and coming around, right on back to her ten-fold. And, not just to her, but on and on and on, as love multiplies. It takes time, but gives back in priceless ways. The very ones that we take the time to lovingly take sensitive notice of and care for, not only grow to do the very same for *us*, but also instictively for the many others that their lives touch.

And, it all begins at home, in the smallest most seemingly insignificant ways, moment-by-moment, throughout the holdings of each day. It is so often during the difficult, stretching times that so much of what we desire with all of our hearts to *teach* to our chilren can be effortlessly *caught* by them. Because the needs are greater, and love is absorbed. Soaked up like a sponge.

Isn't this the very same way that it is for us in our relationship with God? How sensitive we are to His loving care and provision when we are in great need. The only sad difference, I'm afraid, is that oftentimes as adults our hearts have lost the sweet, soft, trusting innocence of childhood, because they've been hurt or neglected, and on our end it's not quite as easy to sit still, accept our need and dependence, nestle in and receive this perfect, unconditional love, that is so longing to embrace us, saturate every fiber of our being, and fill us to overflowing.

What better way to open our own hearts to God's life and love, if we didn't grow up in such an atmosphere ourselves, and/or we find it difficult to recieve it from God, than to just open-wide and let it begin with us and our own husbands and our children. It may feel a bit awkward at first, but not for long. How little we have to give to begin to set the cycle in motion and before we know it experience the matchless beauty of seeing it returned. People need to... love to.... be loved. I marvel at how easily we can serve as an open door to God's life, which is love.

A visit had been planned for some time with one of my very dearest friends, Kel, and I was so hoping that everyone would be well enough for it to happen. Though I do believe it's in many ways true, as the Danish proverb says, that "the road to a friend's house is never long", a nearly 6 hour trip for a friend's beloved children (who I'd hoped would continue to consider me their friend as well, after so many long hours in the car making their way, my way) was truly a gift of love. Kelly decided to brave the storm (of our lingering sickness) and come with 7 of her 12 beautiful children even though she knew that they might pay for it for weeks to come.

She came bearing gifts as well. 50 lbs of wheat, some of her delicious homeade bread and lots of other grandmotherly type goodies. So wonderful. A gal after my own heart. In fact, my long-standing affectionate nickname for her is Grandma K, and she's so good about it. I suspect she secretly really likes it. Well, I know she does. And she should, as it is the supreme compliment ;o) My own Grandma Kay lived only a block away from us throughout my childhood and was quite a woman. She comes from hearty stock, has a huge heart, and made a huge impression on my life, with her loving, caring, kind and giving ways. I have a storehouse of childhood memories made by her side. I love her so dearly and have sadly lived very far away from her for my adult life, so have seen her very little. Also, sadly, she is entirely lost in the world of Alzheimer's Disease, and has been for a number of years. My grandma is very blessed to have 4 wonderful children that watch over and out for her, as her needs are now so great, now. It was no small thing for Kelly to be dubbed Grandma K, and having Kelly as my friend is no small thing for me. It's very good of God to go right on living and loving us through people, hand-picked, in the kindest most caring ways, throughout the changing seasons of our lives. He's so good.

"A friend loveth at all times..."                                                                                                 Proverbs 17:17

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”         1 Corinthians 13: 4-7

Kelly has been one of those friends to me, and I treasure the gift.

Interestingly enough, I, who I believe has managed to be the sickest of all through this entire affair, was sick--really sick--the days before, and for a few days following the visit, but felt "right as rain" the day they were here. Amazing. Thank-you God.

The day couldn't have been nicer, and I couldn't hold the memories we made more dear. Seven of the most beautiful children in the world chose to willingly succumb (by coming to my house ;o) to the unreasonable amount of hugs and kisses and tickling that I have been storing up for them since we moved away many months ago.

Truth is, they had no choice but to, as I am bigger than them all. Not faster, mind you, but to honestly give credit where credit is due, I do have to say that I have this special God-given knack for grabbing even the wriggliest, wiriest, least cooperative, tickle-hug-and-kiss-ees and gathering in all the sweet hugs and kisses and wriggles and giggles that my little ole heart desires. I'm really good (really good) at (entirely feigned) ignoring (of) them for brief periods as a diversion so that I can slowly meander on by and reach out and catch them, off-guard.  Isn't this beginning to sound like a Dicken's novel?
You know, like Peggotty, in "David Copperfield", not Mrs.Squeers, in "Nicholas Nicklelby".  ;o)

We had enchiladas baking in the crockpots in the early morning, the table/s were spread and how special it was to share a meal together when everyone got a bit rumblie in the tumblie. It was delicious and delightful.

Partway through the visit our beloved neighbor, Pete (remember we passed his house on our stroll?), came driving up in his car (yes, at 92 years old, Pete still drives. Isn't that wonderful?). And, he came bearing the gift of a great-big-beautiful pineapple upside-down cake! And, if you can believe it, he had baked it for us himself just a short while before he came by. It was a sheet cake and after a nice hour or so long visit, Pete flipped the cake for us--much to the delight of all--and then made his way back down the road and home. So, after gathering around the table for a lovely shared meal, we enjoyed Pete's amazing cake and a huge amount of apple crisp that all the children had made for dessert. What a great day.

Now for a little "I told you so". Aren't they adorable children! Let's start with Miss Chubbiest Little Legs in the World. I could just eat her up, she's so sweet. I can't tell you how much fun I had, just watching her in her own little world, loading and unloading and loading and unloading apples, traipsing around in any and everyone else's shoes. I'm only sorry you only get to see her in these still photos. She definitely got the gears of my mind turning, trying to figure out how I could get some short video clips up on the blog.

Anyways, prepare to be majorly "cute-i-fied". :o)







She only stopped her (serious) busyness long enough to have an occasional stare-down, with me. I have about a hundred of these shots. You really had to be there to get the full effect. Way too cute.
And, it almost seems criminal to have to leave off her way-down-deep belly laugh, that comes out if you catch her off-guard. Which of course was my all or nothing goal and only reason for living for a while there. ;o)



She's chuckling here, you just can't hear it. And, for that I'm really sorry. Next time I'll have the video thing figured out. Promise.



How about this handsome guy. Are those kissable cheeks, or what? I ask ya. Nope. Truth is....I tell ya.....*yes* they are. Extremely so. ;o)





Very, very, cute and very, very, kissable, huggable, loveable. Is Kelly blessed or what??



She knows she is. And, here she is.... with love bug number 4 of this line-up. Love Bug number 4, another one of my sweethearts. Love this little gal--lots. She spent her entire day trying to evade my camera (little stinker ;o)--quite successfully--so you can imagine my excitement when I saw her hands down and eyes wide-open in this one. Yes! I was going to put Kelly in the upcoming beautiful set, but she's holding this cute-i-ful (and is pretty cute, herself, youhavetosay ;o) , so here she goes.



I had to sneak the photos of the older cuties that have blossomed into beauties, while they weren't looking.







All of the above, likewise very kissable, huggable, love-love-loveable. All my sweethearts.

And, how about this incredible pineapple upside-down cake, that Pete made for us. I still can't believe it. What a thoughtful gift.

When sickness comes to visit a large family it does just what it seems that it would do...slowly passes through, one-by-one-by-one, and stays for more than a little while. I smile to think how the quiet days and ways of sickness are interspersed with colorful fireworks of creativity during the restless rumblings of not-quite-recovered-but-getting-there.

It's as though everyone here--myself included--can only take so many hours and days of laying low, reading/being read to, writing, drawing, listening to music, no matter how sickly and off-kilter you might feel, before a spritz of activity (which may very well render you sick a little longer, too, but it seems, just can't be helped, and is oh so worth it) overtakes, and resting, or a tidy house and even a fair amount of the essential chores--for as long as can be tolerated--are cast to the wind. We have a good number of these windows that have been thoroughly enjoyed.

Nicholai, eight, who has a particular fancy for making moblies, has been busy finger knitting away, working on gifts for another blessedly simple Christmas. He whittles the wood, finger knits the yarn, and makes the arrangements from his miles and miles of lovely handwork. I count each one that he had made for me among my greatest treasures.



Julia and Rosie have been engaged in a sew-a-long--side-by-side--for a good part of a couple of days. Julia has made outfits for each of the little ones. Birthday outfits, from a few simple patterns that we've worked up, for Aimaija's gloriously special 5th birthday. Cute. Cute. Cute, let me telll you. How it blesses my heart that she so loves to do this, without me even thinking to ask (I'm too sick to, remember? :o)



And the birthday outfits.

The under-layer. 

Here's a nice basic pattern for bloomers, but you can easily make a pattern by tracing a child's pair of pants in your child's size, and widening the legs to make them more full if you like, or using a pajama bottom pattern--which will usually have fairly wide legs to begin with, and most often a pretty high rise, too, which is essential over cloth-diapered, wool-soakered bottoms. Peasant blouses can easily be made without a pattern, and here's a tutorial for making one, if you've never done so before and would like to give it a try. If you'd prefer to use a pattern, I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult to find a basic pattern in one of the pattern catalogs.



And, the little over-smocks, which like aprons, are very straightforward and easily made up without a pattern. Just a simple front and back bodice piece cut out for under the arms, two straps, a gathered skirt and a couple of button holes. Here's a great tutorial, by Meg McElwee, of Sew Liberated (her older blog was Montessori by Hand, which is where this tutorial is), for one similar to the one we make, for those that are interested in giving it a go. You could easily extend the sides of the bodice and cut out for under the arms on both front and back pieces and sew the side seams closed, and could lengthen the bodice pieces as well. This one that Meg makes is so sweet just the way it is, but I thought I'd make mention of changes that could easily be made, for those would like to experiment and branch out in their sewing creativity a bit. This would be a really good starting point. We always make really full skirts, just because I like all the mobility it gives the little gals, who are always on the go. And, because I think they're really cute that way. Meg, also has some other very nice sewing patterns, including a couple of apron patterns, in her shop. We love her Emmeline apron.

Actually, sewing seems to work by domino effect, aroung here. When one gets to feeling well enough to sew, everyone that's not on their death bed is right up alongside them, sewing too. It's really nice that the sewing room is situated on the big, bright, back porch just off of the dining room and kitchen. Seems to draw like a creativity magnet for this reason.



And, remember all the love for those cloth napkin diaper-pinned bonnets?



Well, it's still goin' on, but the gals have moved up a notch and are sewing their own, again, too. The latest, these simple, little 2-minute, one-seamed caps, are being sewn up on the machine--like there's no tomorrow. If you were to come by they would have one whipped up--in your size and on your head, before you made your way out the door. Just so you know. You've been forewarned, as I'll probably be sure get a photo of you for the blog ;o)



Members of the Future Seamstresses of America club. And, mighty proud :o)



And Chubb, kindly sewing stuff for the dollhouses and furniture that he (also kindly) makes for the little ones. While he's been a bit under the weather he's had his nose buried in a couple of big, fat, history books--drinking them in. During his more lively moments he's finished up an adorable wooden doll's house, that he made on a whim from plywood scraps for/and with the little ones, and one that he made for Aimaija for her birthday.











Sophia....the autumnal paper chain queen. Must decorate the infirmary.



James, very kindly put shelves into a tall, narrow, closet--that didn't have a door, in the sewing room, for me. Not only do I like the way it looks much better as a bookcase, but it's much more practical this way. It looks even better now filled to overflowing from top to bottom, with an assortment of books.



Today, he's outside building a new henhouse for his girls.

Joseph, reading, reading, and more reading, while he wasn't feeling well. No sewing. No carpentry. No baking. Just curled up reading. This would be a wonderully ancient copy of "David Copperfield" that he's (once again, stirring up those good memories of childhood feels :o) wrapped up in, here.

And me, well yes, I've had my own little bursts of creative rumbling amidst my coughings, wheezings, moanings and groanings, too.

Last week, Big Papa picked up the freshly-cut board that was to be the long window shelf in our sewing room, from our Amish neighbor's saw mill--kindly for free, and it was just begging to be sanded down nice and smooth, painted ,and put into place and use.

As it (of course) took all of my energy to orchestrate and supervise, I managed to inspire the gals to go to town sanding away for me, as seen in that very first photo (...way......way.....far above and long ago, in this post. Remember it?? ;o)

They sanded it smooth as silk and then I set to work painting it a creamy, golden, antique-mustardy color that spells relax, relax, and come and create, to me......and to everyone else here that's been trained under my tuteledge, it seems ;o)





And, in true "if you give a mouse a cookie" fashion, once I had the shelf painted and on it's way to it's final resting place atop the brackets on the back porch windows, I couldn't help but dive right in--the following day--and do what I had been planning to do all summer, and didn't.....paint the apron and legs of the sewing table the very same. That mustardy, creamy, golden yellow of the shelf and, gulp, each large bookcase that sits alongside the table (which I did in fact manage to paint this summer).

I am, it seems, presently, the "queen of color coordination" or is it the "queen of mono-coloristics", or would it be the "queen of mustard"? Though I think I might actually like the shelf the same berry color as the trim on the windows--in time--I do so love the color of the farm/sewing table base being the same as the shelves that it sits alongside. I can definitely do mustard, mustard, everywhere, and everybody else seems pleased enough, for now :o) Truth be told, I'll forget all about it in just a few days. So, in the end, it seems, this whole paragraph is just me, on a a big fat roll of "much ado about nothing".  Mustard, mustard, mustard.... :o)



So, there you have it now, the finished sewing room. Nothing fancy, but it sure is easily accessible, open and inviting. This photo was taken the day after the big snow, that I also shared in the photos far, far, above. Everything was all snowlight and dreamy the entire day, so the photos are a little on the dark side. But, you get the idea. One of Nicholai's lovely fingerknitted mobiles are hanging in the window to the left. I'm hoping to do a post sharing more about them. He's done so many and they're all so nice.



Another family of friends that we're so very blessed to know and love, and be known and (even though, still :o) loved by, blessed us with the gift of various cuts of their freshly harvested pork, a portion of which is at this very moment in our oven roaster, roasting away 'til Big Papa's homecoming and the supper hour.

Thanks so much for your emails and notes in the comments, for your sweet hellos and the thoughtful get well's, too. You're all very kind. My beloved pal of the lovely smiling eyes, little jenny wren, knowing that we were all sick, was suppose to come by and clean the house and do some laundry, but so far she's been a *no show*. Sigh.....though we do always notice that those last little tasty bits of leftover dessert from the evening before, are somehow always mysteriously missing in the morning. She's very sweet. Hmmm, no wonder ;o)

When I revive a bit more I'll get around to sharing the fruit of our "creative jazz" that was interspersed amidst and throughout, the "dreamy-slow-and-lazy-flute-harp-and-violin-quiet" of our days-upon-days of sickness. I haven't forgotten the autumn salad recipe, and the big burn, and it's treatment and healing transformation (though I don't usually do ugly things on the blog--and this was ug--ly, I may just have to go ahead and share it anyways :o). A few more quiet days or so of resting up and I think everyone will be well out of the woods and on their way. I hope :o)

My last bit of news--just hot off the press-- is to sadly say (as I have grown more than a little attached to this little material thing), that just the other day--when I got that magical shot of the morning after the several days of snowfall had come to an end--it seems it was so bright, that it somehow managed to damage the shutter on my camera (though I'm likin' to think that it was just it's time to go), which is now in the shop. But, as I just got word moments ago, it will have to sent away to be repaired (where they can bring out the big guns), to the tune of a couple hundred dollars which just isn't in the budget right now. So, it seems I'll be away for a little while, again. Good thing I store up all this stuff to share in one fell swoop, huhn?, seein' as how it takes several (dozen) visits to read and take in all the photos. So, I'll be back, soon as things are squared away in the camera department, and will look forward to seeing you then.

In the meantime, perhaps you can go for a visit with some of the sweetest, giving, most encouraging neighbors that one could ever hope for. If you've never been, I know you'll be so blessed:

Rhonda Jean, of the huge, kind and caring, giving heart, that takes lots of precious time to share many, many, inspiring, encouraging, and practical things. Her blog is like a great big love gift to those desiring to make home, simply beautiful, with what you have in your hand. She is super friendly, warm, and encouraging. She and her beloved, Hanno, have so much of value to share. I'm so grateful for the blessing they've been to our family.

She also just began another blog, the simple green frugal-co-op, with a number of likewise, very kind and caring folks with lots of practical good stuff to share. It's a wonderful idea and has taken right off. Another labor of love, from which many (especially during these difficult financial times for many) will benefit greatly.

My precious friend, and little sister, åslaug, who has, for a time, left her family in Norway to go and serve as an au pair to a family in Ireland. I just received a snail mail letter from åslaug a couple of days ago, and have to tell you that her love for the Lord and every thing and one that He loves, brings tears to my eyes, again and again and again. Do take time and read around on her blog as you can. It is filled with priceless jewels. She shares so beautifully from her heart, which overflows with thankfulness.

Tami, so very dear to me as well, has a soft, quiet, gentle spirit and a peace-filled spot, where she shares about her life, through the eyes of her heart. She celebrates all things--great and small, and delights in the simple, content with what she has. She's a lovely example of gaining your life by losing it, in and for, those that you love.

Brenda, shares so openly and honestly about all that she has learned as a lover of Jesus, her husband, children, family and friends, along life's way, which hasn't always--past or present--been easy. She too, holds out warmth, comfort, friendship and encouragement in gentle, loving, practical ways, most freely and generously. And, like Charlotte in "Charlotte's Web", is a great writer, and like Wilbur in the same, "some pig". I've said it before (much to Brenda's chagrin, I'm sure ;o) I'll say it again.

Suzanne, so sincere and sweet, sweet, sweet. I've had the privilege of actually meeting Suzanne, face-to-face and can't tell you how much I enjoyed the time that I got to spend with her. She's sisterly, warm, caring and kind. The type of person that would do anything that she could for you. She also opens her heart and home, loves to cook and sew and encourage.

Katie, at the Rose Garden, is another treasured little sister. Her blog; her family, her life, is just beautiful. Her little daughter, Greta Rose, is....well, too sweet.....as you'll soon see when you get there. Like åslaug, Katie will bless you with her simple love for the Lord, her family, for the abundant life she's been blessed with, in Him. Like all the other gals, she likewise very creatively makes much of little and is immeasurably grateful for all that she has.

And, Katie's lovely mama, Melissa, who like me doesn't seem to have a whole lot of time to blog, during this particular season of her life, but when she does, and what she has shared, is heart-felt, artful and encouraging, shared in the loveliest way. Going by her blog is--like all of the blogs that I've shared, here--like going for a visit to her warm, inviting home, filled with life and love. Katie is definitely an "apple that didn't fall very far from the tree", of her sweet mama. It's really special to see how much of Melissa there is in her precious daughter, Kat.

I guess that's what I love and appreciate the very most about each one of these precious gals---Smiling Eyes included in the bunch (once you go by her snug and cosy house and are showered with her welcoming love, you won't want to leave, and she's not the type to kick you out ;o) it's just like going for a visit to their homes and spending time with them, and those and what they love and treasure in life. If you haven't yet met any/or some of them, I do hope time will allow for you to go by for a visit.

Much love to each of you.Thanks so much for taking the time to come by and to share your hearts and lives. I enjoy every single one of your notes so much. The Lord bless you and keep you and yours, each precious one.

Warmly, Jewels

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow

A Simply Lovely Life

Hello dear friends,
I have a few moments, before heading in to get snuggled on the couch with the little ones to read, and read some more, of their stack of lovely stories, and then make our way into a bit of math and some writing. I thought I'd see if I could get a note quickly typed out, this-early-morning, and then just before lunch, or after, pop in and add some photos to the note. That's the plan. So, I'll get a move on here, and then be back a bit later, Lord willing, to add the photographs and send off the post.

I have lots of sewing to do. Hopefully I'll make great progress, today, on some cool weather frocks and smocks for the little girls, and some longies--that are already cut out, from some (in the process of being) re-purposed wool sweaters, and waiting to be sewn.

There are a good number of preparations to be made for a bit of the weekend away--to a fall festival at a lovely camp on a lake, just a short distance from home. We'll take as many bushels of apples as we can gather, to be pressed into cider while we're there. We seem to have about 4 now, after 3 days of everyone gobbling, gobbling, gobbling up, what we've already picked, but we plan to stop back by and pick some more at an orchard along the way. We're planning/hoping, to get about 3 gallons or so per bushel. The apples themselves are just delicious. I'm so looking forward to enjoying their sweet nectar, straightaway, with some stored for later. The amish cleverly press theirs and then just store it all in one large container--outside, now that it's cool enough to do so. We're still scratching our heads and thinking on just what we could use for our large container, which would make it more convenient for storing. Any ideas?

Looking forward to the weekend's delights; dear friends, good food, and great fun. Lots of time in the beautiful outdoors. Cider pressing. Soap making.

We're sure enjoying our lovely new flock of chickens--for eggs. It's a small flock to begin--for our large family--but we hope to be adding to it, soon enough. I love the chickens. And though I'm glad that these aren't for eating (and we won't be saying a sad good-bye), we sure are enjoying, and have been so thankful for, the ones that were. Oh, how the children are doting on those chickens. The hens are laying and the little ones are scooping them up--still warm. Happy chickens, lots of nice, fresh, healthy eggs :o)





James and Joseph are off and away this morning, working with our dear amish friend, Rudy. They're putting a roof on a nearby house. What a beautiful time of year to be spending your entire day, outside in the fresh air and sunshine. They recently finished putting a nice new dormer on an old farmhouse. The work has been such a blessing for them, as the gardens have slowed down and died back, in rest.

They've leaned so much experientially over the years. In addition to the first-hand experience they've been blessed to obtain through countless opportunities that have come their way--past and present--I can't tell you how many books they've read and films they've watched on alternative house building, namely, strawbale and cob, that this mama has kept steadily funneling their way.

Then, there's all of the amazing stone building that the Nearings did, and they love to read about them. I do, too. I guess we all do.

I'm still patiently (and ever hopefully), waiting on my outdoor cob oven to be built (and have been waiting for about 8 years, now. Sigh ;o) and.... a cob wall around a small and cozy portion of the back yard and garden would be especially nice, too, wouldn't it. I guess I'd have to say that I'm probably glad that they never actually came to be built at our old house. I would have been immeasurably sorry to have had to leave them. But, I guess it could have been seen as experience. And, well, no, I take that back. I guess I'm not glad. Really, not glad at all. I hate to think of all-the-many crusty loaves of bread (and cheese and fireside meals) and countless pizzas that we never enjoyed because the guys let me down in the cob oven department. Heavy sigh, raised eyebrows, pursed lips and scrunched-up nose.....

In fact (wheels turning), soon as I'm done here, I'm going to go and get the books off the shelves, give them a good dusting and set them right out under everyone's noses....where they'll be sure to be picked up and re-read. Yeah, that's the plan. They can read up during the rest of fall and winter and set right to work in the early spring. Hmmm... maybe for our family movie night, tomorrow night, I'll slide in a well-worn cob building video. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

Well, anyways, I'm still highly hoping that they happen--sometime. I still have 4 wonderful sons, here (and Wesley's just down the road, isn't he? Five, well, that's a work crew, for sure!) and a couple of these good strong fellas are for certainly going to be around for *a long while*, yet. Hmmmm, who knows? I am feeling really inspired right now. And, what am I thinking??! What about the girls? I have 5 of them, too! Hmmm, it does seem like something's beginning to gel, here, doesn't it? Maybe, I'm just settled in enough here at the new homestead, that's it's time for a couple of my fondest, longstanding (and inexpensive, too--that's a bonus, right? We're just talking dirt and straw and barefooted children.) dreams to begin to be resurrected and come true. Maybe my vision of a little cob cottage somewhere on the property (that I can move into when I'm old(er ;o) will even come to fruition, too. Oh, just the thought of it all has made my day. I'll keep you posted. Let's see, there's my birthday, and mother's day, and........

But, back to the boys (James and Joseph), they sure do enjoy Rudy. He's a wonderfully kind, caring and thoughtful man, just like his father, Eli. And, he has a great sense of humor, just like his dad--who everyone in my family happens to be missing a great deal,now that he's recently moved with his beloved and children--about an hour and a half away. Though the boys have been able to drive to each place that they've worked in 10 minutes, it takes Rudy about an hour to get there in his horse and buggy. Truth be told, I kind of envy Rudy's (and all the other amish's) leisurely drive/s through the spring, summer, and autumn countryside. I think the boys do, too. I'm sure it gets hard as the days grow shorter and colder, though. And, harder still in the winter. My heart starts aching for them, then.

The farmhouse they just finished up working on, is the farm far-and-away-off-down-to-the-left on this long-winding-ribbon of country road....



In our new home we were able to get our sewing room and all of the craft supplies and books happily situated on the bright and sunny back porch. It's been great having everything right at hand and plenty of natural light to work by. Just plain nice to be able to walk over anytime and work on our latest projects or do a quick bit of mending. I am so grateful. Makes my heart sing to have one or another of the children almost continually busy working on something in there.

Well, I had hoped to share the recipe for this simple and delicious, colorful autumnal  salad--below, today, but I still need to get some basic measurements figured out as it's one of those recipes that's easily thrown together with the bit of this and that you have on hand. Which is nice, but I guess a bit of a recipe is most times a good and necessary starting point....and then  the sky's the limit. So, since time has gotten away from me this morning and the little ones are waiting, I'll save sharing the recipe for another time, hopefully soon. Hopefully, before winter sets in. :o)



Love all the autumn harvest meals. Potatoes--from Eli's--with mushroom gravy, and squash. And the rainbow colors of cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, apples,and onion salad. And, freshly-brewed Kombucha (which I'll be re-visiting, soon :o)



I hope that each of you have a special day with those you love. I hope you're able to enjoy today, and not worry about tomorrow. Do remember, that you're free to do so. My heart does go out to those of you that are carrying especially heavy burdens, and I pray that God would not only carry them, but lovingly carry you. And, as only He is able, put your hearts and minds at rest. I pray that He holds you especially near to his tender heart....and loves you, loves you, loves you, deep inside.

I hope that each one of you will be entirely free to be yourselves. Just as you are, Right where you are. Without apology or feeling like you have to live up to anyone else's expectations--group or individual--and know that that's your special, priceless, gift to those around you. A gift that no one else can give.

The sun is so bright and warm, here, today. The leaves are continuting to turn every lovely shade imaginable of yellow, red, brown, green and gold.....and falling, falling, to the ground. I was so taken aback by the beauty, yesterday, as with each strong wind that blew through the branches of the apple trees, the leaves trembled, all in one accord and looked to be hundreds of birds, fluffing their feathers and fluttering their wings in preparation for one great ascent.......

And then, a scattering cloud of them would gracefully rise and then drifting but a short ways, fall, wafting their way back down, down, down, to the piece of earth beneath the very tree upon which they were born, lived out their lives and will come to rest, beneath, over and in time, entering in to once again, and becoming a part of, as the circle and cycle, continues on. It was so pretty, I just sat there for the longest time drinking the magical wonder of it all.

I do love the autumn.

I love God's creation.

I love God.

He's so good,

So caring,

So sensitive,

So kind,

Always.

Life can be hard,

So hard for each of us, at times.

And no one understands that more than He does.

And He loves us.

Loves us... 

especially tenderly and compassionately,

in the midst of the darkness,

uncertainties,

tears,

confusions,                                                                                                                               

struggles, 

and great and tragic losses                                                                                              

that don't make sense,                                                                                                                  

and we can't just make stop or go away                                                                                          

by wishing, or hoping, or trying.

And, their accompanying sorrows

that we must endure.

He is there.

light of day,

dark of night.

Always.

Never busy or preoccupied.

Desiring to lead us through the labyrinth                                                                                  

however intricate and complex 

it may be,                                                                                                         

or dark                                                                                                                                       

and endless it may seem.

To gently hold us close,                                                                                                                    

and carry us,

if need be.

He loves us. He loves us. He loves us.

Do embrace, and thank Him for, every single drop of the beauty, the peace, the joy, that He lovingly sends your way throughout the many moments of each day, but know that He is with you and for you, and loves you especially tenderly, when the darkness comes and the cold winds blow, and the rest of the world seems to be making it's way ahead, without you. He is there and no one could ever understand like the very one, the only one, that knows you through and through. Because, He's the very one that delicately formed you in your mother's womb. He held you then, knew you then, loved you then. As He does now, and will, always.

A few photos from our lovely yesterday. And loving wishes for a beautiful today, for each of you and yours. Thanks for coming by. Thanks for being so sweet. So caring. So kind.

With much love, Jewels

FAITHFUL

Like the star
That shines afar
Without haste
And without rest,
Let each man wheel with steady sway
Round the task that rules the day,
And do his best!

 

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MORE AND MORE

 

Purer yet and purer
I would be in mind,
Dearer yet and dearer
Every duty find;
Hoping still and trusting
God without a fear,
Patiently believing
He will make it clear.

Higher yet and higher
Out of clouds and night,
Nearer yet and nearer
Rising to the light--
Light serene and holy--
Where my soul may rest,
Purified and lowly,
Sanctified and blest.

 

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Art thou little? Do they little well;
And for thy comfort know
Great men can do their greatest work
No better than just so.

 

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~~Goethe

Off to enjoy more of the delightful same, today, and Lord willing, tomorrow...and the day after that, and the day after that.......

Autumn through the eyes of a child

A Simply Lovely Life

Come little leaves said the wind one day,
Come O'er the meadows with me and play,
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For Summer is gone and the days grow cold.

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call
Down they came fluttering one and all,
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the sweet little songs they knew.

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content,
Soon, fast asleep in their earthly beds,
The snow laid a coverlet over their heads

George Cooper

Autumn. I know my childlike heart is not alone in falling, falling, falling, ever more deeply in love with autumn, every single year. How sweet--beyond measure--it is to see the magical delight and fascination of this beloved season filling-to-overflowing the lives of each precious one that I hold especially dear, from the youngest to the oldest.

Interestingly enough, no sooner had I completed my last post and we lost our wibblie-wobblie satellite internet connection, nearly entirely. But for a few small windows of barely being able to receive and respond to emails, and losing more than a few that I'd written as the window had closed without my knowing it during the writing, and a couple of "hiccups" that the connection had, where I was able to visit a friends blog and check out another dear friend's incredible project, all slowed right down to as near as you can get to nothing for over two weeks. So, if you've been waiting to hear from me and haven't please know that this is most likely why.

The good part was that it afforded me some extra moments to bid, what I believe was the absolute loveliest summer of my life, farewell. And, after "wiping those few tears of sadness from my eyes during the waving at her going", it's been likewise special, perhaps even more so, to have had the time--free and clear--to linger a bit longer and gingerly savor each moment of the shortening days, golden light, and whispers of cooling winds rustling through the jeweled leaves, of autumn. As I know she too, will all too quickly begin to nod off and away, leaves and all 'round about her, having fallen.... fallen....fallen, and finally given way to sweet sleep. That certain to come, contented sigh of peace, as the earth curls up snug and tight, sinking into it's long awaited and well deserved rest, of winter.

We're enjoying spending every moment that we can outside, most days getting cozied-up in layers of woolie goodness; sweaters, tights, socks, leggings, and caps, already. Ah, how wonderful to come in to gather near the warmth of the woodstove, candles and oil lamps burning softly, a meal to be shared as we gather around the table together, tired and happy, at the sun's setting and each day's close. I love it. We all do. It's good for the soul.

I thought I'd take this golden opportunity (of having internet connection :o) to send off a loving hello and share a bit of news and some photos from this past weekend.

We got a new flock of chickens. They just arrived late yesterday. Eighteen hens and two roosters to watch over them. They are basking in all the loving attention that the little ones are lavishing upon them. Hopefully, happy hens will mean many eggs (and all the many wonderful things that come with lots of eggs :o).



This guy is our steer, Louie, whose photo I share for, and in honor of, my beloved sister, Louie. Louie, my dear sister, is really Lorie, but for some reason I have called her "Louie", for as long as either of us can remember. When Louie, the steer, first came to live with us, in all of his adorableness (Isn't he cute) we had to bottle feed him, for a good while. As a rule, my extremely tender sensibilities and I, try not to get too involved with the care of the animals, especially if I know that they will be gracing our table--as a gift of food--by and by. Well, the fact is, that Louie was not only too cute to be ignored, but well, too big to be ignored and has kind of tended to have free reign of the property since he arrived. Kind of like a big super-slow-moving-happily-contented  dog, though I know he looks more like a deer, right?

So, it wasn't too long before I found my--still quite alive and well, and at times overly active--mothering homones magnetically pulling me out the door, with bottle in hand/s (it's a *big* one) to cutie-patootie Louie's big brown eyes, and side.

Now, I did find bottle feeding Louie, though sweet, to pose a tiny bit of a challenge--of strength and heart. It required--I immediately came to realize--a good firm grip, a good solid, steady stance (with fairly-finely-tuned balance recovery powers), a good amount of muscular strength, and a bit of intuition (as in thinking like a cow, or thinking and remembering that Louie, is ever, only, in all ways, thinking like a cow--er--uhm, I mean, steer :o). Even as a little fellow he was strong.

When Louie drank from his bottle he pulled...and pulled......and pulled.... with a force that was not at all easy to reckon with. And, just when I'd braced myself and staunchly settled into my position in the opposing direction counterbalancing his great strength, his instincts would kick in and he would abruptly (without any forewarning whatsoever) butt into that great big bottle (that I was holding and pulling with all my might) like he was butting up against his mama's great big full utter, and yep, you guessed it, I'd go scrambling (though in the very beginning before I got into the swing of things, more like flying--over) backwards. This went on fast and furious until the poor little fella's bottle was empty.

At this point muddle number two quickly presented itself. Louie, refused to even notice, let alone accept the fact, that the bottle indeed was empty. So, now the battle raged on with me (and those afforementioned mothering hormones of mine, now more than a tad jammed and jarred and discombobulated) feeling like an ogre, and wishing (oh so much more than you can know) that I had never given in to those overly sensitive rumblings of motherheartedness in the first place, while I tried to (very unmotherly-like) wrestle the long ago emptied bottle out of that little baby steer's mouth.

In the end, (with a little help from my friends) I did succeed. Well, it's here where I pause and bring you all the way back to my sweet little sister, Louie, who I'm sure has more than her fair share of gripes stored up against me from the long ago days of our childhood (stories for another day :o). Though, if you were to meet her, she might not seem to be the type of gal to stuff (I'm sure such no doubt unmentionably minor) things and hold onto them for (such unreasonably) prolonged periods of time. And, I've forgotten, did I mention earlier that Louie--the steer, is Louie's namesake (which, I can't say for sure, but she may well be harboring a grudge over even now, as I type. How petty, I know ;o)? Anyways, it was the children's idea, not mine. Honest. Honest, Louie. Honest.

So, if you're following me, here. No sooner had I collected myself--pulled my dishelved hair back out of my face and readjusted my apron--and begun to walk away from the ordeal, when Louie, no doubt after a ceremonious bowing of head and pawing at the ground (at the spot where I had wrestled the bottled out of his mouth), came rushing up behind me and WHAM! He butted me square in the backside with his head, and sent me sailing about (what seemed like 5 to 6 but was probably more like) 3-4 feet forward into the air (well, okay, maybe less. Remember this whole story is all about hormones and feelings ;o) .

Though I'm sorry to (to have to) say so, no, it was not captured on video tape (my living color version is probably better anyways, right? :o), I am, hereby happy to (be able to) report, that thanks to the warm-up calesthenics I had performed just moments before in bottle feeding him, my reflexes were wide awake on high alert and I did manage to gather my wits about me enough to do a little fancy work and land on my feet (ancient that I am, granny and all) unharmed.

All of this to say.......without blinking I turned around, looked that steer square in the eyes and said in my sternest, shaming voice of disbelief (for the sake of the already giggling crowd of little loves gathered 'round me, who knew exactly what I meant ;o)......

"Louie!!!" (to Louie) and  "I can't believe she did that!" (to the assembled gigglers/nieces and nephews :o)

And, if you can believe it, (s)he, (Louie that is) actually had the steadiness of nerve (audacity) to stare right back at me through those great-big brown eyes, crowned with their fluttering, long dark lashes, as though (s)he had done absolutely nothing wrong. :o)

Louie....my sister, does have that same steady gaze of guilt-less (I didn't do it, or I didn't mean anything by it) innocence, too. It's uncanny really. I just hope that she can appreciate the supreme compliment that's been paid her. I know I would if it were me. I think I would. I mean...well, no one's ever named their cow (or any animal for that matter) after me. Kind of disappointing, really, now that I think of it (having never thought of it before. Not sure why ;o).




And, just incase I in any way gave the impression that (either) Louie was big and scary and mean and threatening........Not true. Simply not true. It was actually true love that did it, and I know that. Louie, really does, think of and sincerely consider me, in the motherly way. He's definitely fond of me, and yes, this does of course touch my heart. But, I do have to confess (head hanging extremely low)that I was never able to bring myself to feed him a bottle again. I admit, my heartstrings were numerous times pulled in that direction, but (difficult as it was) I resisted. And, just for the record, it was because of the heart wreching experience of prying that empty bottle out of his mouth and knowing that he really could have no more, not because of the big butt. Honestly, I could hardly blame him for butting me, could I ? :o)

But (no pun intended) all's well that end's well (again, no pun intended). Now, Rosie's mothering him instead.





When I spoke to (the she) Louie, and told her the (whole, long, bigger-than-life) story, we had a rip roaring good laugh  :o)

It was a wonderful weekend. Wesley, James and Joseph went turkey hunting on Saturday, and Wesley and Joseph each got a turkey. Wesley's took his home to share with his little family (or to freeze and share with Claire's family on Thanksgiving, just incase he doesn't get another--though he's highly hoping he will) and we cooked Joseph's up nice and long and slow, here. I know I've inspired you here (as you would have me) by mentioning this, and more than a few of you have already left me at this point, to go and get your well worn copy of "Little House in the Big Woods", or better yet, "Farmer Boy", down off the shelf, dusted, and ready to be cracked open for a nice cozy family read aloud, tonight. Haven't you? It's autumn. That's just what it is. It's deep, soft and low, delightful rumblings are everywhere (except in Australia, where those dear ones are going on and on about the goodness of spring. But we'll get to that later. We're all about autumn right now, okay? ;o).

We went by an alpacha farm which we actually stumbled upon after a good while of searching for an icelandic sheep farm, which, in the end (after a round of freshly made donuts gathered up at a quaint little country store of which the nicest, sweetest elderly lady was proprietress, and her husband donut maker), we did find, but, was not what we had hoped it would be. The alpacha farm was beautiful and wonderful. The children--as children so naturally and readily do, had so much fun. Oh that we could all remain so easy to please with the simplest of things that life and God's amazing creation hold out to us--most times for free, or for a song. The farm's not at all far and I know we'll be enjoying many more visits there.



The friendly kitty was one of the gifts the farm held out to the children, that they delighted in scooping up. Happy day for kitty. Happy day for kitty lovers.

And the alpachas, of course, whose fleece can be unbelievably buttery soft and luxurious. They're so gentle and mild mannered.



Don't they have uniquely cute faces?





Maggie Lou, was there, too, happily riding along with her mama. Talk about cute! Whew. Cutie. She couldn't be happier than when she's snugged in with her sweet mama.

Toad, looking "toad-like".

Little Auntie, watching out for her beloved Josie Wondernose.



And apple picking, yesterday afternoon. It was perfect. Fresh air. Sunshine. Love. Laughter. So many priceless memories made and stored away--for all of us, for always. Lots of apples for lots of things; eating fresh, apple pies and crisps and sauce--for now and for keeping, and extras for pressing into cider. The apples are just $6.00 a bushel and will be going down to $3.00 a bushel next weekend. What a blessing.

Auntie Rosie, and her beloved Josie Wondernose.

Big Papa, towering over one of his littlest loves and fellow apple pickers, Sally Pickle Brown. Amazingly enough, though they were teamed up for a good while, he didn't drop and single piece of fruit on her lovely little noggin'. What a great dad.

Chubb, Super Picker. Look at him go! He looks like he's gearing up to juggle, doesn't he?

Sporting matching hair-do's. Auntie Aimaija and Josie, looking like twins.

A bit of feasting.

And right back on back to more picking... May I introduce Super Picker number two.

And, "You-Know-Who" was there, too. This time on her mama's back.

What a wonderful, loving, little mama.

A Bug-sized smile that melts your heart.

Julia--not to be outdone. Super Picker number 3 (just when you were beginning to think it was a guy thing, right? :o)

And, (one of the apples that seemingly didn't fall very far from the tree--of my side of the family, as it appears from the looks of this post). Nicholai, philosopher. Super Picker he is obviously not, counting on everyone else to pick all the (many) apples that he will gobble up later.

Each of these big bags was half a bushel. Super Picker is now Super Hauler Extraordinaire. It was a good trek back to the van, too, let me tell you. Then, once he'd unloaded, he ran back to get our bags. Love this guy.



And, of course, there was that simple, ordinary, good-old-everyday-childhood-fun-of-autumn goodness being spread all around, here at home, too.

The children have been busy building more wooden cottages and castles for their little people and animals, which has been a long-standing childhood delight in the family for about twenty years. It's nice to once again have room for the whole village to be set up for ongoing play. Chubb, who is still reigning supreme as the world's most fun big brother (and uncle) among the littlest ones, really knows how to make life magical for them, having not too long ago been a little one himself, I suspect. He has (as have all the children I know) been gifted with a marvelous imagination (and a great big, loving, giving, heart) and can dream things up, bringing them from idea (which presented gets everyone excited), to the creating of (which is always wonderfully fulfilling for the children) and on to a finished project (that they are so proud of and that is so useable) in record time. It's almost as though he continuously has some kind of workshop set up for them, with them going to town, lost in the wonder of creation. Happy as can be.

I've been making little matching outfits for Josie and Maggie, which are nearly done. I'll share the outfits and the patterns if and as time allows. We got some delicious smelling beeswax from an amish friend and neighbor that we also get our honey from, and are going to get to dipping some of our colorful autumn leaves that the children have gathered to dip and enjoy long after the rest have all fallen and begun to crumble back into the earth from whence they came. They always look and smell so lovely.

Joseph--18, is still continuing on with his schoolwork, working for Wesley (which is part of what caused our meager satellite allowance to max out) and also heading out with James--20, to work with our dear amish friend, Rudy (Eli's son) to do carpentry work most days. They just finished putting a dormer on a nice old farmhouse, not far from our home. God has been so good to bless the boys with countless rich opportunities, in the most interesting and amazing ways, and we're so grateful to Him.

I'm enjoying being back into school with the children full swing now, and consider it such a privilege to get to learn and grow right alongside and with them. I'll sure miss the magic and wonder of getting to teach yet another little one to learn to read, when this season of my life draws to a close. Though thankfully, it isn't for a bit of a while yet, whenever I pause and take a peek ahead at what will be (and, having already crossed this particular bridge a number of times, already, I know--all too soon will be) I do have to admit to a pinge of sadness even now, over the thought...just the idea....of the lasts of many things that I've treasured, that I know will surely come, in the autumn of my life. As beautiful as I know that so many aspects of it will be. Like the sadness of saying goodbye to this loveliest of summer's now passed, this loveliest summer of my life will also, I expect, hold a few tears in it's passing, as well. To everything there is a season. I'm so thankful that autumn is the very season to follow after summer, in God's creation as well as in my life. What a blessed mystery, that something equally/possibly even more special and beautiful, can and will, softly and quietly move into the place of something else long-held unspeakably dear, special and beautiful. God is so very good. So kind. So good.

I'm so grateful for my home, my family, my life, where learning, growing, changing, is simply a natural part of everyday. Ongoing. All the time. For everyone. From the youngest to the oldest. Each person unique with something special to offer, just because of who they are. I'm so thankful to have so many, each one themselves found in so many different seasons of their own lives, to share in my own journey along life's way.


Friendships that will last a lifetime.

A little window into this past week's end.

Well, believe it or not, there's another big turkey slowly baking in the oven for tonight's time of coming together, gathering to share our minds and our hearts, around our table over the evening meal. Big Papa's homecoming and all good things that follow, is still always the time of day that everyone seems to look forward to most of all.

How thankful I am that three of (of the four of) my, now adult children, are still--for a season, here at home, and that Wesley and Claire are now, once again, near--just down the road. What joy (and growth and change) the children (and God through the lives of the children) have brought me and continue to bring me, every day.

I know there's lots of hard work and sacrifice involved in mothering (and fathering) on a daily basis, but do know that it's so true, you will be repaid in things and ways of the heart that money simply cannot buy--a thousand times over. Your love given, will turn right around and come back to you, moreso than you could ever have imagined, all for the taking of the time to do the simplest of things in the simplest ways, regardless of where you are and what you do or don't have. Be yourself, right where you are, using what you presently "have in your hand".

God gave your children to you, on purpose, and no one could do a better job of lovingly parenting them, By God's grace, than you. What a blessing to know that you're perfectly suited, because you're you. And, let us not forget, that we all make mistakes, and while we are parents, we're also fellow sheep with our children, each and every step of the way. This is a blessing to our children as well. It's good for them to see us as real, thinking, feeling, fallible human beings, that were and are, children with great need and much to learn, for and from Him and before Him--just like them. God is the only one that's perfect.

And, in regards to the giving of love and being loved in return by our children. Though I do believe it's God's best and what He is continuously working towards--on our end and theirs, He is also many times, of necessity, doing a restorative work in our lives as well as theirs, which is why we have such great need of His love and guidance on a daily basis, for ourselves, and in knowing and loving and leading and guiding them. I have reminded myself over and over, throughout the years, that with our children, as with any relationship, our giving should not be based upon or with our goal being, receiving. We should give as though we are giving to the Lord, looking to Him to meet our deep needs for love, for security and significance. People will always fall short and/or fail us, and really, they don't have what it is that we're truly seeking and longing for. God does, and when we go to Him to be filled up, we are able to keep giving for the sake of giving and not as a means of receiving. This is so vitally important with our children (again, as it it with any relationships) whatever their ages.

When we give freely, to the Lord, not looking to receive (from human hands or hearts), the Lord will give back to us in amazing ways, supernaturally, perhaps through the one/s that we've given to, but perhaps not. Perhaps through another, or others. Just as God promises, we do reap what we sow, but I think we limit God when we don't freely give as He desires and directs and then wait for Him to be the One to give back, seeing that really and truly, all that we do receive comes from Him. Amy Carmichael has another saying that I love, "Though givest and they gather". How beautiful is God's loving economy.....We have nothing, He has everything, and of His great wealth (in ways far beyond the monetary) He freely gives, what He knows we most need.

I'm all for being lovingly, consistently, firm with children and putting up boundaries with rules and guidelines--children need and thrive in a secure environment where someone is lovingly in charge, but I do think It puts a heavy burden on our children when we want them to be or do certain things in certain ways for us to feel that we are successful parents and/or loved and appreciated. If mistakes have been made, and you find yourself not having and holding your children's hearts as you had hoped and desired, love them. Pray for them and love them. Find any and every way of expressing your acceptance of them. I guess I'm writing this mainly for you many precious ones you that have written to me, hurting so deeply because your older children are making choices that are contrary to all that you have taught them and hoped and dreamed for them. Making choices that it seems are going to hurt them, their lives, their futures.

To you, I'm gently saying gently, "let go. Let God love you, and them". There does come a point, when as parents, we have to sit back and allow God to work on the inside, perhaps saying and doing very little, physically, ourselves. And, as we yield to God's way, letting what we do say and do, be said and done in His Spirit of loving acceptance. Only God can work on the inside of a person's heart. And, there's a good chance that while He's busy about the business of doing so, it will (to our human eyes of understanding) look to be anything but, the means of guiding our loved one/s and us, anywhere near where we'd be hoping (for them or us) to go. As always, prayer is not doing nothing, it is the greater work.

This said, just last night, Big Papa and I were once again marveling over the fact that He doesn't just take up the parenting of our children once they're grown and out on their own. Oh, no. Rather, through circumstances that He allows in our lives and in their's, He's desirous of shaping and forming and thus parenting them, through us and the countless people and situations that touch their precious lives, right from the very start....Beginning by placing them in their (specific) mama's womb, by the fruit of the union of their (specific) mama and papa's love.

Don't be quick to be (or long) discouraged by what you see or are experiencing externally, rather, go to God and His Word (as often as you need to) and allow Him to walk you and yours through whatever it is that He is allowing. As much as it might hurt and as dark as the path may seem, He is always leading you towards light and life, in Him. He knows not only where you want to go, but how to get you there. Praise Him and thank Him for the deep work that He is doing. If and as you see that you've made mistakes go ahead and be right up front about it. Quietly, let God, and your children, know that yes, you do see it (because God does, and will be excited that you do,too, and your children most likely do, too). Your brokenness and humility will touch their tender and perhaps hurting hearts, if you have--as we all have--made mistakes, whether they say so or not. A great-big-fat part of parenting is humbly apologizing--saying I was wrong--and asking for forgiveness from our children, quickly and often. I have to acknowledge mistakes and apologize to my children so often, but the amazing thing is, it only causes them to love and respect me more. God's ways. Amazing. Who'd a thought, it's actually legal to make mistakes and admit it when we're not perfect, and despite our best intentions, miss the mark. :o)

Wherever you are with your children, even if they are young adults and are making choices that you are grieving, and/or you have made choices you are now grieving, love them. Speak words of life, to them and about them. Be their friend, and be the very best friend that you can be to them, by and through whatever means God leads you to wisely do so. Hug them (even if they bristle a bit when you do so). Massage their shoulders. Rub their backs. Touch them. Spend time having fun with them. Laugh with them. Above all pray for them. God loves and cares for them far more than even you as their own mother and father could ever hope to. They are so precious to Him. You are too. He knows your heart and it's deepest desires. He knows your children and desires their greatest good, but also has access to the deepest places of that intricate labyrinth which is inside of them. He is ever and always at work in ways that we cannot see. Pray for your children, give them over to Him and then walk in the peace that He gives you, each day. Let Him take care of all that concerns you. He will. He is faithful. He is love. Without faith it is impossible to please God.

I know I've said it so many times, but sometimes it seems it can never be said enough, to me, to each one of us. How often we need to remind one another. How inconceivably important it is.

Do take the time, often, to just love on your sweet children...... to look into their eyes, listen to them, read to them, sing to them. Simply be with them, pulling them alongside you in your daily activities and entering into theirs, putting things of lesser importance aside, and in acceptance and praise of who they are--just the way God made them. Keep going for their hearts. Let your goal and aim be to win those tender little hearts (and likewise the perhaps not so little hearts, that are still tender on the inside) that are so looking and longing to be won by you and ultimately Jesus--regardless of how young or old they are--in loving best--friendship.

The time passes so quickly, but unlike the hope of many more autumns, winters, springs and summers yet to come and be looked forward to and enjoyed all over again, this season of being a mother will only come around once, while the the fruit of our labors during this one season will bless us for a lifetime. This day is all we know for sure that we have. And as it passes, though others may come in it's place, we will never have today again. It's a gift. A gift given by God, in His gracious love. Every new day, fresh with no mistakes in it, as His mercies are new every morning.

Be with Jesus. Let Him hold you close and tenderly, lovingly, parent you, and as He parents you, you parent your precious children. It's the very best way. A blessed way. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. All His ways are overflowing with life and love......and over the course of the moments, days, and years that He graciously gives, the fruit will be sweet. So sweet, in abundance, in His way, in His time, beginning with today. Cast your cares upon Him. Trust that His word is true--He cares for you, more than any other could ever hope to. You are so free to rest in His love, today, amidst any and all circumstances, as well as tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that....

Thanks so much for coming by for a visit. I do realize that time and (lack of) internet connection hasn't allowed me to post as often as I did in the past. I'm not sure if/or when this will change, or not. My desire has been to get back into the swing of shorter posts and less photos on a more frequent basis, and that may work out, but to be honest, it does seem that blogging--the computer overall, really, since setting it aside during our transition--has taken on an entirely different rhythm for me, this time around, which is nice in many ways. We'll see, I'm praying for things to fall into place *just right* :o)  For now, if you don't hear from me for awhile, know that I'm still here, tending to the things of home and relationships (here and beyond) ; loving and enjoying my life and family and the countless blessed things that fill the moments of each day, and that I'll pop in for a hello when and as I'm able.

Thank you, again, for all of your very kind and loving notes. You're all so sweet. So precious. Thanks for taking the time to share the gift of your treasured bits and pieces of your lives with me--how blessed I am by your sharing. Thank the Lord, for blessing and keeping you, and each of your beautiful families--every special and uniquely crafted one.
With much love, Jewels

The country road that takes me home

A Simply Lovely Life

Some of you might remember a stroll we took together down the road of my old neighborhood, over a year ago now. My, how much has changed since then. Much that I could never have imagined, nor been able to bring to pass on my own. Much that I never would have chosen myself, knowing all the waiting and wondering amidst uncertainties, stretching and challenge and weariness, that would ensue during the transitional period of getting there. But, God knew, and He knows, what is best. Not just for the here and now. No, He sees past, present, and future. He sees us, and every single one that our lives will affect. His thoughts and ways are higher than ours. He is able to work on the inside--where we, or no one else, can truly touch, and on the outside--amidst our circumstances, however difficult or painful or confusing, or even seemingly hopeless they may at times be.

Also, sometimes, in answer to our very prayers, He, in his lovingkindness, works at warp speed--again, as only He can, in our lives and situations. When He does this, about all we can do is hold on (to Him) for dear life. While He takes us down the road less traveled things can get pretty topsy-turvy and discombulated (from our perspective) for a time. Things might not make a whole lot of sense to us (if we try and figure it out with our human reasoning) during this season, and may make even less sense to everyone else--this is most likely a given. It can be pretty lonely, but it's during just such times--when God is actually doing some of the most beautiful things in our lives, yes, answering the deepest cries of our hearts and preparing us for days ahead--that we may feel like anything but good is happening, and highly doubt that anything good could ever come out of our present difficult (painful, confusing, possibly seemingly hopeless) situation.

May I just draw you close and whisper in your ear, a few simple thoughts that I believe (and pray to, by His grace always believe) with all my heart? Things that He has faithfully proven to be true throughout my 26 years of walking in best friendship with Him.

He is in control.

He loves you.

He only desires good for you.

He allows us to hurt that we might heal and grow and change. And, He hurts with us and for us while we're hurting (and healing and growing and changing). Far more than any other could ever hope to.

If He is allowing it, it is all for good.

Don't try to figure it out.

Don't try to wriggle your way out or numb yourself, to make it go away.

And trust, that if you never in a million years would have chosen to be in the place that you find yourself in, that you don't need to try and change it (or any of the other people involved) but are free to accept it, and rest in and walk in, the peace that passes all understanding, that will surely come--supernaturally--for you having done so, by His grace. His love is allowing it.

Talk to Him--in the simplest terms. Be honest. Be real. Ask Him to show you what He's trying to teach you (which goes so much deeper than your circumstances, and will be in time, though perhaps not until the one day of eternity, simply understood without even trying to understand, by His Spirit). Read your Bible--looking for Him amidst it's pages. It's not like any other book. Ask Him to be your life. Like the air you breathe. Like the food you eat and water you drink. Ask Him to be your everything. All of life changes when He becomes so.

Trust me, it's so worth Him revealing our great need for Him--though whatever circumstances He allows--for us to finally come to understand how very much we need Him (and needed Him all along) and that nothing or no one can take His place in our hearts and lives. He is near to the broken hearted. When you are hurting He is there--always, in all ways. He knows that we make mistakes, and doesn't require us to try and make things right before we give them over to Him. It's okay. We can simply stop at any point, let go, and rest in Him. He can make sense--even of our biggest muddles, where we tend to, I believe, in our fixing of things, merely get ourselves muddled all the more.

It's in the waiting and the resting and the trusting, amidst what He is allowing; this (in large part) inactivity on our part (because, if you notice, He kind of gets us situated so that we ourselves are for the most part powerless to affect change--I think this is where the blessing lies, but what is also what induces the fear and panic factor), that opens the way for His superior supernatural activity. What He's allowing (if we'll allow Him to allow it) is going to get us where we want to go.

Amy Carmichael, has a saying that has been such a comfort to me over the years. I believe it's in her little book, "IF", which is a treasure. She said, "In acceptance lieth peace". I find it particularly helpful to grab onto when I am in the throws of some particular situation that's turning me inside-out and upside-down, and threatening to throw me head-long into a state of disaquilabration. Like the placenta previa, and subsequent hospital stays and the grand-royal-treatment-c-section birth of  my precious youngest treasure, after seven beautiful home births. Like Big Papa losing the job that he'd held his entire adult life (which is also when you and I went for that walk, just down the road, in my dear old neighborhood, remember?) and selling our home in a topsy-turvy, unstable housing market. Him gone all week, every week--for three months, during the entire process while we completely renovated that cozy old home that we were, then, praying that He'd sell.

These are but two recent examples, to say, that if/and as I focused on my situtations--things that I would have absolutely never chosen for myself--I would find myself drowning. Preoccupied and unable to love and care for those that needed me--in the present moment. Fearful. Worried about many things. And there were many things that could have been, and at times were, deemed worry worthy. The needs were very great and very real, to the point where I could feel obligated to focus on them and worry about them. Since I was in many ways unable to do anything about them, to affect change, which was something that in my discomfort and uncertainties I would have brought about immediatley if I could have.

My only choices were to worry,
or to rest and trust.
And believe,
that since
I never
would have chosen
my present
difficult,
stretching,
painful,
confusing,
circumstances,
that God
who was,
and is,
far bigger
and smarter
and more powerful than I,
whose hands
each and every thing, and one
that was,
and is,
allowed
to even touch my life
must fist pass through
before even getting near to me,
was
allowing it
and using it
not only for my good
but for the good of many.

And to remember, as Amy said........"In acceptance lieth peace".

We are not being irresponsible, by not worrying, or feeling bad about, or striving against, the things that we cannot change, no matter how hard and out of control they may seem to be. It is absolutely legal, and we are free, in Him, to tell our cares and concerns, needs, struggles, hopes, dreams and desires, to Him--pour them all out--and walk away from them, leaving them in His care, knowing we have not only done something, but we have done the greater thing. We have placed our life and times in His hands--in childlike faith--and walked away to do the next thing, however small or simple, or seemingly insignificant in the scheme of things, that may seem to be at the time.

Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.

Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication (*being supple, bendable, pliable while waiting) with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Philippians 4: 4, 6-8 King James Version (*inserted thought, mine)

Rejoice in the Lord always [delight, gladden yourselves in Him]; again I say, Rejoice!

Do not fret or have any anxiety about anything, but in every circumstance and in everything, by prayer and petition (definite requests), with thanksgiving, continue to make your wants known to God.

And God's peace [shall be yours, that tranquil state of a soul assured of its salvation through Christ, and so fearing nothing from God and being content with its earthly lot of whatever sort that is, that peace] which transcends all understanding shall garrison and mount guard over your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.

For the rest, brethren, whatever is *true, whatever is worthy of reverence and is honorable and seemly, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely and lovable, whatever is kind and winsome and gracious, if there is any virtue and excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think on and weigh and take account of these things [fix your minds on them].                                         

Philippians 4: 4, 6-8 Amplified Bible *God's Word is true

God is there. He is always at work, most often in ways that we cannot see, nor could we entirely understand, even if we could. I do believe that He is getting us exactly where we want to go, but in His way, in His time. The very same way and time that we, too, would choose, IF we could see and know and understand, evey thing and every one, and had all the power, as only He does.

He loves you and He is always for you. You really, truly, needn't fear, today or tomorrow. You needn't try to please people, or live up to their expectations. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. Give Him your cares and then ask Him to show you the next thing to do. If you find that your eyes are taken off of yourself and you are seeing the most basic needs of those around you and are drawn to meet them--even if it is with the little or nothing that you might have, physically, materially, it is Him. Let go of the cares (to Him) and leave them there, and let Him love--you, and those around you.

If you can, put in some worship music (or any music beautiful to you to create an embracing atmosphere of beauty and peace) and focus on Him--the hub of the wheel--and turn away leaving the cares, the heaviness, the concerns, with him, as you choose to let go and turn to do the next practical thing, as best you are able. He will be faithful to tend to those "spokes of the wheel", as you trust (knowing that he cares tenderly for you, just like you do for your own children--just think about that. It's amazing) that He'll be pleased--so pleased--with your sweet offering of yourself, to Him, just as you are, right where you are, with what you have to give, or have not to give. He is so easy to please. He takes our little or nothing and transforms it into something of immeasurable value and worth. Priceless jewels. We are always free to leave our cares with Him, accepting where we are, without shame or fear and go on to do the next thing.

Set a pot of simple soup to cook on the stove or in the crockpot. Let the children help you make it.

Make yourself a cup of tea, and read a story to your children. Give them some tea, too.

Hang out a load of laundry. String a simple line along somewhere and let your children hang some of the smaller things on that--right along beside you.

Make a list of all the things you have to be thankful for. Have your children help you. It will so bless your heart to see life through their sparkling eyes of wonder. You'll feel your burden/s lifted, just knowing that what matters most to them, is simply that you love them, and are so thankful that they're yours and not someone else's. God is so good.

Take your precious children--however young or old they are--alongside you, throughout the moments of each day, as your dearest, closest friends.

Talk to them.

Sing to them.

Read to them.

Explore the beauty and wonder of nature with them. Endless delights.

Praise them. Praise them. Praise them.

Thank them for even the smallest things they do for you, receiving their sweet, small kindnesses as the gifts that they are.

The relationships are what matters, most, most, most, of all.

Your house may be messy, your laundry piled up, you may not have been able to do this, that, or the other thing, but no one can do everything.

Do the first thing, and let the first thing be to just love and care for the people in your life.

If cares or extra commitments or certain relationships are hindering you from doing so, cast them (the cares) aside, or set them (extra commitments or certain relationships) aside, until things are running smoothly and you feel able to reach out a bit further.

You may not have much money, or many things, but you have the greatest of treasure, in your family. Love and serve them, from your heart, with whatever you do have, living to please no one, but the Lord. And He will be most pleased, and mulitply what you do have, in His way, in His time. You just trust, and rest, and love. Let go of anything that threatens to steal away that love in the moment. Give it to Him, and leave it with Him. That's His concern, not yours. He is far more than able to take care of people and situations, and He will, if you will give it over, wait, and let Him. Trusting that He really is one who can be trusted.

If you have to face a difficulty today (and you may and will at times) breathe deeply, send your simplest prayer of childlike trust-- with all it's fears and/or concerns of inadequacies and possibilities--up to the Lord, and then go in, or out, to face --knowing that He is not surprised by or afraid of, anything.

Perfect love casts out fear.

He wants to love--even the big scary people, in the big scary situations--and when we allow ourselves to get fearful about today or tomorrow, or this person or that person or situation and begin thinking about it, dwelling on it, trying to figure it out, worrying about it (and we really don't need to. It's entirely legal not to......remember that :o) we clog up the channels of His love and what He's got in motion, on our behalf--today. Right now. We fail to walk in the wonder of this very moment, this very day, that he is calling us to. The little things. The simple things. The things that add up to the big things that our heart is truly desirous of and longing for.

And, as always, by all means, when they well up and begin to spill over, do let the tears flow......out to Him. Tell Him everything. He loves you. To Him you are a precious child. Thank Him for your difficulties and what He is doing in and through them, that is too big for you to fully comprehend. And, let Him walk you through, carry you through, them. He wants to, and He will. Let Him love and care for you, right now, just where you are. Just as you are.

He's using the circumstances of today to set the stage for, and prepare you (and those you love) for, tomorrow... and the day after that... and the day after that.... God not only sees the past and knows and understands us from conception to present, but He sees the future--our future, which is why His love is allowing what it is allowing, today. Though it will not always seem so to our human understanding, He is always love, always kind, always deeply caring, and always at work on our behalf, and behalf of our precious families, causing all things to work together, for good. In the difficulties, the losses, the sorrows, the pain, there is growth, change, beauty--preparation, for what is to come--for us, for generations. 

"In acceptance lieth peace".

May He give us the grace, to accept what He allows and softly allow Him to walk us, and/or carry us, through. May He tenderly lead us through any and all seasons of the inevitable weeping/s that endureth for the night, to the joy that (will surely) cometh in the morning.

So, all this said, what do you say we take one of our old time rambles, together, saying farewell to one of the loveliest of summers I've ever known--as she willingly gives way to change, once again. The colors come--preparation for the falling of the leaves of autumn, who will likewise accept her coming end, as "she closes her eyes in surrender", to the "sweet sleep, and long, quiet rest", of winter.

'To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven.' 

This time, let's head down and around and back on this old country road, where God has seen fit to tuck us in, for this present season of our life's journey. It's a mile and a half long. A dead end. There are six houses on the road, and we are the second to the last. Our house was actually the first farmhouse on the road. It was built 175 years ago, and all the land that you'll see along our hike to the end of the road and back, at one time belonged to the family that first lived in this delightful old farmhouse. Then, the only home on the road. It's got quite an interesting history. If only the walls could talk, yes?

All right, get your littlest one/s tied on.





And, your little bit bigger one/s snugged in.

The links above the two photos of Claire carrying Maggie, will take you to a couple of wonderful newborn wrap carriers. And, the one just above, will take you to the best of the best of workhorse carriers, the Ergo (which Wesley is carrying Josie in, and Julia--Celeisa, and Big Papa--Sophia in, in the photos below). You can actually do your to all that needs doing at home (inside and out), go for nice long hikes, and lug your babies and toddlers just about anywhere, in this, without your back and neck hurting, when you're done. They're great. Our family's favorite of all (the many) that we've used over the years.

Julia--16, and Celeisa--2. Best of buds.

One of my favorite shots--ever :o)

Pop a few in your wagon or jogger, and/or let some happily skip along beside us or ride their bikes, and let's go :o)

We'll head out from my house and make our way down to the end--the main road--and back, okay? A nice quiet stroll, we'll most likely not meet with a single car the entire way.

The first photo , above, was taken at the top of the hill that you make your way up to soon as you get going--straightaway. You'll see it from the other direction and down towards my house, on the way back. Our very dear, kind and caring neighbor, Pete---who's 92, lives in that old farmhouse down on the right. I love him, and so enjoy spending time with him. Doesn't his place look a little bit like the grandfather's house, in Johanna Spyri's, "Heidi"? This is such a lovely view. I always pause to take a deep breath--drinking in the beauty--every single time I come up over this hill.

These, are another one of our neighbor's, horses, out to pasture.



Shyly friendly.



Inquisitive.



Oh. Wait. We've only just made our way down and around the corner from Pete's and here comes a vehicle. Well now, it's only the relatives. James--20 (with his yet to be trimmed --after getting a bit torched when he got burned--beard. His nose got scorched, too. ;o), and Joseph--18, stopping to sing us a song (in it's entirety). Love it.



Love them. Could not imagine my life without them. Scruffy looking buggers that they are ;o)



Waving the boys off, as we continue on our way, and they head out around the bend.



Nearing the end and the main--country--road.



A farm, off in the distance, across the main road--which is a good ways beyond the water, there. The farm is right on the main road. So, let's keep going.....C'mon :o)



Now we're at the main road and looking down---in the direction of Wesley and Claire and the girl's home. They're about five minutes away. There's that farm that you saw in the last photo.



Now, turned around and headed back towards the homestead.....Are you ready to mosie back on up that bit of a hill? Ahhh, the wind at our backs and that warm sunshine on our faces. Sure feels good doesn't it?



This is the hill to the left, in the above photo. It's way bigger than it looks and in the winter it can be covered with over 50 deer at a time. Actually, probably more like 100. Honestly. It's really an amazing sight.



Up and over this little knoll



And around and down past Pete's. Pete still cuts his own grass--huge, beautiful yard--on a ride-on lawn tractor. Isn't it artistic, the way that he mows in this soft sweep around the pine tree? Another one--of those many--things that are far more lovely in real life.



Pete's behind us, now. Up and back, past our neighbors on the left and our other neighbors--with the horses--on the right. Our home is just over and down that hill, and off to the right. Remember that hill? The one we first made our way to the top of? Let me just (honesty--pause here to catch my breath) say, that the hill, from this direction is a good deal grander in real life, than it looks here, especially, when you're making your way up it, on foot. Everything is considerably minimized in the photos. But, don't get too winded, cause we're not home, yet. :o)



I know things have been pretty quiet so far. Just wait 'til we pop over to the other side. As always, things are hoppin' in our little corner of the world :o)



And, the welcome back home, begins.....





Oh, how I'll one day miss seeing shoes and boots on the wrong feet.



Giddy-up.



Too cute. Doesn't Sophia look like a flying squirrel?





Home.



And family.



And lots to do. You can stay and help, too. :o)



A big turkey's in the oven slowly baking 'til supper time. Oh how we'll all enjoy that with lots of great stuff--fresh from the garden (ours and Eli's). Potatoes--mashed, with gravy. Sweet corn. Beets. And, nice full glasses of freshly brewed Kombucha to top it all off.

Thanks so much for taking the time to come by. I hope you enjoyed our stroll as much as I did. And, thanks a million for helping to take the laundry from the line and folding it, doing the dishes, gathering in the goods from the garden and milking the goats. We'll take care of the supper dishes. You just relax and finish your Kombucha before you go ;o)

But, do come again ;o) and I'll look forward to seeing you, then.

To each precious one that wrote and shared your heart, thank-you. I'm so glad you did. What a privilege it is to be able to carry our burdens, together, in His love. I am praying--with you and for you, and sending you much love, in Him.

Jewels

Resting in His love

A Simply Lovely Life

Now there was leaning on Jesus' bosom one of his disciples, whom Jesus loved.
John 13:23

Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child rests against his mother, My soul is like a weaned child within me.
NAS version

See, I have made my soul calm and quiet, like a child on its mother's breast; my soul is like a child on its mother's breast.
Bible in Basic English

Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.
KJV
Psalm 131:2

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.
Isaiah 26:3

Now it came to pass, as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house.

And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus' feet, and heard his word.

But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her therefore that she help me.

And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things:

But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.
Luke 10: 38-42

Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.
I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me.
Psalm 57: 20-21

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.

He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;

Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.

A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.

Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.

Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;

There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.

For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.

They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.

Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.

Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.

He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.
With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.                                                         Psalm 91

As beautiful as this life can be, there are many sorrows and difficulties that we must pass through along the way, too, I know. God knows, and loves us so in the midst of them--as He is faithful--on our behalf, and behalf of those we love, to be working all things together for good, just as he says he will, in his Word. Even though circumstances may seem to be shouting otherwise.

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
Romans 8:28

He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.                                                            Isaiah 40:11

And that nothing can ever separate us from his immense love for us.

What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?

He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,

Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:31, 32, 35, 37-39

On this post, I'd like to say, that if you have any care/s or concern/s, sorrow/s, confusion/s, or trouble/s, a longing to know God more intimately or be able to trust in his loving care for you to a greater degree--anything that's weighing on your heart, please feel free to leave me a note, here, and I'll be praying for you (and yours). I have a couple of very dear friends that will be so glad to pray for you, too. I won't be publishing any of the requests/comments on this post, so that you can feel free to openly share your heart.

For those that have already written and shared, I'm thinking of you (and yours) and praying for you.

If life is hard for you, just now, may you rest your head upon His bosom, receiving the soft, quieting kiss of his sweetest, all-knowing, compassionate understanding, upon your weary, heavily-burdened mind, and the secure embrace of his all-powerful, tenderly-gentle love, felt all around, and through and through, your entire being. Wherever you may be, whatever you may be passing through. He does see you. He does know--everything. He does understand (far better than even you could ever hope to). He does care--deeply, and weeps with you and for you, holding all of your tears in a bottle. He is at work, taking care of you in ways that you cannot see, and on your behalf, causing all things to work together for good. May he hold you close, and make his love known to you. He does love you so.

He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.
First John 4: 8-10

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.                                                                                  John 3:16

This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
John 15:12-13

A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.
John 13:34

By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another
John 13:35

Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
First John 4:7

For this is the message that ye heard from the beginning, that we should love one another.
First John 3:11

And this is his commandment, That we should believe on the name of his Son Jesus Christ, and love one another, as he gave us commandment.
First John 3:23

Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.
First John 4:11

No man hath seen God at any time. If we love one another, God dwelleth in us, and his love is perfected in us.
First John 4:12

Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another;
Romans 12:10

Owe no man any thing, but to love one another: for he that loveth another hath fulfilled the law
Romans 13:8

For, brethren, ye have been called unto liberty; only use not liberty for an occasion to the flesh, but by love serve one another.
Galations 5:13

With all lowliness and meekness, with longsuffering, forbearing one another in love;
Ephesians 4:2

And the Lord make you to increase and abound in love one toward another, and toward all men, even as we do toward you:
First Thessalonians 3:12

But as touching brotherly love ye need not that I write unto you: for ye yourselves are taught of God to love one another.
First Thessalonians 4:9

And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works:
Hebrews 10:24

Seeing ye have purified your souls in obeying the truth through the Spirit unto unfeigned love of the brethren, see that ye love one another with a pure heart fervently:
First Peter 1:22

And now I beseech thee, lady, not as though I wrote a new commandment unto thee, but that which we had from the beginning, that we love one another.
Second John 1:5

And this is love, that we walk after his commandments. This is the commandment, that, as ye have heard from the beginning, ye should walk in it.

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.
Second John verse 6 and Third John verse 4.

Keep yourselves in the love of God.....Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the very presence of his glory with exceeding joy, to our only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever.

Much, much, love to you, in Him.

Thanks so much for sharing your hearts and lives with me the past couple of days. The gift is so beautiful to me.

Rest well, today and every day, in Him, dearly beloved.

Tenderly, Jewels

And one of the scribes came, and having heard them reasoning together, and perceiving that he had answered them well, asked him, Which is the first commandment of all?

And Jesus answered him, The first of all the commandments is, Hear, O Isreal; The Lord our God is one Lord:

And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment.

And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. There is none other greater than these.

And the scribe said unto him, Well, Master, thou hast said the truth: for there is one God; and there is none other but he:

And to love him with all the understanding, and with all the soul, and with all the strength, and to love his neighbor as himself, is more than all whole burnt offerings and sacrifices.

And when Jesus saw that he answered discreetly, he said unto him, Thou art not far from the kingdom of God...

Mark 12:28-34

The firstborn of many

A Simply Lovely Life

Long before the autumn dawn had even thought to yawn, stretch and shed her first glimmer of light through my bedroom window, I found myself slowly but steadily emerging from a dream, willing my sleepy eyes to open, to the still and quiet dark surroundings of the new day. The cool night air having settled resolutely over the entire house, I pulled into the warmth of the soft, downy-comfort that enveloped me, even more tightly. Celeisa, having come 'round just enough to sense my presence shifted beside me, kicking the warmth of the cover from my arm as she freed her legs from beneath the communal comforter. Sleep was then gone, leaving my mind a-swirl of thoughts, in it's place. Using few words, I spoke with God, paused and let myself meld into the wonder and reality of His intimate understanding. Listening in the stillness. Drinking in the sweetness of His presence. Thankful. So thankful, that He delights in this simple exchange of being with and being known, just enjoying, each the other. Delighting in His heart of love. For me. For all.

It seems that I'm ever and always learning and re-learning, just how like, this living, breathing, intimacy of sweetest relationship with Himself, God desires for our relationships within our families and beyond to be. Sometimes, when I see it most clearly in all it's deepest, truest, beauty--simple yet so profound-- like Him, it takes my breath away.

I see again and again, how rules, regulations, and preconceived ideals and expectations, can be seen as comfort, a guiding light, a safety net, but could, and perhaps oftentimes should, also be seen as potential restriction and restraint, actually holding us back from the rich, full, abundant life of God Himself, in and through us, that I believe resists the grievance of tightly-held, man-made plans and imposed constraints, desiring and shining most brightly in the perpetual motion of ongoing, never ending, growth and change for all, when and as He sees best. He leads, we follow--where and as He leads, day-by-day.

1 Samuel 16:7 ....for the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.

Hebrews 12:2 Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith.....

I think of the child within myself, in my own relationship with God--as a tender, loving Father. My dearest friend. How true, it seems, that relationships are best formed, thrive and flourish, not in the way of rules and weights and measurements, but rather within and upon the rich and fulfilling bounty of abundant, unconditional love--freely given. It seems that it's so much what we do and don't do, and how we do and don't do it, in this regard, that makes all the difference.

The adoring eyes that are intently focused upon another, in sincerest interest.

The smiles of total acceptance and approval, not based upon performance, but just because.

Lovingly listening--without judgment--to one that is confused/and or hurting.

Kind words.

Freely admitting, and sincerely saying, "I'm so sorry", when we come to see that we've done or said, something hurtful or wrong.

Forgiveness freely given outrightly--when it's asked for, and in your heart,(for your own sake) even when it isn't.......

Thinking the best and hoping the best, even when circumstances at any given time may pull strongly to do otherwise--as they sometimes will. Only God sees and knows and understands everything. How wise of Him to tell us,

To judge not

and

A friend loveth at all times.

The gift of time in the simplest things and ways. Any time. Any day......

Cookies baked.

Freshly made bread with melting butter, and hot soup just off the stove. 

Warm newly-made playdough.

A song sung--to, one, or together.

A story told or read.

A long walk.

A long talk.

A long listen.

A gentle touch.

A caring hug.

A soft kiss.

A meal prepared and served with candles lit, flowers, music, conversation, laughter--for everyday.

A meal prepared and taken and given to a friend and/or family. One alone and lonely.

A (bubble) bath given to a little one(s). 

A cup of tea, given.

Watching a sunset, together.

Stargazing, together.

Gardening, together.

Mixing up a batch of bubbles and blowing bubbles outside, together.

Cleaning someone's house for them, if and when they're tired or not feeling well, and enjoying the gift back, of sharing it their life and home in this sweet way.

Sewing something for someone.

Knitting something for someone.

Using who you are, how you are--your giftings and abilities--and what you have, to bless others. We are each gifted in such uniquely varied ways. It only takes time to bless another, as we are able. And how doubly blessed we are, for having done so.

And then there are the bit more difficult situations. The harder things that often cause us to resist and/or quench this free-flowing love of God--in us and through us....

Loving (perhaps most especially and importantly) in the midst of (seemingly, for us, humanly) the unlovableness; confusion, pain, seeming rebellion, that others are passing through, that can cause us much pain, sorrow, and discomfort, as well.

I know there are some situations where we just can't, but I believe God can, and will, in His way, in His time, if we will prayerfully wait upon Him, and be open to letting Him (which may many times be saying no--not just now, for various reasons) as He leads. I suppose this would be true of all relationships--our good is not God's best--but some relationships we just kind of want to shut down to, run from, altogether, rather remaining open so that God can bring about growth, change, healing--love.

For there are none--at any point--unloveable, or beyond hope and help and total transformation by His love, to God. And, when someone is in a state of being "unlovable"..

Sometimes, simply and truly just not meeting up to certain standards or criteria laid out by men:

Christians, at times. 

Parents, at times.

Friends, at times.

We, ourselves,  at times.

Other times, the "unlovable" are dear ones, hurting themselves, and therefore hurting others.

God knows everything, about us and about them. Only He can bring about true change, on the inside.

Could it not be that for these very ones, during these very times, that this outpouring of this love would be needed the very most, and speak most softly and sweetly to the one being loved--right where they are? When we ask God, or even simply say "yes" ,and are open to Him loving unconditionally--with His love--in and through us, He will be more than faithful to show us, who and how, and why and when, enabling us to do so. And, it may look quite a bit different than what *our love/or lack of* might have thought of, on it's own. He will love rightly and wisely. Our hearts can safely trust in Him to not only lead us, but provide for us, in this regard.

Always, looking back, how sorry I've been (and am) for the times that I haven't asked, or said, "yes" or even said, "no", and just forged ahead on my own. How (beyond) thankful I am for the times (far fewer) that I have. And how well I know, personally, that it was His love that drew, me, that changed me and continues to change me, that has kept, me. How grateful I will always be to those that have said, and those that will say, "yes", to God, on my behalf, in the midst of my own countless imperfections, mistakes, and unloveableness. May I choose to be and do the very same to and for others, by His grace.

With four children now grown and a part of their journey now behind, I can so say, I love God's ways. I treasure them. His ways are ways of love. Love, what everyone needs to know deepest and best. Ways that are made up of the things that cannot be begged, borrowed, or stolen. That mere money cannot buy, but can freely be ours for the taking and having, with little or nothing, through Him.

We have a favorite phrase, here, that we often use, taken from Eric Little, in Chariots of Fire. Eric says, "When I run, I feel His pleasure." I love the fact that God created each one of uniquely. Fearfully and wonderfully. There is no one else just like a single one of us, anywhere in the entire world. I love the fact that as we draw near to God, through the life and love of Jesus, that He breathes new life--His life--into us and through us, throughout the many and varied moments of each day. Without judging us or condemning us, or trying to make us like someone else, or our family like someone else's or someone else's idea of what we or our family ought to be. The God who made us and knows us and loves us, has a plan--specific and wonderfully special--for each of us, and ours......and His yoke is easy and His burden is light. A plan that will encompass all of your life--from conception to present--your joys, sorrows, successes, failures, woundings, strengths, weaknesses, giftings and endless needs and questions, and each one your hold dearest in love. What are the things that you find the greatest pleasure and delight in? That come so naturally and with so much ease and delight to you, that you can feel His pleasure, in you being what he lovingly created you to be and do--uniquely.

Children, have eyes that see, and ears that hear, in ways that we grown-ups tend in our preoccupation and forgetfulness, to no longer understand. May God restore to us this priceless gift of tender sensibilities, inhibition and freedom, to see and hear, and live and move and have our being, in Him.

Wesley, is the firstborn of all our precious children. How much we as parents and all of his younger siblings have been blessed(and stretched ;o) to learn and come to know, through the life of this courageous, (*super* pickle-ish* :o) forerunner.

It's been beautiful to watch God watch over and out for Him. Providing just the right things at just the right time. He's been faithful in much waiting, and God, in return, has been faithful in loving provision. Many times, at the 11th hour and 59th minute. Great excitement for all, let me tell you.

The opportunity to serve at a christian ministry for a year. God took over parenting and Wesley grew like crazy and learned so much.

And met...

His beautiful wife, Claire.

Through whom he was blessed with the gifts of, Josie-2 and Maggie Lou, now, 1.

His first car. A gift from his beloved Grammy when he was 18 years old. He's now twenty-three, married three years, and they're still using it.

His first home and job--Where three of his uncles, had over time and in succesion, lived before him. It opened up for the first time in years, right at the exact time they needed it. And, was right across the road from his job.

A year later the development of his own home business and the ability to make the transition to being self employed. So, two years ago he had the privilege of coming home and staying home. Doing what he really loves. Using his gifts and abilities that God has given him. Stepping over and around that which and whom he loves, each and every day. How thankful they are for each day that it's been so. He has several employees now, as well. Joseph--18, his younger brother, is privileged to be one of those employees. He is able to continue on in his education which includes in part, being mentored and apprenticed by his older brother--and being paid a great wage for it. He's benefitted so much from his oldest brother's knowledge, experience, and encouragement. Wesley has actually strongly spurred all of his brothers on to follow in this same/or similar way, as they each so desire careers that will enable them to be able to spend as much time as possible with their families, too.

He and Claire have gotten nicely settled into their new home here in the country, on over 10 acres of land that they are privileged to call their very own. This past week, James, Joseph (and when he was able Big Papa), enjoyed going over and working on the wonderfully spacious front part of a double-deep, double-wide, nearly-finished-off-already-when-they-got-there, garage. They sheetrocked, taped, spackled, sanded, painted. Painted. Painted. They put in an atrium door on the front that lets in lots of bright sunshine, in addition to the several nice windows that were already in, and and laid down a beatutiful new laminate floor.The night before last they went to pick up a Jotul woodstove, that Wesley found on Craigslist for a great price. The icing on the cake. When all's said and done (and it just about is) it will serve as great big office and family room for them.

The photos in this post were a joy for me to take. So much fun, with my beloved son.....and his treasures. Wesley and his girls.

There's Bug. Sweet, dimple-y Bug.



I could eat her up :o)



Daddy gets a Bug hug.

Daddy, looking like a bug :o)

And, precious Josie, now 2. Love, love, love, this girl.















Josie, where's your nose?? :o)

When Wesley and Claire were preparing for their wedding, Claire's mama, Linda, had the great idea for us to each put together a collage of photos of their life's journey up to that point, to share on their special day. So, for those that might enjoy taking a peek at some snapshots of his life (and ours) through the years that led up to that big day--now 3 years ago--below are some photos that I took of those collages--Wesley, and all the rest of the gang, that's been walking alongside him all through through the years.

 

Linda, very thoughtfully made her collage into a wonderful scrap book for Claire, once the day of the wedding was past. If I'm able to, I'll take some photos of Claire's book/and life's journey, as well, to insert here and share, when I get a chance.

Thanks so much for coming by. Thanks for all the many times that you *take the time* to say hello. Many of your notes bring tears to my eyes. How sweet it is to each be so uniquely wonderful, so special, so different--In our lives and in our dear families--yet be able to freely love and appreciate and enjoy, each other, and so many of the very same things. I love that. The live visitor thingie on the left side-bar has made the blog such a pleasure to *me*. It's so wonderful to get to see where each one of you is coming from, when I'm here. The only thing that would make it nicer would be if there was a photo of each one of you to go along with the location. But, I have been able to go and visit many lovely blogs through it, too. And that's been nice as well.

I hope you have (or are having) a wonderful weekend. And hey, did you notice that it only took me *6* days to post again this time around?? Just when you (and I) were beginning to think that all hope was lost. Hope remains ;o) And I do have a gazillion more photos, finally uploaded, at long last.

Lovingly, Jewels

"The most I can do for my friend...

 A Simply Lovely Life

...is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward. Is not friendship divine in this?"
Henry David Thoreau

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13 

As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love. John 15:9

Well, my camera is fixed. It's actually been fixed for a little while, now. And thankfully, it was just that little spring of great importance. A quick fix. A fairly inexpensive one, too (big sigh of relief). The thing is, that we've been so busy living this thing called life, we've got goin' (and you've got goin', too :o), and taking photos of it along the way, that I haven't had any time left over to just sit myself down, and get all the photos uploaded to the computer and into a blog post. Just when it began to seem as though all hope was lost, Rosie (the pursuasionist) saw fit to take me hostage in the family room, wrestle me to the couch and wedge me in between the computer and the camera with about 400 photos on it, that have been patiently waiting for me to transfer them over to their final resting place. So, thanks to Rosette, I am at long last, once again, a blogger who actually blogs. I think. I hope. I am moving in the right direction--post number 3, right? :o)

Hi Guys :o)

I have *so* enjoyed all of your sweet notes (I always do). Thanks, truly, for taking the time to write them. What a blessing you are to me. As always, I love to hear about your lives, too, and am looking forward to having more time to visit your blogs, now that this wonderfully busy summer has nearly passed and the transitional quiet of autumn, and deeper silence of winter, will be all too quickly upon us, as is always the way of things, one right after the other.

Rosie and James sold some of the fruit of our gardening labors at the farmer's market, today. A bit of rain, but a success nonetheless. A dear Amish friend, Rudy, went with them (one of the adult, married children of our treasured friend, Eli) and spending time with him made it all the merrier for them--understatement. There won't be many more market days left for this year. It's been alot of fun and has provided some extra income,too, for which we've been really thankful.

I'm trying to get this post written before the *dinner bell chimes*, as Rosie and Julia are preparing a delightful feast, of pasta, fresh tomato sauce with meatballs and sausage, bread and salad. And, it won't do for me to be squirreled away in here, while they're all gathered 'round the table, together, having an especially good time, will it?? :o)

Last night after the sun had set, and Aimaija, Sophia, and Nicholai had been tucked into bed, I stole away to the front porch swing, in the still, warm, night air, beneath the moon and the stars. Just me, and Celeisa--who was nestled in my arms--nursing at my breast, as she sweetly made her way to sleep, as well. Through the open windows soft candlelight gently flickered and the lovely sounds of Brian Doerkson, singing Refiner's Fire, barely reached my ears.... just enough to penetrate my soul. The subtly-soft backsound of the cricket's steadily chirping, lulled me away to days gone by and those old familiar childhood memories of Arkansas and a sweetness of time and place that nothing else has ever quite held for me, in the same way--deep inside. Each time the swing made it's graceful forward ascent the wind combed through my hair like the caressing fingers of a tenderly loving grandmother. My grandma, Kay. I felt it as a kiss from God. I closed my eyes, settled back and melted into the warming, kindly wonder of it all. My baby girl. My Heavenly Father, that is not held back or limited by the boundaries of borders and time, or words, merely spoken or audibly heard. Who whispers to me in the quiet stillness. Who calls my name in the moonlight hours. Who loves me, ever and always, just as I am.

Another soft summer evening, not long ago, God blessed me--well, all of us--in a similarly sweet and mysterious way. A gift. The priceless gift of southern loveliness (which also stirred my long-held rememberances, and the imaginings of my children's hearts, nurtured on countless stories told again and again, over and over, through the years), in the form of the arrival of a beautiful woman and her three dear, darling daughters. Precious friends. To us. To all. How very thankful I am for the blessing of friendship. How thankful I am for each one of my faithful, true, and loving friends. Friends to me, to my family.

~~Precious friends that have walked and continue to walk life's way with me, that never tire of listening with their hearts as well as with their heads--come what may; to my joys and sorrows, musings and meanderings, and occasional confusions, fears, and tears, and love me ever, always, and still. I do so treasure the freedom of being simply me, nothing more, nothing less, and the fact that it's ok.

The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Who could have imagined that five days could be filled with so much beauty; heart-felt sharing, song and dance, good food, laughter, learning, joy and wonder...with us, and so many other loved ones? Who would have thought that a week could pass us by so quickly, despite the fact that we *held* each moment especially dear? Who would have imagined that four precious ones could be so sorely missed, once they had gone?

Vicki has a hugely-warm, heart of love--for everyone. Lover of Jesus with a profoundly childlike faith and trust in Him, songbird, storyteller, herbalist. She filled our lives, our home, our town, our entire STATE, with her joy in the Lord, for life and living. And, let me tell you, nothing and no one has been quite the same since she (and hers--each one an apple that hasn't fallen very far from the tree), left. Come quickly Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or whenever those sweet southerly winds will blow them our way once again.........

Here's a bit of our visit with the **Green Bean Gals**, to share, in photographs.

After a morning of chicken harvesting at the home of some (other, likewise) dearly beloved friends, and the delicious shared meal (that we always have after a chicken harvest. Which always includes...chicken :o) and sweet fellowship during and following, Vicki and the girls gave a *wonderful* concert (one of many times of lovingly giving in song, while here. And each time was...)filled with songs, stories and laughter. What fun! I think everyone was sorry to see the day draw to an end.











Loved this one :o) That's my *clone* in the middle--Julia.

Yeah, that's better :o)

Nicholai

A Josie-kissing-Claire, with a Bug on her back (newly one year old).



The Virginia Reel.





















































And while everyone else was fishing... :o)



If you go here, you can see a great slideshow that the Tennessean did of Vicki and the girls.

And, if you've enjoyed "Green Beans in the Garden", you'll love their cd, Farther Along, and can find it here , with clips of some of the songs, too. It's beautiful.

Supper is over, dishes done, and though the rain has subsided, in it's place a dreamy, misty haze has settled into the steadily falling night sky. Where has the day gone? I don't exactly know, but away it crept while my back was turned and I tended to countless other things. Those--all too easy to overlook, or to fail to give the true credit (and therefore loving attention) due their immeasurable worth--most important seemingly little things of the day (after day, after day), that called my name (and no doubt, called yours, too). Time to get my *littlest ones* readied and nestled into bed. Time to light the candles, put in some soft music, and head back out to that front porch swing with my sweet nursling. Time for curling up in bed, closing my eyes, and resting my heart and my mind, as tomorrow, Lord willing, I'll rise and begin afresh, as I enter into yet another, brand new day.

Thanks again for praying for James. He's doing better by leaps and bounds, day-by-day. Thanks for being caring, and kind.

"I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Lovingly, Jewels

I'll be seeing you soon

 A Simply Lovely Life

I'm coming by for a quick visit, to let everyone know that no sooner had I written this first post and my camera broke! Can you believe it? Seems like a simple enough fix *to me* (camera repair woman that I am *not* ;o). The spring that holds the memory card in, has sprung, and is no longer doing it's--crtical little--job. It is now in the capable hands of the very sweet young lady at the camera repair shop, who, to the best of her ability, has taken up my cause. So, we will see :o)

I did get lots of beautiful photos of our visit with the West's, as well as our vist with Linda, Claire's dear mama (and Wesley and Claire and Josie and Bug), the weekend that they made their big move this-a-way. I'll share those as soon as the camera situation reaches it's (happy--gulp--I hope :o) end.

Thanks for being so loving, kind, and caring, too, in your welcome back. I have enjoyed *seeing* each one of you, again (and some of you for the first time--hello :o), so much (What a marvel, this global neighborhood, yes?). It's like I was snugged in the house for an entire winter (which, in fact, I was :o) and when spring came; the windows opened wide to the fresh air, sunshine, birdsong, and budding new life all around. I inhaled deeply, stretched my arms, as I went out to sweep the porch, hang the clothes, and poke around in the garden a bit, and there were all my lovely friends, my neighbors, all doing likewise, and waving to me in the old friendly way--the warmest smiles on their faces, and the faces of their children-- saying hello. Thank-you for this, each one of you :o) It is nice to be back.

I'd also like to ask for prayer for James--20. While he was fixing a generator for dear friends of ours, a spark plug ignited, and he sustained some pretty serious 3rd degree burns on the under-side of his right arm (up to his elbow) and over his entire hand. Thankfully, he had the wherewithal to immediately rip his shirt off of his body, or it could have been much worse. This happened this past Saturday, and he's been receivng excellent, tender loving care, since. Great progress is being made, but there is still much healing to be done. Thanks alot for praying, if and as the Lord brings him to mind.

Lord willing, I'll be back you soon :o)

With much love, Jewels

May the fruit of your "summer" be especially sweet, as you continually choose to open your heart wide, and allow Love to have His unhindered way, in you, in those most dear to your heart.....and beyond.

These beautiful photos were taken by Vicki West.

You come too...

A Simply Lovely Life

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may)
I sha'n't be gone long---You come too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long,---You come too.

Robert Frost
The Pasture

And it was summer, warm, beautiful summer...........once again.



Celeisa and Aimaija picking green beans for lunch, with Julia.



Toad in the garden.

Sally Pickle Brown, queen bean picker.

Princess and the beans.

There's no place like home.

The snug and cozy, 175 year old post and beam *hobbit house* on nearly 20 acres, that God lovingly blessed us with. We're enjoying it so much. The wonderful porch is twice as long as our old porch :o) We've been able to make all kinds of creative use of it. I love it.

Very dear Amish friends--our neighbors--came by for a morning of fishing on the big pond across the road. The catch was so good there was enough for lunch, for their family, and for ours.






Julia, headed out to the front garden.





Lots of big, old apple trees, heavy-ladened with apples.



100, free-ranging, organically grown, chickens (this photo was taken the day of their--warm, fuzzy--arrival), to be harvested in a week or so. Getting lots of loving provision and attention in the meantime--total understatement, entirely :o).

One of Sophia's adorable bonnets that she's taken to makin' (for herself and all the little gals), from cloth napkins fastened with diaper pins. Too sweet :o)

When the *tall gene* (and the *shortie gene*) make/s two, four, six, look like two, four, ten :o)

James and Sophia.



James and Aimaija.





Rosie and Celeisa.



Aimaija.



Fair-maiden-eating sea creature. Run for your life.



Nicholai.

Toad in the water. Celeisa.



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Sophia, happy little mama to the many beloved little kids. Toting them around. Bottle feeding them. One of 3 little mamas in *little mama heaven*.

Little Papa.



Julia, of the mother's heart, too.

Toad, tuckered out.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.

John Lubbock

That beautiful season, the Summer.
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light;
and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Our dear friends, the precious West ladies, are coming later in the week, to stay for a week. What fun! We're all looking forward to it so much.

Perhaps you've had the pleasure of hearing *Green Beans in the Garden*, already. You'll need to pause the music (lower left side bar) before you listen, if and when you do.

CeCe (who's the lovely lass playing the guitar), wrote this beautiful little song when she was 15.

The smell of manure, of sun on foliage, of evaporating water, rose to my head: two steps farther, and I could look down into the vegetable garden enclosed within it's tall pale of reeds--rich chocolate earth studded emerald green, frothed with the white of cauliflowers, jeweled with the purple globes of eggplant and the scarlet wealth of tomatoes.

Doris Lessing

If we are ever in doubt about what to do, it is a good rule to ask ourselves what we shall wish on the morrow that we had done.

John Lubbock

Hello to each old pal (and new) that finds their way back here :o) It's been so long. I guess I never could have imagined that it would take me nearly a year to get back to the blog (to the computer, really)---but it has. I've missed everyone and have decided to just go ahead and move back into the neighborhood and make the blog public, once again.

Though I would so love to be able to send out invites to everyone that so sweetly asked if I please would, if I came back to blogging, I don't think that realistically I can. So, I think the news will have to, for now, be shared by "word-of-mouth", and anyone that would like to spread the word, can please feel free to do so. I'm not sure just how often I'll be able to post, but I'm here, and will hopefully pick up speed and get moving along at a fairly good clip, before too long. As you can imagine, I am more than a little bit out of practice :o)

We got settled into our new home on January 1st, in the dead of winter! What an adventure getting here with all the children and the animals. Dear friends went way out of their way to help us get moved and settled in. I'll always remember and be so grateful for their kindness.

The house, as I shared above, is a 175 year old post and beam farmhouse. Remember our old house with the high ceilings? This house is so cozy-cottage-hobbit-like, with it's (much) low(er) ceilings, downstairs. The upstairs ceilings have the exposed beams and are nice and high. But, I've come to love the warm embracing feeling that the downstairs has, too.

I'll give just a tiny peek into the most recent happenings (in the little one's/and Chubb's case--the tiny peek would mean, today, this very hour :o) in addition to the usually daily going-ons...

James, left his small engine repair business behind, which was no small thing, as it had grown so nicely and he would have been out in a shop this year, but God has kindly blessed him in his new endeavor, of organic farming. He's found the best of friends (our entire family has) in a wonderful Amishman and his lovely large family (15 children :o) that has extended loving kindnesses too numerous to number over these past months with all things new. He's been selling his produce, as well as the produce of some of our Amish neighbors. Actually, Rosie's been manning the booths at the markets, for him.

Joseph, is continuing on with his school work and also working for big brother Wesley. He really enjoys it and is learning an unbelievable amount *on the job*.

Rosie, is busy, busy, busy, continuing right on doing all the things she so loves; reading, writing, sewing, knitting, cooking, taking care of the animals, and tending to the large front garden (James has his produce growing in a large field in the back of the property).

Chubb, has been doing alot of woodworking, outfitting all the little ones with shields and swords and battle axes and leading them forth in battle. He still reigns supreme as superstar big brother :o)

Julia, continues to blossom into the loveliest young woman. She has really been enjoying caring for all the animals, and would just love to have a horse--perhaps one day. She continues to read, read, read every spare moment and is growing by leaps and bounds in her sewing skills. She's getting ready to launch into making dolls and doll clothes, for the littlest ones.

Let's see, Aimaija, is (even in the midst/and heat of the battles) nearly always found with baby doll in arms (or tied around her waist in an apron. Very, very adorable. They all do this--I'll have to show you :o)

Nicholai, is woodworking alongside Chubb, while they are both squeezing every drop of life out of this delightful summer.

Ditto, for Sally Brown, who is most definitely still a *pickle*, in the finest sense of the word. And, I might add, at this point, far more sweet than dill :o)

And, ditto for Celeisa, as well, running with the pack like a big girl, more the *toad* every single day. I love toads :o)

And....the latest big news.....

Just this past weekend, Wesley, Claire, Josie and Maggie Lou made the move from 6 hours away and are now living just a hop-skip-and-a- jump, from our new home. It's been (strangely) wonderful to be seeing them everyday! I give a little jump everytime Wesley just pops in the door from out of nowhere, thinking *who's that*, or *hey! what's he doing here??* :o).

They have a beautiful place. A lovely mobile home, set w-a-y back off the road on over 10 acres. To say they are thankful and excited would be an understatement (they're as happy as our 100 chickens ;o). Yesterday, was my dear darling boy's birthday (and mine and Big Papa's 24th anniversary). He turned 23 years old. We popped in for a visit and had some ice cream birthday cake and went for a (birthday :o) stroll around the property, way out back by one of two big beaver ponds. What a privilege to be able to just stop by, once again. Oh how we'd missed them. Six hours is such a l-o-n-g drive for little ones (I could hardly stand to think of them setting out on the journey each time they did come) Josie and Maggie have changed so much since I last shared photos--especially, Bug. I'll try and get some pictures up soon. Claire's mama, Linda, totally beautiful (inside and out) was amazing. She was with them for about a week helping in any and every way that she could; packing up before the move, making the move with them, and then getting them settled in once they arrived. What a loving servant's heart she has. What a hard worker she is. It was such a joy for all of us to get to spend time in sweet fellowship and shared meals with this treasured friend. We're praying Claire's mom and dad on over to the neighborhood, now ;o) I have some nice photos that I got of the three generations of beautiful girls.....Linda, Claire, Josie and Maggie, that I'll put up, too, soon as time allows.

Big Papa, really enjoys his new job, and absolutely *loves* our new home and property. He's so grateful for how God so faithfully provided for us all. I do, and am, too. A bit of stretching and lots of growing. What an adventure it has been (and will no doubt continue to be :o).

We have 100 meat chickens (for pracitical reasons, no names), a steer (Louie, who the children have had a great time feeding a bottle to), two milking goats (Maisie and Mattie, who the children have had an interesting time learning how to milk. I think they've got it down, now :o), 4 kids (Shwanlea, Bearlie, Belle, and Tuck) and our gentle mannered male goat, Pippin, (who thinks he's a dog) is still with us--enjoying his new home. Our goose, Cous-Cous, couldn't be happier, here, as we have a nice big pond for her to paddle around in, if she likes. The dogs are pleased. The kitties are pleased. Rosie's birds are pleased--enjoying that nice big porch and the lovely scenery out and beyond.

So far, so good, it seems.....for everything and everyone :o So, just a quick update. Looking forward to spending time catching up and journeying ahead, together.

With much love, Jewels

P.S.....and most especially, so many of you have written to me, before, during, and after the move and (I know you most likely will not be surprised to hear this) try as I did, I wasn't able to keep up with correspondence--period-- via email or snail mail. In order to rest up and get everything situated and running smoothly prior *to* the move, and on this side, *following* the move--with countless changes having occurred,  I had to focus almost exclusively on my family and home life, setting the computer aside almost entirely for a season. So please, do accept my sincere apology for not having written, and I hope not a single one of you will take it personally. It wasn't you, it was me, trying to keep all my priorities in proper order. Thanks for your kind understanding in this. It's nice to be able to send out one big hello, straightaway. Hopefully, it will make it's way out there to each one of you :o)

Thank-you, sweet friends...

A Simply Lovely Life

I wanted to leave the last post up for a few days so that everyone would have a chance to see it (since I've posted so sporadically lately), and no one would come by and be left wondering what happened and where I had gone. I'm not sure how many of you will see this note, but I couldn't leave without saying good-bye, for now, thank-you for you very loving words of farewell and sharing of your precious, tender hearts. I've cried as I've read your sweet notes--every one.

I would like to say in response, that I do know so very well how many of you feel, because I too, have been tenderly loved and encouraged by God, through other dear ones along my life's way, more deeply than they could have ever known, because they were in truth just a simple vessel He lovingly used. The one pursuing me, drawing me, and holding me close, was really Him. He has likewise, loved *me* through the blog, *through each of you*. I see what you see-- I see Him. He loves us so, and will continue to do so day-by-day, in and through people and ways that we never could have imagined. He loves us just the way we are, more than any other could ever hope to.

Please know, that I don't take closing the blog at all lightly and desire above all God's very best for everyone involved. Please do pray for me, if and as the Lord brings me to mind won't you, as I prayerfully consider the future of the blog. I do *hope* to continue doing what I've been doing for nearly a year now--photo journaling and writing if/and as time allows, and I do see that having the blog open by invitation may be an option. Thank-you so much for praying for God to give me wisdom. I'm praying, too.

Sending much love to each one of you. I do have the email address of each one that left me a note. If I do open the blog up by invitation it may take me a bit of time to pull it all together. If I do I'll let you know, okay :o)

Lovingly, your old pal, Jewels

A season of change

A Simply Lovely Life

First of all I'd like to say how incredibly hard it is for me to write this letter. What I'm going to share is something that I've prayerfully wrestled with for some time now, and having done so, I think I've considered it from every possible angle.

I initially began the blog as a simple journal/which then became a family photo journal, with as much writing as time allowed; a way to share our simple day-to-day life as a family, as a record of memories *for* my family, and a way to keep in touch with those I was close to heart-wise though separated from by distance and/or time.

Several months back, Big Papa asked me to pray about the possibility of taking the password off and making the blog public. He thought that the blog might be an encouragement to young mamas. Though I wobbled back and forth a bit with the decision, I came to a place of feeling good about it and deciding to go ahead. So, I did.

I love to take photos throughout each day, and so enjoy going over them at the close of the day---with *eyes of wonder* drinking in all the sweetness and goodness each and every day holds. Even in the midst of the many trials and/or difficulties that present themselves, I marvel at God's loving personal revelation of Himself, in life and beauty all around, in the simplest things and ways. How very much is there, if we'll only take the time to stop and see. So profound. He is indeed so good.

Well, as I've been praying and considering for some time, I see that it's basically come down to two foundational reasons why I've come to the decision to discontinue the blog as is, one of which has basically become an insurmountable obstacle for me, and essentially the deciding factor.

I never imagined that I would meet all the incredibly dear, precious friends, and come to care for them so much, that/and as, I have through blogging. It really is amazing to me. How quickly an entire world opened up. Some of you have blogs of your own and I love being so warmly welcomed into your worlds, some of you don't have blogs, but have nonetheless blessed me beyond measure with your loving, caring notes, taking the time to send me photos of yourselves and your beautiful families, and share your lives and hearts. So many of you, it seems, I have known for years, and to you I'd like to say, that your sweet friendship is so dear to me, and why I'm writing, deleting, re-writing, through tears.

Because of the season of life that I'm presently in--9 children still at home, blessedly full-to-overflowing days, Wesley and Claire, and the gifts of Josie and Maggie, time just barely allows for me to blog (and as many of you that have blogs yourselves can attest, there are many dimensions to having a blog, as it really is, and you quickly discover as soon as you open your curtains and poke your head out the window, a community. A beautiful world wide neighborhood, which is therefore fertile ground for *lots* of encouraging and inspiring communication and shared friendship). Well, this said, and the time factor considered, this season with Big Papa home has been far busier--granted, good things--but allowing for little to no time on the computer--blogging myself, and/or visiting other dear ones blogs---*if* (critically key word, here--if ) I want to maintain what I have--this sweetness--in life and relationship, which at it's core requires the proper prioritizing of this priceless **gift of time** bestowed upon me, so that we *do* have a lovely life within the family/and beyond, and that I might have precious memories throughout each day, *to* record in photos and words.

This leads me to the other and determining reason for choosing to discontinue. As those of you that have blogs likewise know, the world of blogdom is **vast**. One could surely, if they chose, spend the entire day going deeper and deeper and deeper into blog after blog after blog--and it's so lovely to read about other's lives. I marvel over the fact that each day 2,000 people or more visit the blog, with over 3,000 page loads---which I only share so that I might also share, that this has meant two things for me, personally...................

Though I have come to know so many of you from your loving notes and letters, through comments and emails, and consider you dear friends, the blog is public (this vast world wide neighborhood) and I realize that though I can't know everyone that comes--which is okay (I too, visit blogs that I enjoy and appreciate so much, and never comment), I've also come to look squarely in the face the fact that I would be naive to think that I could and should trust *everyone*, and my sharing, because of the who I am and because of the reason and purpose behind my blog from it's inception, is very intimate----and mainly a photo journal of my dearest and most precious possessions--my children and grandchildren--which is where my present struggle has arisen.

In a nutshell, for various reasons (real situations that have presented themselves to me), over time I've frozen up inside and have been unable to bring myself to freely share my life from day-to-day, because I no longer feel comfortable publicly posting photos of the children on the internet. For quite some time now, I have blocked out all the nameless faces (though I know that most of you are dear friends I have yet to meet--and understand that not everyone writes and/or comments) and have determined in my mind to only write to those that I do know, and the many, many, that are entirely trustworthy, trying to initially brush aside, and eventually *push away* any fears and concerns that have continually come up on my radar screen---despite the fact that I've attempted to blog as anonymously as possible. Well over time things have gone from "brushing aside", to "pushing away", to "having an elephant firmly and continuously sitting on my chest".

This has been so heavy on my heart. I have held off for the past two weeks, praying and reconsidering, hoping/ planning to blog at the close of each day as I'd typically do, but unable to bring myself to. Because, again, for me, blogging is mainly about the photos for the memories, which I can't bring myself to freely share, publically just now.

I've considered blogging differently, more writing/less photos, but I'm afraid it just wouldn't work--not during this season of my life. The blog is what it is for me---a family photo journal, with writing as time allows without taking time away from the needs of the family. I wish that I had time to share more all that is still presently so actively taking place in my life, about being a wife and a mama, about life-- knowing and loving God, about the countless lovely practical aspects of homemaking, but at this point it would still pull too much time away from the family---because I wouldn't want to discontinue what I am doing to do something else and time wouldn't allow for me to do two different blogs. And, in reality, I have to ask myself, will I really have time to blog *at all* for a season? As much as I'd like to, in whatever form.

Also, along with the priceless comments and letters of shared hearts and lives, with so many visiting I have also received hundreds and hundreds of sweet emails from dear ones that perhaps only wrote once, asking basic questions that I just don't have the time, realistically, to answer (and had typically answered already several times, *somewhere*--I know, not always so easy to find-- on the blog), and I got so buried under all those questions a while back when I got sick, that I was continually having to put the weight/and accompanying guilt of all those unanswered emails in *the mason jar*, knowing in my heart that it was just impossible to respond to them without giving up my mothering/homemaking career in order to allow me the hours in the day/s to be able to do so.

To the many that wrote to me with questions and never received a response, *please know* that it was absolutely nothing personal, and that in my heart I not only so desired to write back, but did give keeping up with correspondence more than many, *herculean efforts*---it was just impossible, and I wasn't sure how to deal with it, other than to wake up each day and try again.

I'd also like to say a ***huge** thank you to each and every one of you sweet, sweet ladies that have blessed me with the gift of a blogging award. I was so touched by your kindness, your thoughtfulness, so blessed by your loving encouragement, but again, it was just beyond me to follow through. As I've shared I would stay up late after the children were all asleep just to simply blog, and (please believe me, I do not say this to boast by any means, and again am writing through tears) I was blessed to receive so many awards and many of them numerous times that they became like the sea of emails------I didn't know where or how to even begin to acknowledge them, as they accumulated so quickly. Time became so short in the end with a new season of Big Papa being home and all else that was transpiring, that I wasn't even able to write and thank some of you--even personally for sharing the award/s with me, let alone publicly acknowledge them on the blog. I know that some gals are in similar situations to mine and have just publicly said that they are unable/or have even chosen not to, receive the awards and choose others to likewise bestow them upon. Through hindsight, I wish that I would have known/thought to say **something/anything**, on the blog, in regards to the kind giving of the awards, and my difficulty/inability to receive/acknowledge them, time-wise. If I have hurt anyone's feelings/or offended, albeit, please do know, unintentionally, I'd like to ask that you would please forgive me, and thank you for extending grace to me, in your kind understanding. This has been another weight that I have many times placed in the mason jar, as I tried again and again, hoping to *catch up* one day----while all the while falling further behind.

This has been a difficult letter for me to write, and I'm sure looking back I'll wish I *had* said this, or *hadn't* said that, but, I know many of you have been lovingly concerned because I haven't posted anything in a couple of weeks, and didn't want it to drag out any longer. As much as I may have wanted to, I just couldn't go on posting as usual. So, I'm sharing as best I can.

But, in farewell, I thought that we could take one last ramble, together, okay. How I do wish that there weren't those dark corners of ugliness on the internet, or in the world for that matter, but there are, and for that reason, I just no longer feel it's wise to continue blogging as I have been, so personally and openly--in mainly photos. I wish that I was entirely free to share my life and my family in this way----I have so enjoyed doing so, and would so love to continue, more than words can say. I'm thankful for what has been and am praying about what might be.

I know how it is to draw close to someone and come to know them and truly care for them and their family through daily sharing pf their life and family, through their blog/s. I have been visiting Jenny's blog each day for so long (longer than anyones) and would probably feel like my arm had been cut off if she just up and disappeared and there was no way for me to be in touch with her (though thankfully I can, and would, still write). When my dear friend Pat stopped blogging, though she only blogged for such a short time, I missed her very much and felt/and still feel a great sense of loss at her absence, and that incredible gift of being able to visit with her every day. I have also long visited Natalie, at Isabella in the 21st Century, each day, who for various reasons also decided to discontinue her blog. I have missed her so much since she's been gone, too. I think of her each day---because, even though time rarely allowed for me to comment, through visiting her each day, she became my very dear friend. This letter seems so far removed from blogging for me. It feels so much like saying goodbye to my Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle Dean after a wonderful visit in Arkansas as we loaded in the car preparing to make the 12 hour trek back home to Wisconsin, feeling an inexpressible ache in my heart, crying as we pulled away, waving through the window---wondering if I'd ever see them again. It was a really tough decision to make.

I'll still visit blogs and say hello as time allows, and I'm very thankful for the friendships that I have developed through the blog and hope will continue, as God makes a way, beyond the blogosphere.

So, *all* this said, thanks *so* much for taking the time to read everything I've written here, *and* for your sensitive understanding. Thanks for all the other days you've taken the time to visit and for your sweet sharing. Before I go, I thought we might take this last stroll, together and I'll give a bit of an update as we walk along side-by-side, the way that things have been for a brief season--so sweet. A gift I'll treasure always.

In the photo above is Miss Maggie a little over 2 weeks ago--almost 2 weeks old. Isn't she precious!

And, here she was, also two weeks ago-- 2 weeks old............







Being adored by her loving mama.



And, Miss Maggie, just yesterday---who is 4 weeks old, today. Happy one month birthday, beautiful Bug!

How about those big fat cheeks! How about that adorable chin! *Love* that way-too-cute-little-pugged-nose! How did we *ever* get along without her? That's the question. :o)

And, a family stroll last Sunday afternoon at one of our favorite spots. We went on a lovely hike as a family yesterday afternoon, too, but I forgot to grab the camera. Just as well, as I was able to meander along holding Big Papa's hand nearly the whole time since I wasn't snapping photos, which was especially nice :o)







We hiked into the woods as it got darker and darker.

The gift of a bouquet for me, from Nicholai.





















Doesn't Julia (snoozing standing up) look just like Big Papa (snoozing standing up), here! :o)





Yesterday's arm wrestling championship. Big Papa takes James down! :o)









The boys are still working away on the house--up and at 'em bright and early. It's still on the market, and we're awaiting God's timing, if and as it's His will for it to sell.



A little bit of a visit ..............

I share these few photos of the house as the closest I can come to actually having you over for a little visit, to show you just a bit of what we've gotten situated by working away to prepare to put it on the market and to say thanks, most truly, for being so incredibly caring and making your way right along beside us; praying for us and lovingly encouraging since Big Papa heard that he'd lost his job. We have had so much peace amidst the journey--peace and joyful anticipation as we live out today and look ahead to the blessed next season God has planned for our family. I know that it's in large part a direct result of so many lovingly remembering us before the Him. Thank you.

Though the journey is not yet over, I do have exciting news to share with everyone--Big Papa got word just this morning that he got the job that we had been praying that he'd get, if God saw fit to give it.  So, now we're prayerfully waiting upon Him to sell our house--as the job is out-of-state. This has been a season of waiting--how much we've learned and how much fruit has been, and will doubtless be, borne, amidst and following, the waiting. God is so good. I love Him so much. If and as He brings us to mind, please pray that the He'll sell our present home, here, despite the situation with the housing market right now--we know that He's far more than able, if it's His desire for us to relocate. He has provided the job----and we are so grateful for that.

Our little house, at long last, completely painted.













Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, for your loving encouragement and friendship. Thank-you for caring about us and praying for us. Thank-you for being so very sweet, for opening up your hearts to me and mine. We have been immeasurably blessed through the blog. For those that I have written back and forth with, I've so appreciated the time you've taken to share your lives with me---please do feel entirely free to still write, if and as time allows. I'd love to hear from you. I'm really, really, really, going to miss you guys---really, more than you can know.

Lovingly and most sincerely, Jewels

Another day, and the drawing

A Simply Lovely Life

A treasure find. Rescued from a bin at the landfill. Getting cleaned up nicely, and readied for painting. Bedding will be made. A(nother) solid and sturdy, lovely new (ancient) wooden bed for the baby dolls.

Driver's Ed.

Lookin' dapper. Mama just cut your hair.



Birdhouse face.



Rocked in Big Papa's arms, while he sang hymn after hymn, 'til you were fast asleep, and resting sweetly at his side, for an hour and a half. This is the life.













The dear one drawn for the clothespin bag was, Tracy. Congratulations, Tracy :o) I wish you many fine sunny days at the clothesline, full basket/s at your feet, the wind in your hair, hanging out load after load after load! Do send my your mailing address when you get a chance, okay :o) Thanks so much, everyone, for joining in. Tracy's site is very warm and friendly and on it she has much to share. If and as time allows for you to go by for a visit, you're sure to be encouraged.

We had a great day, yesterday, and were blessed to have Wesley, Claire, Josie, and Maggie come and share the afternoon and evening with us. Rosie made a delicious pot of George's stew, which has become a favorite with everyone. Another full and busy day, here, today, everyone doing the usual chores, mornings spent doing schoolwork and some ongoing projects (fun for the little ones, and some, more of the *work* variety, for the older ones among us! :o) All is quiet here, now as most of the little ones are sound asleep and everyone else is winding down, ready to crawl into bed soon, themselves--myself included.

All through the weekend Big Papa and I were sharing back and forth about the wonder of God's loving care and goodness to us, in every way. I went by to visit Ann, at her lovely blog, Holy Experience, and my eyes filled with tears as I read this (just one of her very many) lovely post, that said nearly word for word what we had shared back and forth, repeatedly, over the weekend---almost as though Ann had been a little bird on the windowsill, overhearing everything we'd said :o) How very, very, grateful I am, to be the Lord's. How thankful I am, that it's all *Him*. Thank-you, for sharing your heart, and mine, dear precious sister, and friend.

I hope that each one of you and your families had a lovely weekend, and a fine Monday. Thanks so much for taking the time to come by for a visit. Thanks again for all your loving hellos and the sharing of your own precious lives.

The Lord bless you and keep you, and yours.
Lovingly, Jewels

Sing a song of summer's end

A Simply Lovely Life

Off to the seaside. Crabbing with Big Papa.





















































It's been a gorgeous day, today. The sun is out in it's finest splendor. After a morning of chores and projects there was crabbing with big papa, time spent in the pool, fans blowing, music playing, books being read and naps being taken. We have some oven-fried chicken in the oven baking and nearly done--filling the house and whetting our appetites, with it's savory aroma, potatoes cooking 'til they're soft enough to be mashed--James's special recipe, coleslaw, corn, green beans and garlic bread. After we've gathered 'round the table and enjoyed the good food, conversation and laughter, Big Papa and I will be packing the littlest ones into the van and heading on over to take dinner to Wesley, Claire and their precious babes. I've looked forward to it all day.

I had the sweetest time, last night---another priceless gift, of sitting on the big wooden swing out in the yard, that my dear kind dad made for me; before a warm, roaring and crackling campfire, holding the sleeping princess, Maggie Lou, borrowed in snugglie, curled up small, in her downy soft comforter nest, sound asleep. She slept in blissful contentment, until her wee belly began to get a bit rumblie, and she began rooting around looking for mama and her milk.

For those that haven't yet heard the joyous news, Kimberly was blessed with a darling baby boy! Here's the news of the birth, and here's an update. Just like Maggie, Kimberly's little one arrived before the midwife arrived (or in Maggie's case before Claire even got in the car and on the road to make her way *to* the midwife). It makes me so happy to think of these two dear little mamas now happily situated with their priceless treasures. I hope they both keep resting, resting, as much as they can, letting those that love them tend to their needs and care for them. It's a busy life, the life of a mama, and all too soon, they'll be back in full swing, as dear Claire pretty much already is. Do pray for them both if and as the Lord brings them to your heart and mind. And also, please do remember to pray for dear George and Kathy, too, won't you. I know each one here would be so grateful for your loving prayers on their behalf.

I hope that your day was lovely, and that your weekend passes slowly with lots of time for drinking in the life, love and wonder all around you, bit-by-bit, moment-by-moment, along the way.

The Lord bless you and keep you, and those most dear to you. Remember to freely cast your cares upon Him, and leave them there. He cares for you so. You will never, ever, know another, that cares for you, that loves you--just as you are, as deeply and truly, as He does.

Lovingly, Jewels

Blessed to receive

I actually wrote this entire post, yesterday, and then my computer froze up (the dsl line just up and quit working) and everything that 'd written was lost. So, since I had squeezed in the time to write that, there was just no time remaining in the day (or night) for me to begin all over again.

I had wanted to say that I was so sorry that I missed out on the planning stages of a swap--a cloth napkin exchange, that's in progress just now, over at Rhonda Jean's blog. The dishcloth swap was so very nice and I had hoped to let everyone know if another swap was in the works, but it just so happened that it fell during the exceptionally busy days of the past week or so, when time just didn't allow for me to blog. So, I am sorry about that, and do hope that all goes well and perhaps Rhonda Jean will do another, similar type swap, not too far down the road.

<<<<Update>>>> Rhonda Jean left a note saying that she'll be glad to extend the napkin swap sign-up, through Sunday. So, if you would like to be included, please leave a comment to let her know, here. The swap will close down again, on Monday.

For anyone that's desirous of ongoing learning and encouragement in the foundational practicalities of the fine art of homemaking, homekeeping and simple living, I'd just like to say, again, that Rhonda Jean has so very much to share, and she shares it so generously and beautifully, and all in sweet friendship. If time ever allows for you to take a visit and explore her archives you'll be so blessed.

Also, I have been moving mountains to try to get to the computer to rewrite the post that I lost, because in it, I so wanted to mention a drawing that's being held over at little jenny wren's, which ends, tomorrow for one of these adorable little cushions dolls in the photo above. I was blessed to receive mine in a lovely package that recently arrived from dear Jenny, and her very sweet daughter, Kate. Although the drawing was initially suppose to have ended, yesterday, she has extended it until tomorrow (Saturday), I believe. So, there's still time to swing by and leave a note to be entered for the gift of one of her very cute dolls.

Many have written to me, asking if we make dolls like the ones that my children have, and/or would we make one for them. Although we have made many dolls and do hope to make them at some point in the future, time just isn't allowing for it just now, *so* for those that would like to be able to have one made for one of their children or grandchildren, Jenny would be a wonderful resource, as she's a very gifted doll maker. She always has dolls in her etsy shop, but she will also make custom dolls (you would choose the skin, hair, eye color, etc....) You can see photos of many of the lovely dolls that she's made, here in her doll gallery, as well as here and there throughout her blog.

So, did I enter the drawing?? Yes, I did. You see this great big tug of war ensued, in my heart, as I sat in my rocking chair admiring this adorable little doll with it's cuddly body and cute knitted cap, as four (very cute, sweet, nurturing) little ones clamored to see, hold, and yes, become mama to, the baby! It did take all (the selfishness) I had, to give them a little look and then say, "welllll, mama/grammy's going to keep the baby and be her mama!

Did I feel guilty? Well, yes. And yes,* I still do* feel somewhat guilty, *but* that's where the drawing comes in. I figure that if my name is the one drawn I could then hold my own little drawing on this side of the world (Jenny's in Australia) and enter each of *my children and grnandcildren's names in it and then the name that *I* draw, here, can have *the other* doll. Well, I suppose I could have entered each of the children in over at Jenny's (hmmmm, this idea is only just now coming to me ;o) but, no, I'd probably feel guilty about *that*, too! So, I share my major dilemma, so that no one will hold it against me, if my name is the one drawn!! :o) :o) I am not saying it so that you'll feel pressured to *give me* (or or one of the children, rather, the doll if *your* name is drawn! ;o) Just so you know.

Also, if you're headed over to Jenny's you might want to take the time to read this *excellent* article that she wrote about the immeasurable value of loving your family and making your house a home.

And, I believe that you also be very encouraged and blessed by a likewise fantastically well thought out and articulated article that Natalie  (who actually has two blogs) wrote, Women's Work and a Simple Life, right along the lines of the very same. Both are excellent, and if time allows, would, I believe, be well worth your time to read.

Now, back to the wonderful package that was filled with treasure! Jenny also made this incredibly nice tea cosy for me, and it fit my **favorite tea pot** ( confession, here---favorite teapot that just happens to belong to Rosie, that I have been trying to persuade her to give to me/trade me for, etc....for years--to no avail, but I *think/am highly hoping* that the arrival of this perfectly suited wondrous tea cosy may have persuaded her in my favor and cinched the deal! ). Isn't it beautiful. I just love the colors, and the feel of the wool.



I also received the precious gift of this beautiful poem and a card from Kate. Isn't the poem lovely!



And Kate also sent along two lovely origami birds that she had made. I had to take the photos in near darkness so only one photo came out and even this one didn't come out too well.



And, when I opened my sweet card from Kate, all these little butterflies cut out from the border of the poem came fluttering out. How special!



I also received this delightful doily from Jenny, made all the more special to me by the fact that it was some of her own found treasure from a trip to *her* thrift shop. If you read Jenny's blog, you'll know that she shares her days in the warmest, most friendly way, and you almost feel like you have done what she's done or gone where she's gone, that day, with her. Well, it was really special to me, to feel as though I had made a trek to the thrift shop to poke around, with her, and actually found something (there in her neighborhood) and brought it home!



How very blessed I was to receive these very kind and generous, lovely gifts.

I was actually going to share about two other very thoughtful, special gifts that I received, here also, but time has run out as I am once again, beginning to fall asleep, so it seems I'll have to save them for another day.

I still haven't forgotten about the shrimp scampi recipe. It's on the top of my list.

Thanks so much for taking the time to come by. I hope you've enjoyed these past couple of days. All is very well, here--busy, but well. Some very dear friends came by for a visit and supper, and Wesley, Claire, Josie and Maggie, came by as well. What a wonderful time we had.

Well, one eye closed, and the other one falling fast, so I'm off to bed............
Lovingly, Jewels

A small gift to give

A Simply Lovely Life

In the midst of all the big projects, packing, travel, waitings and wonderings, real life is still going strong every which way 'round about me, and for that I am exceedingly thankful.

The air is filled with delicious rumblings of autumn--a welcome respite from the long hot, lazy days of summer--that will so soon be looked back upon as having all too quickly passed. From cool mornings curled up snug and warm beneath down comforters, to barely-opened eyes and tea-cupped hands, soups and breads shared at the noon hour, line after line of laundry flapping in the sun-kissed breeze; work clothes, play clothes, day clothes, night clothes, towels, sheets and diapers, the long anticipated hard-shelled bounty of the garden's bed, growing heavy on steadily green-to-browning vines, as the earth makes it's way towards the next season's rest, to the gently lulling rhythmic chorus of cricket's song during the twilight hours when the day is nearly done, and those my heart holds dearest and best, gathered together at it's close, good and tired, before one-by-one, each heads off, to stretching out long, stories, and bed.

Though I had intended to have this gift drawing in August, August has somehow entirely come and gone, and here stands September in it's stead. For all those, that like me and mine, find great pleasure in the simple homekeeping task of hanging out their laundry to dry in the fresh air and sunshine, either Rosie, or I, will be sewing up a clothespin/peg bag that fits over a wooden hanger--just like ours pictured here, to share with a dear one whose name we'll draw next Monday. If you'd like to be included in the drawing, please just leave me a note on this post, okay. Every one is most welcome, near or far. :o)

Well, I've set up camp at my bed's side, here with my laptop, and that big comfy feather tick, comforter, and soft mound of pillows are, to the very sweetest tune--calling my name. And, well, being the tired out gal that I am, I am being irresistibly drawn by their sway. So, I'll close for now and share the rest of what I had planned to share this evening, tomorrow, Lord willing. Maybe, I'll be able to pop in a bit earlier since I have all the photos I had planned to share, tonight, already uploaded, and the thoughts I'd hoped to write already twirling and swirling about in my head. I just can't sit here like a *blob* any longer.........I've got to hit the hay! :o)

I hope your day was filled with countless good things. They truly are everywhere, all around us, too numerous to number, aren't they?--in the simplest things of everyday; family, food, sunshine, jobs well done, rest sweetly taken, music, laughter, kisses and embraces. Having gotten snugged in and spent as much time reading as my heavily-lidded eyes have allowed, how I love to surrender to their closing while taking silent, thoughtful inventory of the beauty and blessings that filled my day. Oh, how I pray, to daily see life, through childlike eyes of wonder and a grateful heart. God is so very good, always, in all ways.

Still praying for Kimberly and her precious treasure, who will be nestled in her loving arms, so soon. So very soon. Rosie is the one that tells me each and every time how to add the link with the html---she's sound asleep, so I'll have to get her to help me add it in, tomorrow---just so no one misses Kimberly's big news! Sleep well, precious little mama.

Much love to each one of you. Thanks for coming by to visit, and again thanks so much for your kind, caring words of friendship. I did get quite a few notes written today, but I'm still a good way's behind--making progress, though :o) I also got to do a bit of blog *visiting* today, too, which is always so nice. Lord willing, I'll see you, tomorrow--I haven't forgotten about that shrimp scampi recipe, either.

Jewels

Re-entering the blogosphere

A Simply Lovely Life

A very loving hello to each of you, my dear friends. Please do forgive my entire-week-long absence, without so much as a word, which was entirely unintentional! Throughout each day I had planned to blog at the end of it, but by-and-by, one-by-one, as the end/s rolled around, there just weren't enough hours in the day/s for me to actually do so. Once again, so much to tell, so very little time to tell it.

It seems that I had fallen into the rhythm of blogging at the close of each day, after all of the little ones had been tucked into bed and fallen fast asleep. But, between Big Papa being home each day (and me accustoming myself to *his* rhythm, which at this early stage of the game is somewhat like me--turtle woman, gearing up, and working out for, a marathon ;o), preparing the house to be put on the market, preparing to show the house and actually showing it, as well as the ongoing, wonderful ordinary daily be-ings and do-ings of life, once the Littles had been tucked in, I too, was falling fast asleep and ready to crawl into bed, myself--the busy day done, with no time remaining for writing. And so it has gone for the past 7 days (scratching my head in disbelief--have *7* days actually passed??).

Thank-you, so sincerely, for each one of your loving, caring notes. I'm actually falling asleep as I type, tonight, but so wanted to touch base with you, to send a loving hello and let you know that all is very well. Regardless of how late it was or how tired I was, I had determined throughout the day to at least type out a quick note, tonight. I do think that things will begin to slow down somewhat, now that so much of the hard work is behind us and the house is finally on the market.

Today was the first truly quiet day in a while, and it felt so good to have it be so. Actually, last week was so busy that I didn't even get to see Claire, Wesley and the babies again until, today. Claire was very blessed to have her lovely, sweet mama, Linda, there with them during each day and evening, for the entire week. Again, I had to let things go, resting in God's perfect plan, that looked somewhat different than my own would have been, as the plan of my heart, every single day, was to get back over there to visit with them all, especially Linda (that I haven't seen in far too long), as well as get a bunch of photos of her with Claire and the babies, but alas, under the circumstances it was just not to be---again, just not enough hours in each day. Rosie had the privilege of going over and spending several nights with Wesley, Claire, Josie and Maggie, and I was able to send my love along with her, but did so miss going myself.

So, all this said, imagine my delight when I woke up from a nice long nap, this afternoon, to a call from Wesley, saying that they were headed over our way. So, on they came and we enjoyed a lovely, quiet afternoon and evening, together. Rosie made a really delicious dinner of shrimp scampi over garlic angel hair pasta (the excellent recipe came from our beloved friends and next-door neighbors, Judy and Charlie), fresh-from-the-farm corn on the cob, a wonderful salad, and garlic bread. It was a fantastic meal--the best! I'm hoping to share the recipe, along with a gift drawing, tomorrow.

Well, the baby is waking up and will want to nurse, so I'm going to close for now, sharing more than a few photos of our littlest love and just a few of her many admirers. As in the past, no time to go over, so thank you for eating the fish and spitting out the bones, and knowing what I meant to say, regardless of how I may have actually said it. I'm here typing away in total darkness, the whole house is asleep, all but Big Papa, Celeisa, and me (and remember I am only about one quarter awake). Thanks for being such kind, caring, very dear, loving friends.

Maggie's lovely middle name is Louise. She's even sweeter in real life than in the photos. Oh Natalie, I only wish that you could give her a nice big sniff or two, or three---she smells heavenly, truly. And Jenny, I will post a photo of her in her lovely little booties, soon. They fit her perfectly, and look adorable on her, but ended up not being here with her, today (clucking my tongue and snapping my fingers in disappointment).

So, here are the photos, and Lord willing, I *will* be popping back in, tomorrow. Seems I have so much to share. You are probably all secretly marveling over the fact that I was **able** to keep quiet for so long (in *your* defense--of having thought such things about me ;o) let me whisper, here, that my mom and my Aunt Cher, seem to more than occasionally have a slip of the tongue and call the blog the *blob* (hmmm, blob--do you think they're referring to me? :o), and have somehow (don't ask me how) managed to endear themselves to me (even further) by doing so!

Of course, it has more than occasionally crossed my mind that perhaps this is due to the fact that they are secretly envisioning me (though hmmmph, truth is, they might even be discussing and sniggering over it, there a thousand miles away--behind my back! ;o), me--sitting like a *blob*, *blab-blab-blabbing* away on the blog, although I can't tell you for entirely certain, because they have yet to let the *blab* part slip (though I do have my ears wide-open, listening for it :o). So, tired as I might be, I do realize that they were probably not alone in their amazement that I was not blobbing and blabbing, on the blog (for 7 whole days!)---especially in light of all that's been transpiring! C'mon, tell the truth. Admit it. I know they weren't alone! ;o)

So, enough blabbing, and on to the photos.

Miss Maggie's adorably ducky, little profile.















Maggie and Pa.



Maggie and Auntie Julia.



Maggie and Auntie Sophia.



Maggie with Pa, and Auntie Rosie.



Maggie's hand.



Miss Maggie's feet, and her little tiny wool soaker pants that were knit by her loving mama.



I hope that you've all been well. Thanks very much for taking the time to come by. Thank-you for taking the time to share your lives with me, as well. I will write back to those that have written to me, just as soon as time allows. How blessed I am by your sweet, loving letters and photos. Thanks for extending grace to me in the letter answering department, I know I'm slow. I'm also grateful.

Lovingly and most sincerely, your friend who is now off to bed, Jewels

B is for Baby Bug, Bicycles, and *Birth*day

A Simply Lovely Life

Thank-you, for your love and prayers, for sharing in our great joy. All of your sweet notes were so appreciated, each and every one. It made the birth all the more special, sharing it with all of you.

When I think of how amazing and wonderful the birth was (which I credit to all the loving prayers on Claire, Bug and the entire family's behalf) I get really excited about seeing what God has in store for us (knowing that you guys are so true blue, caring, and praying!) as we wait on the job and housing selling?/relocating? situation. We are majorly reaping the benefits of your prayers as we are accomplishing more in a couple of weeks--renovating the house-wise, than we have accomplished in years! And, all this is happening in the midst of the regular daily doings of life (which is no small potatoes), traveling, and *births*! Thank-you, for thinking of us, praying for us, and encouraging us. You're very dear and we're grateful to you, each one.

If the brightest shining star of Saturday was Bug being born, the lesser lights gathering 'round her coming, would have been new bicycles.

For those that might remember me mentioning Heidi, Big Papa, the little ones, and I, took a country drive to Heidi's place. The drive is scenic and lovely and as I've shared before, Heidi is a warm-hearted, kind, beautiful woman. Her little shop is filled with an ever-changing assortment of treasures. We actually went for the little drive to give the older children some time to work on projects uninterrupted.

Well, the day's gold-mine-ind was this cherry-red bicycle for Nicholai, for $25.00.

Everyone was excited and happy, with, and for him. What a great bike! It looks perfectly brand new. He was/and is *so* proud of it.

Well, in the early afternoon James and Joseph pulled me aside and told me that since Nicholai had been blessed with this like-new bike, they'd like to surprise Sophia and Aimaija, by buying them each a new one, too. To which I replied, my mama-heart a bit choked up, " Wow. Hey, that's really thoughtful. Sure, that would be great!"

So, off they went in their truck, to very shortly thereafter return with the (what was a *total*) surprise.

The little girls all looked so cute in their latest matching outfits that Julia whipped up for them, which they were all wearing for the Saturday (unbeknownst to us then *birth*day) gathering!

James and Joseph are wearing their new black shirts that they had made up for their business, that Wesley designed the logo for--they look great.

So, I share the photos that follow to paint a bit of a picture, of this incredibly lovely day that led right on up to Bug's amazing, beautiful, birth. What wonderful, to be treasured, memories. Good food, good fun, good times---together. And remember, Claire was in the midst of (what seemed like) "the-labor-that-really-never-was", throughout the day! :o)





I'm not sure what was more exciting, the bike, the instructions,





or, the water bottle that came with it!







Well, I have to pause here, to say, that the only "fly in the ointment" (which resulted in a real "bee in her bonnet"), was that Celeisa is just old enough, and just with the program enough, to realize/take note, and begin thinking that "something was rotten in Denmark", and while every body else was celebrating new wheels, *she* was left high and dry, entirely forgotten, and got NOthing---which (to put it lightly) did not sit too well with her!

At first she just kind of sat quietly by.......on her old bomber, looking sort of *toad-like* and miserable.



Then, as the party picked up, it was like salt being rubbed in her wounds and she began to let her feelings (of being crushed over being entirely left out) get the best of her and by and by, (in no uncertain terms) be known.



I know, I know, Julia isn't looking particularing merciful here, is she? I think, truth be told, that she was just a bit taken aback by the fact that I was right in her/their face/s with the camera at this moment of intense misery for poor Celeisa (you know, thinking how heartless *I* was!), and this look may have been in defense of, and in the name of, rallyance around her. Just surmising, but perhaps :o)

So, James and Joseph, did what any good brothers who have invested great amounts of time and effort tying heartstrings with little sisters and brothers, and are therefore highly desirious of *not losing ground*, unnecessarily, would do..........................They hopped up (as though a fire had been lit simultaneously beneath each one of them) and headed back towards their truck, to drive *back* to the store and get a bike for *Toad*.

Who seeing them headed that-a-way, hopped out of Julia's arms and raced right over to have words with Joseph-----which I assume went something like, "you *are* headed out to the store *to get me* something equally as wonderful as what you got *them*, right????" pointing to the vehicle that was to carry them there and swiftly back, to her, with the (ohh, she could only imagine *how* good) **goods**.



Sure enough, back they came lickety-split, to redeem themselves, and as you can see.................all wrongs were quickly forgiven. And again (as you will recall with Aimaija and her new bike and particular fancy for the water bottle, surpassing her fancy for the bike itself), I'm not sure what *she* liked more, the box, or the trike, or the bell that came with it! :o) She was *really* diggin' the new box (car) and the bell!































Checking out a real toad, with Auntie.









Auntie Rosie put Josie's hair up in a bun--very cute.



Love and kisses.



I can't say for certain, but Celeisa might have been just *a bit* befuddled over the fact that *she* didn't have enough hair for hers to be put up in a bun, too (this was before the big bicycle party episode :o) But, I did detect a little toad-likeness, here, too.





And, guess who fell asleep while being pulled in the wagon by (the amazingly strong-armed) Auntie Sophia, and slept for over and hour.















And, I thought I'd save this news (which was very exciting for me!) for last...................

The good word is in, and Bug is now officially...................

Maggie!

And let me tell you, she looks like a little Maggie, too.

She made her little way to the dr.'s office today, and at just over 2 days old she weighed 6 lbs and 12 ounces. Little wee Bug.

I hope each of you had a great weekend and a wonderful Monday. Kimberly is due to have her baby any time now. I believe that today was actually her due date, but she was anticipating going a little late. Jenny's father is doing much, much better and will hopefully soon be going home--thank-you for praying. And thank-you, thank-you so very much, for remembering George and Kathy in your prayers,too. I so appreciate you remembering them.

Well, I'm good and tired out, so I'll bid you farewell and I'm off to get snugged into bed. Just about everyone else is sound asleep, and tomorrow will be another busy day. Thanks so much for taking the time to come by, and for taking the time to say hello, if and as time allows--I always so enjoy hearing from you. We all do.

Lovingly, Jewels (the so very thankful to be, mama, to my many precious treasures, and grammy, to my beloved/s, Maggie--the wee bug, and Josie--the wondernose).

Joyous news

A Simply Lovely Life

Well, okay, are you ready for this? I shared that Wesley, Claire, and the little ones, spent the day at our house. Although Claire had a contraction here and there they were few, sporadic, far between, and only lasted about a minute each--while Claire quietly breathed through them. She took a nice nap in the middle of the day, with little to no action. Things continued along this way until just before they left our home around 9:30, and then she had a few contractions in a row, but still a aways apart and not too long in duration. The plan was that they would go home (we were all still wondering whether or not she was truly in labor) try to relax and get some sleep.....just incase it was the real thing .

It seemed they had no longer left than we got the call, that things had suddenly picked up and it looked as though it was time to go. So, while the gals quickly loaded up the van I popped on the computer to  leave you all a short note and ask you to pray.

We got in the van and flew to their house, knowing that we had a two hour drive. I was praying all the way, hoping that Claire wouldn't be too uncomfortable during the trip there. Just as we turned onto their road our cell phone rang. It was Wesley's number, but he wasn't on the other end. Within seconds we were pulling in the driveway and making our way into the house.

As we walked in the door, expecting to see Claire waiting and ready in the living room, Wesley strode towards us and in a wide-eyed animated way said, "The baby's here! She was just born!". At first we thought he was joking, but no, Bug had indeed made **her** way into the world, at 11:09 pm. Claire was curled up on the bed, radiantly beautiful, holding her littlest love in her arms.

We spoke with the midwife over the phone, while Claire delivered her placenta, all the while Bug latched on, nursing away.


Rosie, Celeisa and I, are still here and will spend the night. Everyone is sound asleep, and Claire, *over the moon with joy*, has had a bit to eat and drink and is beginning to doze a bit, too, with her precious little gal still nursing away at her breast. Soon as Josie wakes up she'll get snugged beside her, too. 

Tomorrow, Claire's sweet mama will be arriving and staying for about a week, and Bug will journey to the Pediatrician's office and we'll find out how much she weighs! She's rosy and roly-poly.

What a surprise! How thankful we are that everything went so wonderfully well. Bug, (who still hasn't been named), is perfectly beautiful. Josie, has a sweet little sister to little mama and love.

Thanks so much for praying. Off to check on the dear darlin' girls.

Lovingly, Jewels

I'll share more photos soon :o)

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The few photos that I was able to get of Bug's first morning. She is **sweet**, so sweet. I could hardly stand to leave when I did, this morning, mid-morning.

Bug, snugged in her mama's lap, getting a sponge bath.

A Bug-sized yawn.

Josie, holding *her baby*, Bug, with her Papa watching over. Wesley was one tired Bird when all was said and done. He did a great job! We are so proud of them both. So happy for them.





Still no name for this little princess, but they're working on it :o) I'll let you know as soon as we hear word.

Becoming a big sister

I'm popping in very quickly to send a loving hello, and let everyone know that dear Claire is in labor and we (Rosie, Celeisa, and I) are headed out now to go pick them (Wesley, Claire/and Bug, and Josie) up and make our way to the birthing center, which is a 2 hour drive away. I'm taking my computer with me and if I'm able, I'll share as things progress and as soon as Bug enters the world. It's 10:40 pm, here. Wesley, Claire, Josie and Bug, spent the day with us, today, and Claire was having somewhat irregular contractions all throughout the wonderful day. Things have really picked up in the past couple of hours............How wonderful.

I'll write as soon as I can.

Thank-you for praying.

Lovingly, Jewels

Photo above......love and kisses for Josie, from Auntie Rosie.

Joy in the journey

A Simply Lovely Life

The days are just flying by for me, lately. Whew! I'm marveling at just how much is being accomplished, seemingly at warp speed. Although I've always, truly, so loved motherhood and homemaking, they are my treasured companions as of late, providing a peaceful, comforting framework;, lending a gentle familiar rhythm to my days in the midst of so much activity, that without, my days might merely be passing me by, in a hazy blur of endless doings. It feels so good to stand at the kitchen window with my hands in a dishpan full of warm soapy water, watching the children happily play in the yard, the ducks, the chickens, the goats, while I wash up the dishes from the lunch meal we just shared. It's so nice to smell chicken baking in the oven or a stew simmering on top of the stove, while sweeping the floor, rocking and nursing the baby or just waking up from a nap beside my little one/s. There is still laundry to be washed and hung out to dry, stories to be read, salve and band-aids to be applied, bee stings to be tended to, and baths to be given. I am so grateful to be part of a family, to have a special little corner of the world to make and call, my home.

This morning, I was so blessed by my time in God's Word; my heart so inclined towards His immense heart of love, for me and mine, His Words especially sweet to me. How I hated to set it aside and make my way onto the many other things calling me up and away. How very precious, that tired as I was, and am, and as busy as I might be, they are without fail, faithfully--food and drink, light, and life, to the uttermost depths of my being, able to fill my heart and be carried along within me, throughout the myriad tasks that presently comprise my days. What a privilege to lay my many cares and burdens at His feet, and leave them there, and yet walk away, with Him, and in Him.

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee: because He trusteth in Thee.

Isaiah 26:3

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not to thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths.

Proverbs 3:5

Be still and know that I am God.

Psalm 46:10...

I read through a long lovely chapter in Jeremiah and it was like breathing in new life on a softly-warmed, gently-breezed, spring day.

I told Rosie, today. I love God. I love everything about Him. He's so kind, so caring, so sincerely interested and understanding, so desirous of our greatest good.

I read some thoughts that Rhonda Jean shared, today, and tears filled my eyes. It is such a sad state of affairs, when we think of the lack of genuine care and concern for others, especially those less fortunate than ourselves that can exist among us. I do think that children learn the very best and very most by our example, first and foremost towards them, but equally importantly, by our treatment, loving, caring or otherwise, towards, those outside of our own home and family. It just led me to ponder, once again, what priceless value there is in the time, given and taken, in truly loving and nurturing our families; extending love, oftentimes sacrificially--as mothers, as fathers, in our own homes and beyond. That's one thing that I've always so loved about Edith Schaeffer's books, as well as Nancy Campbell's books and various other writings--- the fact that they cast the loveliest, truest, light upon the blessedness of family, of fatherhood, wifehood, motherhood, childhood, homemaking; of loving and serving one another within our families, of making home a place of refuge, peace and comfort, support and friendship, of giving the gift of time and ourselves, when and where it matters most. How true that these simple day-to-day foundational things, bring forth rich, full, beautiful fruit, within the precious lives nurtured therein. Life, that extends far beyond the borders of the home, wherein it begins and lives and grows. Give H. a big hug for me, Rhonda Jean. I am going to read what you shared with the children, tomorrow.

I received a very special package in the mail just the other day. It was from Australia, from Polly, a gift that she kindly made (with her giftedness) and shared with me, through the fun dishcloth swap that we both took part in, thanks to Rhonda Jean. That's them, there in the photo above. Aren't they pretty! Aren't the patterns gorgeous! The cotton is so nice, the colors just beautiful. She also included 2 bars of wonderfully fresh-scented soap and a warm, friendly letter. It was such a treat to sit down and open up the package of homemade treasures. I haven't been able to bring myself to actually use any of it, yet. I've had everything situated next to my computer since it arrived (last Friday, I think) and every so often pick the dish cloths up to feel how soft they are and admire them, or roll the soap in my hands and take a few delightful whiffs of it's invigorating scent. Hmmm, they all look so perfectly content and happy sitting there collectively situated by my side, that I really can't say if I'll *ever* actually use them. I *want* to, and I *hope* to, but they're just so **pretty**! Almost too pretty to use--it's Polly's fault, not mine ;o) Polly was a bit ahead of me, as Rosie and James went by the post office to drop my package (with 2 very, very......extremely, *humble* by comparison, dishcloths, for Polly) off, and that very day my package arrived here in the mailbox, from her. How about that?! :o) I hope that I get to be in on another swap, and I can't help but hope that I'll get paired up with dear Polly, again :o) Thanks so much, my friend. You made my day---and have spread some sunshine on each day since. Thank-you, dear, warm, neighborly Rhonda Jean, for your kindness and the gift of your time in getting things going and pairing everyone together. It was wonderful. Truly special.

Well, we went to look at house number 4 (of those that we've seen), for the second time, yesterday. We rose early and headed out at the crack of dawn--hitting the road in the big red bus. Only Big Papa, Rosie, the little ones and I, made the first trip (in the smaller van) so, in order to get everyone's thoughts and opinions--which are so important, we all packed in and trundled along, this time around. I guess I've hesitated to share any of the photos that I've gotten of the houses that we've seen, really, because I so realize that I honestly can't know, just what God has for us, yet. But, today I thought about it and decided that just as the journey itself is much fun and a grand adventure for us, as a family, it would perhaps likewise be a small bit of fun and adventure, vicariously, for some of you. So, in the spirit of sharing the joy in the journey, I've decided to share a few photos of the 2nd house that we really like (4th house that we've looked at). If you recall, the 1st house (the one that we especially liked and served to tie some heartstrings to this new location, if nothing else) is under contract--with some folks that seem to like it equally as much as we do--remember them?? The ones that snuck in before us! ;o)

Interestly enough, this house is very, very, much like house number 1, but a bit larger and requiring much more work to be done to it. Though we have no idea at this point, if this is the house that God has for us, I will say, that the hours we spent there were equally as enjoyable and priceless in the memories made while there, as those we spent that day not too long ago at house number 1.

The property of this house--5 acres, is far lovelier than that of house number 1--which was 8 acres, as it has fields and woods and 2 sides of it are border by a beautiful river. It's actually almost like being on an island--really neat! We had the best time exploring the property, both times we went there. The children took off their shoes and pulled up their pant legs and bloomers and waded out into the water, in the sunshine. The house is empty, so as with lovely house number 1 we were granted the privelege, thanks to our very dear and kind, laid back, easy going realtor, Jean, of spending a couple of wonderful hours there. We were all truly sorry to see the time there draw to a close, perhaps never to come 'round again.

So, in the midst of the busyness of steadily working away on this house, here,



Making meals and sharing in them, together, reading and writing, story times, bath times, and endless laundry time.



We are loving and enjoying each other, while loving and enjoying and waiting upon, God. I hope you enjoy the little window into the day.

The front of this grand old house, with the carriage house to the left.



This photo was taken a short ways down the dead end road that borders the property and leads to the place where the old bridge--removed, now 25 years ago, once stood. The property extends all the way down to the river on this, the right side, and behind the house.



Isn't this a lovely front entry.



The front peak and attic window.



Joseph poking out of the upper level of the carriage house.



Along the river's edge.



The intrepid explorers.



a merry stroll through the woods.



The strong-armed lugger, and the happily-lugged.





The house needs lots and lots of TLC, which is what would make it possible for us to consider it, but which may perhaps, at the same time, be the deciding factor in it *not* being a consideration It all depends on the actual degree of work required to be done (and the amount of funds required to do them) that might not be obvious until the time of inspection. Everyone would be eager to roll their sleeves up, dig in, and renovate, provided it's something that would be within our means to do, after all is gone over with a fine-toothed comb.

But, to give you a bit of an idea (though the work well exceeds what is pictured in these couple of photos), here's the front stairway in the large entryway

Hey! Looks kind of like what's goin' on at *our* house, doesn't it! :o)



And the double front doors that I showed you from the outside of the house.



It is a long drive (5 hours each way) and each time the trip has to be made in one day, because of responsibilities, here. So, this time the older boys came up with the novel idea of taking our television/dvd player--a 13 inch screen, and rigging it up in the van, so that on the journey home everyone could snug in and relax, passing a couple of the hours watching a film! Well, it worked. They thought to use an old piano bench that fitted perfectly right between the two front seats, stacked up a couple of nice big thick, obliging old books, and tightened the whole affair down with a sturdy safety belt--it didn't budge an inch. The little ones (who have never been to an outdoor theatre--actually none of the children ever have) got all cosied in with down pillows and comforters and as the day drew to a close and the darkness fell, the show was on. It was so reminiscent of being at the drive-in theatre in my childhood days. All was quiet with occasional peals of laughter as we made our way along, home. What memories. What great fun! As Jenny shared in a note---the *driving* theatre!



Come what may, it was such a wonderfully special day.

I can't tell you how much joy it brings me to read your notes in the comments and emails. I love hearing about your lives, your families, your days, and so appreciate it when you take the time to let me know and invite me over when you've shared something special on your blogs. I wish I had the time to visit each and every one of you, every day. Maybe if we're all still blogging when we're grannies (and maybe those of you that aren't yet blogging, will be then----and oops, I already *am* a granny ;o) but, you know what I mean, right??? :o) then I'll be able to sit out on the front porch in my rocker with my laptop on my lap, and visit away, not quite so restrained by time limitations! You know, to be honest, when the pace really picked up here, and traveling became involved and all the extra time devoted to projects required, etc.....right about the time I got so sick, too, I spent more than a few days thinking that maybe I'd just quit blogging. I prayed and prayed and prayed some more. Big Papa said to me each day, as I really battled with the decision---"Oh, Jewels,they are all so sweet and dear to you. You'd miss them so much." It's so true. You can't know what a blessing the sharing of your lives and hearts has been, and continues to be, to me and to my family. I would miss you very much. *That* would actually feel like *moving*, out of the loveliest of neighborhoods, leaving the dearest neighbors.

Much love to each one of you.
Thanks so much for taking the time to come by. Thank you for your kind and loving words, and friendship. Maybe Rhonda Jean will think of another great way to bring about a time of sharing, in the neighborhood! I'll be sure and let everyone know, if and when she does. Thank-you again, for thinking of us and praying for us, and for others, as he places them and/or us, on your heart/s.
Jewels

For those that are thinking of them and praying for them, thanks for remembering Kimberly (a bit of an update, here :o), Claire ( I saw her today, and she's doing great--a bit tired but looking wonderfully well), very dear George and Kathy, and also, as God brings him/and those that so dearly love him, to your heart and mind, please do think of dear Jenny's father (Jenny shared the current situation and needs, today). I know that he and Jenny's sweet mother, as well as Jenny and her family, would be so grateful for your prayers.

I am off to bed, hoping to sleep like a baby :o)

But, wait! Before I go..........

P.S. Rhonda Jean, I had to look up *cooeee*, in the Australian slang dictionary! Hmmm, (scratching my head in ponderance, here) I wonder just how many more things you know that I don't?? ;o) Break it to me, gently, okay :o)

A loving hello

A Simply Lovely Life

We have been busy bees, here at the homestead. There is so much to tell, and so little time to tell it.

The children have been enjoying the last long days of summer, running and playing, resting and working, outdoors. Those cute baby goats are blossoming into right stout little fellows, receiving lots of love and care; fresh air and sunshine, long strolls about the property, good food and friendly company--from, and in, the Littles. Isaiah, I thought that you'd especially enjoy a few photos of the little kids :o)

Nicholai looks just so much like his dear Uncle Kevin, here in this photo. Uncle Kevin, who was a professional clown for many years, and is now a nurse. Uncle Kev must have a real cutie when he was  a little guy, hunh :o)







Julia has been sewing nearly every spare moment. I'm so thankful for her great big giving heart that finds so much pleasure in sewing new outfit after new outfit, for the little ones. I love to see the little gals dressed in sweet outfits that their big sister/auntie has lovingly made for them/or the simple little things they're just learning to make for themselves (like their super-simple-first-projects-little-granny-like-gathered-skirts, which they love and are *so* proud of :o). Using the same patterns that we've used before to make matching outfits for Sophia, Aimaija, Celeisa, and Josie, she's made a few more of the very same, in different fabrics. She just got a new crop of fabric that's being washed, dried and readied to be sewn up into colorful-wearable-fun.

The fabrics are all nice sturdy cottons. There's enough in this stack for two reversible smocks for each of the little gals. The four bottom fabrics are for the smocks. The first two up from the bottom are for the first smock (one for one side and one for the other). The next two up from the bottom (fabrics three and four in the pile are for the second reversible smock (again, one for one side, one for the other), and the cute yellow floral print on the top of the pile is for a peasant top apiece. They'll each get a pair of bloomers, too. The bloomers will all be made from the rosie colored solid in the center. I marvel at how quickly Julia is able to have enough little garments to fill a shop--usually in just a couple of days. She is my junior secretary and junior seamstress, and I'd be lost without her, truly.



And a bit closer look. The color is a bit off in the photos, and the solid on the bottom actually matches perfectly with the stripe it's to be coordinated with, just up above it.



Yesterday, we finally celebrated our dear darlin' boy, Wesley's, 22nd birthday. He's got this great big, impressive growth of a beard goin', and though I can usually see him through and through--all the way to his earliest days-- whenever I look at his face, it was somewhat of a reach for me to draw up that chubby little baby face that I shared with you all a few days ago, hard as I tried! I love, love, love this guy, and couldn't be more proud of him :o)

We enjoyed a big birthday supper, together; oven fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, a huge salad with homemade ranch dressing, and fresh bread and butter. His birthday cake was a cheesecake. We had gone to look at another house this past Saturday and about three quarters of this enchanting piece of property bordered a lovely swiftly flowing river. The river's edge held a profusive bounty of the most beautiful smoothly-shaped river stones out to the Littles. They sparkled like diamonds in their eyes as they gathered up--each the few their small hands could hold--and lugged them back along the wooded path to be packed in the van, and carried home--gifts of love, for Wesley for his birthday. I'm very happy to report, that he did not disappoint them with his reception of them. I thought they were going to wriggle right out of their skin, they were so excited.

They also planned one of their trademark big bicycle races in his honor. One of his other gifts.



Though each one fared well and had lots of fun..........



In the end it was Aimaija, who was (allowed to be) aided by Chubb, and therefore flew like the wind, that crossed the finish line first, leaving the other two hopefuls, back in the dust!



And despite her best efforts, poor Celeisa never even got out of the starting gate. Oh well, her day will surely come. I have to tell you that one of the highlights of the day for me, was a special gift that Sophia gave to Wesley. She insisted on buying him a cowboy hat (you know one of those children's felt ones). A red one. And, she purchased it with her money that she had gathered over the two days that she decided to stop sucking her thumb! Everyone was rallying around her and cheering her on, and it seemed somehow that each family member that got wind of the fact that she had decided to give it a go, just happened to have a spare dollar bill to pass her way. She was **so** proud--total understatment, and hasn't sucked her thumb again, since. She also wanted to buy him a cap gun, but the store that we went to to get the hat happened to be out of the cap guns. I think I was more excited than she was (if that was possible--oh, that amazing mother's heart) about him opening it. He was so sweet and put it right on and wore it around. We got the little ones tucked into bed, while Wesley and Claire were still here, and Sophia said to me just before falling asleep, Mama, make sure that Wesley doesn't forget his hat. I went out to remind him and was so thankful to be able to come back in and let her know--not to worry, he's got it on his head :o) Loving big brother.



Of course Josie came along with her mama and papa. It's so precious to see her join right in on all action with the gang. Amazing how, little as she is, she knows each and every one in our large family, by heart. They all love her so. She's crazy about them, too. I guess I year and a half of tying heartstrings is no small thing.





And here she is tucked in next to her mama's side.



Speaking of which, brings me to the littlest one in the family, that is due to be welcomed into the world and our lives, any day now. Claire is due in about 8 days, as of tomorrow. She is doing just great and looks beautiful. I so love to watch her love and delight in, both of her children. What a wonderfully devoted mother she is. I love her so, and thank the Lord for her sweet friendship. Many, many thanks to each one of you that have written to say that you're thinking of her and praying for her. She'll be giving birth at a free standing birthing center, and I am very privileged to be invited. I'll be sure and let everyone know when she goes into labor. I'll be taking my trusty camera along, and maybe I can even take my laptop along, too---hmmmm, yeah, maybe I will :o) Also, Kimberly is due right about the same time, so I am keeping close track of her, too, and can't wait to hear her joyous news.



Claire is so proud of that sweet baby in her belly. Isn't she cute!



I think it's safe to say that *Bug* is going to be a good bit bigger than the average bug. Though I'm sure there are some extremely large insects in other parts of the world, right?



If you go here, you can see some photos of Josie tucked away in Claire's belly. My, how quickly time passes by. How thankful I am for each and every memory that's made.

Big sis/Auntie Julia was a big hit with her free tractor rides, just the way toddlers like them......endlessly 'round, and 'round, and 'round the yard.



Today the boys were wrapping up painting the trim on the house. It's a lovely shade of green, a bit darker than the green that we used to paint the house. They have been an immeasurable help to us as we've done the things that have needed doing, in preparing the house to sell. This house is so warm and cozy and has been so loved and thoroughly enjoyed. Four of our children were born in this home. It's small frame has held a lifetime of memories for each one of them and memories too numerous to number for each one of the rest of us.



Julia and Chubb enjoyed a couple of quiet hours out beneath the weeping cherry tree at the potter's wheel and we're so proud of the fruit of their labors. It makes my heart sing to see them derive such pleasure from something, and then to have a treasure to show for it in the end.







It was the loveliest summer day, the very last day for Big Papa at the job that he's held since he was but a young lad. We had a celebration candlelit dinner for him, tonight, so thankful for how hard he's worked to provide for and make life so very special for each one of us and our family. We are still praying and awaiting word for specific employment, trusting in the Lord's perfect timing in all things, in His loving plan.

I hope each of you and your families are very well. I think of you and pray for you. Thank-you so much for thinking of us and praying for us, too. Thanks again for your kind, friendly, caring words of love and encouragement. We have a full and busy day ahead , tomorrow, so everyone is bathed, stories read, and drifting off to sleep a bit early. I guess it was a full and busy day today, too, hot on the heels of a likewise full-to-overflowing weekend. I'm looking forward to hitting my soft downy pillow, tonight, too.

Thanks so much for taking the time to come by. The Lord lovingly watch over you and keep you. I hope you and yours have an especially wonderful day, tomorrow.
Lovingly, your friend, Jewels

George's Company Stew

I'll preface this post by saying for those that will undoubteldy be curious (as I'm sure I'm not the only one :o), that Flickr is having a huge hiccup and all of the photos from Flickr have for the present ceased to exist--just poof, vanished into thin air! They not doubt have the same team at work that Typepad had taking care of business, here, just a short while ago--remember?? Therefore, I'll just go ahead and post this lovely recipe all by it's lonesome, without the shot of Rosie's hands busily at work preparing it. There may very well be some other photos missing elsewhere on the blog, but I'm sure they'll all appear and re-appear by and by :o)

Since spending our lovely day at dear George and Kathy's we have made George's delicious stew about four times. We have for years now made our stew in the crock pot, but George's smelled and sounded so good--the description was given by a true artist-- simmering away on their stove we just had to try it. Well, It's really, really, good and I'm sure we have not put near the love and care into it that George does. So if it were truly, properly made----as George makes it, it would be too good to be true. Autumn is just around the corner, here, and it will be especially nice to have it simmering away on the stove on a crisp fall day. So, do tuck the recipe away to give a try when the weather cools if it's a bit too warm for you to fire up the stove and give it a try, just now.









All right, enough chatter here's the special recipe.

3 medium onions- finely chopped

3 tablespoons of butter

Saute' until tender

Add:

3 lbs of stew beef

And cook until nearly cooked through

Next add:

3--14 1/2 ounce cans of diced tomatoes or equivalent fresh or canned from your garden

12 carrots sliced or chunked

about a lb or a medium-sized colander full of tipped and chopped green beans--whatever size you like

5 lbs of potatoes

Add just enough water to cover about 2 inches or so above the top of the veggies

And lots of freshly ground pepper, and salt

Simmer on low all day, or about 6-8 hours

If you'd like your broth a bit thicker in the end--though ours was pretty thick without thickening, when all's said and done you can simply whisk together (with a fork or a wire whisk) about 1/4 to 1/2 to 3/4 cup of flour (begin with the smaller amount and do a bit more if you need to or desire to) and enough liquid; cold milk, buttermilk, or beef broth to make it about the consistency of pancake batter. After you have this blended nicely you can ladle in a bit of your hot stew broth into the cold liquid flour mixture and then add the whole cup or bowl full to your stew, keep it on the fire, stirring faithfully while it heats up and thickens.

Again, you can add any veggies that your family particularly likes. It is really good with a nice crusty bread, sliced nearly to the bottom of the loaf, then buttered and heated up in the oven, until the butter's melted and the bread is soft on the inside and crusty on the outside. A salad goes very well with this meal, too. A couple of big pitchers of iced tea, or lemonade or juice with some sliced fruit--lemons limes, strawberries, blueberries, or fresh milk and you will have a feast fit for a king and a queen and their entire royal family.

I'd like to thank you all so very much for praying for George and Kathy and know that they appreciate it, I'm sure more than we could know. I'd like to ask you to please continue to remember them and pray for them, during this time. They would be so blessed by your prayers, and if anyone would like to leave them a note, again, I will be sure to pass it along to them. Thanks so much for your loving kindness and prayers last time I shared and for the many of you that have written asking about them and saying that you're thinking of them and praying. Thanks for being so caring. Thanks for standing alongside them as they travel this difficult road.

It has been such a busy time here, lately, that there may be some days, for a season, that I may not have the time to pop in and say a hello, and I am still quite far behind on answering emails *and* do once again thank-you so much, for extending grace to me, in this. I am so grateful for each of your notes and letters. It truly makes my day to hear how you're doing and see your beautiful photos of your family and day-to-day happenings. Thank-you for the precious gift of your time and the sharing of your hearts.

I did my shopping today, and Julia finished up 4 little outfits that she was making for Sophia, Aimaija, Celeisa, and Josie. They each get a little top, a smock and some bloomers--and Sophia and Celeisa each get a skirt to boot. She was actually burning the midnight oil to get them finished for a day trip, tomorrow, or I would have gotten a couple of photos to share. Perhaps I'll be able to next week.

The boys are still alternately working away in the kitchen and painting the exterior of the house. They're on the house trim, now. Big Papa's been leaving us with his * to do list* but will be home to really run the show and have us all *hoppin'* as of Tuesday! So, if I up and disappear in a puff of smoke, you'll know why! :o)

Thanks again for being such dear, sweet friends. Thanks so much for taking the time to come by, and thanks for thinking of us and praying for us. We're still waiting on job and house news.

Lovingly, Jewels

The beautiful home

A Simply Lovely Life

I had an extra measure of energy this morning, and it sure felt good.
The children and I all worked hard right on up until lunchtime, over which the big topic of discussion was that soon Big Papa would be home--at least for a time, and how much things would change--as his last day at his present job is Monday.

After lunch I snugged into a pile of soft pillows beside Celeisa, and read for a good bit while she slept, eventually falling asleep for a while myself. Oh, I do have to say, that the lazy lull in the afternoon felt equally good as that extra measure of energy had, earlier in the day. There's something so wonderful about falling asleep beside a little one or two, three, or four during a little piece of quiet in the middle of a busy day. How I love drifting off after as many pages as I can manage of a good book.

For awhile I've wanted to share a bit from a dear old book that I have, called, "The Complete Home", by Julia McNair Wright. There's a chapter on The Beauty of the Home, where Aunt Sophronia gives advice as to why and how to make a home attractive. I found that some of the why's were particularly interesting. I'll just do a little hopping around and type out a few excerpts. So, here ya go-- Aunt Sophronia:

I remember telling my niece Miriam before her marriage, that good housekeeping builds up the walls of Home.....In my opinion the beauty of the home is a very important matter. There are a few people who pass it by as "nonsense," say they "have no time for it," and that they must "spend their efforts on what has cash value;" being narrow-minded, or near-sighted, they do not perceive that beauty in a home has a very decided cash value. I say this, first, because if we cultivate beauty in the home, we produce there greater care and better and more cheerful spirits , and consequently better health, and therefore less outlay for sickness, besides having more effective working-force.

A growing family will be much more likely to remain cheerfully in a beautiful home, even if that beauty is simple and inexpensive. A family who are home-keepers are an inexpensive family.

I hear so much complaint that farmer's sons and daughters do not want to stay at home--they "hate the farm"--want other business; the girls had rather be mantura-makers or store-clerks, than be at home helping their mothers, making butter, and raising fruits and vegetables; the sons want to try their fortunes in the city; the parents find themselves, when their children are old enough to be efficient help, left to hired servants, who have little are to aid them in making and saving money, who are no company indoors, and meanwhile, the parental heart is burdened with fears and anxieties for the absent children, and possibly for the parental purse is burdened with their business failures.

"Instead of that rush *to* the country", said I, "the rush is away from it; the young folks think that they must go to town as soon as they are grown. Everyone wonders why and how Cousin Ann's three boys have stayed on farms."

"I think," said Mrs. Burr, "that one reason of that restless haste to leave the farm is owing to a neglect of making the farm and the farmhouse attractive. So many of these homesteads have a lonely, desolate look. No trees, no flowers, a neglect of a little ingenuity in making a pretty porch and fence for the house front, and an over-carefulness which refuses to open the front rooms for the use of the family, a neglect of making the bedrooms neat and pretty--things get a sameness and shabbiness, and young eyes pine for something more attractive.

There is that same error, as far as I can see, in villages and towns and cities, " said Mrs. Winton. " A great many people pile all the agreeable things they have into one or two rooms which they keep shut up for apocryphal visitors. The family sitting room and the bedrooms are bare and forbidding."

"And, that," replied Mrs. Burr, "the young folks go to visit their neighbors or out into the streets and look at the store windows, and so try to compensate themselves; whether they know what they want or not, all youth craves beauty: it is a natural desire."

"But what a pity," I said, "that young folks should not find what they crave in the safety of their own homes! What an anchorage for good faith and virtue is the love of an honest, pure, home. What a stay to a child in all his life, the memory of a home beautiful, upright and loving.
And by *beautiful* I do not mean the beauty which is created by money, in velvet carpets, rosewood furniture, fine ornaments and pictures. Those are all very well when they fall to our lot, but the beauty which I mean can be created anywhere, and out of almost anything, by simple good taste. I think that care to make the home attractive is the secret of the farming tastes of Cousin Ann's boys. And what a comfort those tastes have been to their parents. Reed and Fred are on farms beside their father's, Dick is with his father, and little Jack is not likely to wish to go away. What an anxieties have they all been spared, what temptations, what losses, by these home tastes."

"I was a little boy," said Mr. Burr, " when Reuben and cousin Ann, as young married people, moved to that farm. I use to think it was the barest looking place on earth. An old broken down fence, no paths, no porch, no shade, no garden; there was the land, the barns and sheds, a straight wooden house, and some field fences. They moved there in the fall. Cousin Reuben, as we all call him now, spent a good deal of time that winter in his woodlot, cutting and hauling wood, for himself and for sale, and on top of his loads we school boys saw him bringing home all manner of queer looking and shaped sticks. The old yard fence was turned into kindling wood. I remember how that place changed, not by money outlay, for they had a mortgage to pay off, but by constant industry and good sense. Cousin Reuben and Ann worked away at that front yard and around the house, every summer evening for years. Those queer sticks grew in two years into a handsome rustic fence. Reuben built with his own hands a porch, an arbor, and a summer house; in the winter evenings he made bird houses and poles for creepers; Cousin Ann got slips, cuttings, and seeds; to give her a bit of good shrubbery was to give her a treasure, and Reuben carried from the field and wood promising young shade and ornamental trees. Look what a place they have now."

"Yes, I remember. Cousin Ann told me she meant her children should not grow up in such a desolate place as that was when she found it; and she thought they would love and value it more, if they helped to create beauty there. She had them from their earliest childhood learn to help keep the place neat, and make improvements in it. They helped her in the vegetable garden; they planted and weeded flower borders; no old barrel hoops rotted on the ground there: they were used for fences to the garden bed, and for frames for vines. The boys made rustic seats, they learned to turn common things to use, they made brackets and picture frames. Everyone helped to make everyone's room pretty, and no part of the house was too good for the family. The parents took a pride in making the house nice, and the children learned an equal pride in keeping it nice....

"Well," said Mr. Winton, " the whole county knows that they are a wonderful set of boys."

"They had a wonderful mother, to begin with," said Mrs. Burr. "And every mother may be just as wonderful, who sets her common sense and energy to work for her family--who trains her children's activity to constructiveness and usefulness, instead of to riot and mischief. What boy will not prize the home which he helped make, which was free to him and all it's best things, which gave him his interests and occupied his thoughts?".......

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Though we cannot all and perhaps would not all desire to live on a farm and/or perhaps have our children live right alongside us, I thought there was much wisdom in Aunt Sophronia's simple encouragement to take the time to make our homes, as warm, cosy, and beautiful for our families as possible.

We moved three times within the first 13 months of our marriage and our 3rd home and the one we remained in the longest of the 3 was a 3rd floor apartment. I'll always remember it so fondly with it's sunny central living room, 2 bedrooms and a very small kitchen off of that, and the tiniest little bathroom--that even had a lovely old claw foot tub squeezed in--that I had ever seen. It needed a great deal of work done to it before we could move in and we had very little money. In my heart I so desired to have a warm, cosy nest for my family, and God was so faithful to meet the desires of my heart in providing the simplest ideas and the likewise simple means of implementing them.

When it came time to prepare the apartment for our little family's habitation. The walls were old plaster and our precious then 93 year old landlady--hat lived on the second floor and became a beloved friend, thought it best that we wallpaper them. New to the area, how thankful I was to discover a closeout/remanant store that was near us at the time, that had discontinued items, a bit of this and a bit of that. Thankfully, also, we had a friend that had done a fair amount of wallpapering and he was glad to lend Big Papa a hand. So they wallpapered each room and freshly painted new trim, and when they were finished that little apartment looked so beautiful--like a dollshouse.

When we were just newly married about a year prior to this apartment, I had gone to a yard sale just down the busy road from the second floor apartment we lived in, then, and found 2 very nice, enormous wooden bookcases that someone had made. Each had adjustable wooden shelves and was *heavy*. Imagine my delight when the lady said I could have them for $5.00 each. We managed to get them home, one-by-one, by Big Papa (then very Little Papa--as I was just newly pregnant with Wesley, and he was nearly as thin as Wesley) driving them home precariously tied to the top of our then little blue volkswagon beetle. Those wonderful old bookshelves have been reapainted numerous times and are still with us, today. I like to think of them being in the homes of my children and maybe even grandchildren one day.

We found a nearly new Ethan Allen upholstered chair and when an elderly neighbor of my very dear sister-in-love, Denise passed away we were blessed to get an old wooden rocking chair, a teak desk, and another old cushioned rocker. I guess looking back that we were either given or purchased second hand every bit of furniture that we had. One thing that I found early on in my homemaking career, was that it didn't take a large number of fancy things to make a home, but the greatest beauty seemed to come from the process and the lovely things created amidst a life being truly lived. The bookshelves were filled with our ever growing collection of books. I had plants near sunny windows, that I'd carried with me from home-to-home, and even grew garden vegetables in large pots out on the sunny rooftop overhang beside the fire escape ladder, outside one of my kitchen windows. This little apartment grew in it's beauty with the life of a family, within; the sounds of music and laughter, the smell of good food cooking, and bread and cakes and pies baking, friends and family.

I began to learn how to knit and to sew and another dear sister-in-love, Kathy, taught me how make quilts using the *Quilt in a Day* strip piecing technique. Soon my home began to overflow with things that I had made for us and for gifts, during the quiet hours of my day while the little ones napped, were in bed asleep in the evenings, or played with their blocks and toys, or playdough beside me. I had a clothesline (as did most of my neighbors) that was attached to the side of the house outside one of my living room windows and stretched across to a telephone poll far away on the other end of the large yard. It had pulleys that the line turned around on, and I loved to see our clothing and a long string of cloth diapers flapping in the breeze. I'm sure many of you have these.

All the photos in this post are from the family archives, taken in that 3rd floor apartment--about 21 years ago. I was 23.



Now pregnant with Rosie, finishing up my first *Quilt in a Day*, quilt top for a quilt that was a gift for my parents. Behind me is one of the two big wooden bookcases that we hauled home atop our little car. And, to the right you can see the cushioned rocker that we got second hand that I really thought was "the bee's knees". I *loved* this little apartment. At the left-hand end of the bookcase was the door where you entered the apartment--at the top of the very long, steep staircase. And on the wall behind me, was the window that my clothes went a-sailing out on my clothesline through. We lived here until James, my third darling, was one month old. James was born in the bedroom that was right ahead of me. We had quite a gathering squeezed into our little apartment the afternoon and evening of James' beautiful birth.

And below, Wesley, now nearly 18 months old, looking forward to the arrival of his first (of many :o) pal. He's sitting on the upholstered Ethan Allen chair that I was so excited to find at a yard sale, nearly new, for $15.00, and on the back of the chair is the second little wall hanging/doll quilt that I had done. I also found the lovely old hassock that opened up to a handy storage spot, inside, at a yard sale, too, and was just thrilled about that. In the first photo, above, you can see a bit of the little kitchen, behind me holding my dear darling Wesley, in that fave chair--my nursing spot, where I read him the entire Little House on the Prairie series, for the second time--during his first year ( I also read it aloud to him while I was pregnant with him). I also have to note here, that my favorite color was then, not green, but **red**, yes!? :o)

And so, life and the true beauty of home has continued on in much the very same way over these many years; my own skills, delights and pleasures--of making and keeping a home, ever-growing, and the children's likewise growing and surpassing Big Papa's and my own in so very many areas and ways; making each house a home, the tea kettle humming on the stove, making dolls and dolls clothes, making playdough, singing and the music of the guitar and now the piano, shared meals together, food from the gardens, birth days and birthdays, making clothing, drawing, painting, doing whatever gardening I was able, and on and on, and always and especially, the sweetness of shared and meaningful relationship. Friendship, amidst the joys and sorrows--the moment-by-moment, day-to-day journey of this life. The blessed life, that takes place through and in the midst of this beauty, created by the very ones within the family, that make the house a home.

I have been very kindly blessed with the gift of a number of blog awards from various dear ones--for which I so sincerely thank you, truly (some of them given a good while back--head hanging extremely low, here) and am still not exactly sure just how and when I am going to be able to acknowledge and share them, but in the meantime, I thought that I would just continue to share a blog or two, here and there, that I think all of you might especially enjoy and be encouraged by, as I have in the past.

Well, in sharing the excerpts from this vintage book there is one blog in particular that comes to my mind, that like Pat's, I'm sure you'll enjoy so very much and be inspired and encouraged by, if time allows for you to swing by for a visit---the blog of another very dear friend, Little Jenny Wren. Jenny finds true joy in making her house a home for her family and has a warm, friendly, neighborly way of writing and sharing her full-to-overflowing days, that makes you feel that you are right there beside her in her cosy kitchen, beside the fire while something good bakes away in the oven and Jenny works on making her dolls. She also has a wonderful sense of humor. She lives in Australia with her husband, two dear sons and sweet daughter, whom she loves with all her heart.

It was so wonderful to hear from each one of you that sent along a kind and friendly hello, today. Thanks so much for your lovely notes and kind caring thoughts, prayers, and encouragements. I appreciate them so much.

Karen, Nikki's cake looked delicious, thanks so much for sharing, I appreciated it so much. Great job Nikki :o) And Leah, your apron is wonderful. That's just great that you went ahead and made your own pattern, and very kind of you to share the lovely photos.

I am one tired gal and I have hopped around on this post, without meaning to, and nearly lost the entire thing several times (perhaps I even *did* lose some--but I'm just to tired to go back over it to see), so.....I am off to bed! I hope you've had a great day, or a truly lovely one is just beginning. Thanks so much for taking the time to come by.

Warmly, Jewels

With a grateful heart

A Simply Lovely Life

I'm finally poking in, to say hello, and thank-you. Thanks so much for all your kind, caring notes--in comments and emails. Thanks for thinking of us, and for praying for us. Thanks for being so sweet.

When Rosie last wrote, it seemed I was nearing the end of a 24 hour bug. Well, that turned out to be wishful thinking, as the little bug, went on to become *the great big plague*, settling in for a good while, and I finally began to feel better, yesterday.

Thanks also, for your loving encouragement to Rosie and the other children. Everyone that wasn't sick, rallied 'round, and for, any and everyone that was, keeping things moving along smoothly in forward motion. What a special thing it is to be lovingly cared for, by those that you love dearest and best.

I was blessed, yesterday, by a visit from Claire, Josie, and Bug--the good Bug :o) (who is due to to enter the world 'round about the end of August), as well as a visit from my very dear friend, Glo.

It was so nice to be out (of bed) and about and back among the living, everything looking good, tasting good, smelling good and feeling good, once again. You know how it gets after a few days of barely moving from the infirmary. You can't wait to be well, strip your bed, wash your sheets, open the windows wide--to air the room and breathe in the fresh, clean, healthy outdoors, come to carry the mouldy feeling of sickness far, far, and away! So, yesterday was a celebration day, of sorts. Though I was admittedly not the life of the party, I sure was glad to be, there :o)

Even the postal carrier seemed to know that I was up and out of bed and celebrating the very fine day, as she arrived with a large package--for me, marked *Fragile. Please handle carefully.*. The package was from my precious friend, Pat.

I opened the package to find the loveliest hat box inside, which I immediately thought was the gift (well, was I in for a delightful surprise--you are , too :o) There was also a beautiful hand painted card in the package, which in the excitement with everyone gathered around me, got set aside momentarily, as we poured over the box.



When I lifted the hat box out of the package, I realized that there might be something inside of it. So, with a host of jumping beans cheering me on, I lifted the lid. When I realized what was softly nestled in a cloud of white with little gold hearts sprinkled about, my mouth dropped open and my eyes nearly fell out of my head! Pat, an artist gifted in countless ways, had handmade a lovely marionette beauty; a very kind and loving gift, from her heart and hands.



Her head is made from a mixture of polymer clay and apoxie sculpt. Her arms are apoxie for strength and her hands are sculpted clay. Her hair is made from from the wool from their Jacob sheep.





Her dress was also made by Pat, using an 1860's pattern idea.











She's about a foot tall, and perfectly lovely in every way. I've decided to name her Patricia, as a forever reminder of dear Pat and her very precious gift to us, as well as after my mother-in-love, likewise named Patricia, and likewise very dear and so very giving. Isn't Patricia beautiful.

Pat has 7 very precious children, and together they make (among many other things) marionettes, larger than Patricia, for plays. Pat loves the Lord, her husband and her children, and lives a simple life, filled to overflowing with beauty and creativity. She does pottery, needle felting, sewing, embroidery, gardening, canning, soap making, cheese making......... with her children right alongside her. If time allows for you to go by for a visit, you'll be encouraged, inspired and blessed by her blog, her woolytales website, and 7 kids farm website--where they sell their goat's milk creations. Her blog, just newly begun, is beautiful.

After a good long while hovering over Patricia's every detail in amazement, I finally made my way back to the gift of the card, that Pat had painted and I'm going to put in a frame.



I'm beginning to cry all over again, here, thinking of the precious gift of time that went into the gift. I can't help but think of my friends Heather, Suzanne, George and Kathy, and Paul and Gloria, my friend Judy that lives next door........and the priceless gift of someone's time, so sweetly and generously bestowed, in love.

I learn the very most about love, by being loved. I'll say it again, how very good of God, that it is so. How grateful I am for the countless ones that take, and have taken, the time to extend love to me, and mine. Isn't it the very same for each one of us. I also marvel at the giving that looks for nothing more in return, than you, as a person and your friendship. Giving that finds a special joy and delight in the giving. How very much I learn.

It's been a bright sunny day here, today. James and Joseph have been busily working in the kitchen, on renovations--it looks wonderful, and Chubb and Julia have spent happy hours outside beneath the weeping cherry tree, taking turns at the potter's wheel, inviting the littlest ones to join in. It's felt so good to be back in the swing of things (even if I am still moving at a turtle's pace), joining in on the simple day-to- day activities of keeping the home, some cooking and a bit of putsing around in the garden. Ahh, I'm glad I made it out, alive ;o)

Thanks so much for your friendship. Thanks for being so sincerely caring and kind. It meant a great deal to all of us.

Warmly, your pal, Jewels (who has truly felt almost half-way to 100 these past few days ;o) ;o) ;o)

P.S. I also wanted to share a very precious, just 5 minute, video that I thought you would enjoy *so* much, of two of Pat's very sweet daughters discovering a little *faerie house* in the woods. They made the little house and the video, with Pat. You will be inspired by their beautiful creativity. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have. It's a little blurry, but still delightful. Just click here, to go to the video.

As the flu has not yet flown....

A Simply Lovely Life

I'm still here.

We had lots of rain here, but as always, everyone kept busy with various projects. Whewww! It sure is difficult to get photos with the lack of sunlight that presents itself on a rainy day, but I did my best to gather a few again, so I could share just a bit of the day, and say, hello.

A new bag. This is yet another bag made from a favorite pattern. Very simple to put together and we've made lots of them. They're sturdy, roomy, and useful for so many different things; carrying groceries, books to and from the library, as a diaper bag, etc....




A few from the collection.



A rainy day tea party.





Busy little artists





It rained and rained....



My mom asked me to send a loving hello to each one of you. She was still sick today, but felt considerably better, and is hoping to be poking her head back in, soon. Thanks so much for all your nice notes and kind words, to me, and to her. I've passed all your loving hellos along. My dad went for a job interview, today, and everything went very well. Our whole family thanks you so much for thinking of us and for praying for us. I hope you have a really nice weekend.

Warmly, Rosie

Still standing in her stead

A Simply Lovely Life

Hello everyone, my mom's still not feeling well, so I thought I'd take this opportunity to share another of our family's favorite summertime suppers with you.

New England Clam Chowder

You will need

5 lbs of red potatoes--chopped

About 6-8 stalks of celery--chopped

2-3 onions--chopped

3 tablespoons of fresh parsley--minced

2 lbs of bacon--cooked and then crumbled

2--32 to 51 ounce containers of fresh or canned clams--chopped
Just barely cover the potatoes with water and cook until they're tender

Saute celery, onions, and parsley

Add celery, onions, parsley, bacon, clams and all the clam broth to the potatoes

Add salt, freshly ground pepper, and 4 tablespoons of butter

For clear broth chowder serve as is. Be sure and have fresh cream for those that enjoy a creamy chowder to add to their bowls.

Serve hot with oyster crackers.

I also got some random pictures from today that I thought you might enjoy.

The makings of dinner......





A thriving ivy plant in the sunny kitchen window, over the sink.



James and Joseph just finished putting up a new ceiling in the dining room.




Cleaning up after a pottery lesson, given by a big brother and sister that are just learning, themselves.



Which turned into a one-sided water battle, with Sophia spraying everyone.



Beautiful butterfly hunters.....





One of them lost her clogs.



And look what they found. Monarch butterflies on the butterfly bushes.







Thanks so much for all your kind and encouraging comments, I really enjoyed reading them. Thank-you for all of your very thoughtful and caring words to my mom, too. I hope each one of you had a great day, too.
Warmly, Rosie

P.S I just want to say for the sake of those that have written to my Mom, I think between getting the house ready to put on the market, traveling back and forth to the area we plan to move to, little ones being sick and being sick, herself, she's many emails behind on writing back to those who have written her. I just wanted to share that so that no one would take it personally or be hurt if you've written to her anytime recently and haven't heard back from her. I know she's received many loving letters, and will respond to them as soon as she's able to.

Instead of a sweater

A Simply Lovely Life

Hello there everyone, this is Rosie. We've had a bug making it's way through several in the family and today my mom's the one not feeling well. So, we've sent her off to bed for a nice long rest and relax in hopes that she'll feel much better, soon. So, here I am.

My Mom mentioned that she has had several ladies write and ask about the shawls that we've knitted, so I thought that today would be a good day to share the pattern with you.

It's actually very simple, all you'll need is:

About three skeins of worsted weight wool ( amount will vary a bit depending on how large you'll want your shawl to be)

Size 7 knitting needles (if you begin and decide you'd like your tension a bit tighter, just start over--no big deal, and go down a needle size, and vice-versa, if a bit looser, up a size.)

And here is what you do:

Cast on three stiches.

Then you knit two, yarn over, and then knit to the end.

You just keep on knitting in this same simple pattern, until your shawl is as large as you would like it to be. I believe mine is about 56 in. from tip to tip, across the top, though you could just keep right on going and make yours as nice and big, cosy and warm, as you'd like. I like mine on the shorter side, that way, I can pin it on with a lovely shawl pin, and go about cleaning ,washing dishes, preparing food, hanging out the laundry, sewing, knitting, etc...... And it doesn't get in the way.

Now, once you've reach your perfectly-just-right-for-you, desired length, you can cast off and weave in the ends.

And, that's it. You're all done.

Below are some photos of mine so you can see what they look like and get better idea of the size, and plan for yours accordingly.







Please excuse the fact that they're a bit on the wrinkly side, as you keep in mind that they've been folded up all summer, anxiously awaiting the cold weather's return.

I also got some photos that I thought you might enjoy, of one of the Puddle Ducks taking a nice cool dip, on this warm summer's day.







I hope each one of you had a wonderful day. My mom sends a loving hello, from the infirmary. She also asked me to say, that she can't thank you enough for your loving prayers and thoughts, for George and Kathy and their family. I'd like to thank you, too.

Warmly, Rosie

P.S. And, a big thank-you to Joseph, for the great photos of the shawls.

The potter's hands

A Simply Lovely Life

About 6 years ago, Big Papa and I met a very precious couple at a buzzing arts and crafts fair, in a lovely local park. Nicholai, now 7, was on Big Papa's back in a backpack and I was carrying Sophia, in my womb. The other children were strolling along beside us.

George and Kathy were sitting aside in the most friendly way, amidst shelf after shelf of the most delightful pottery--much of it the loveliest shade of green, my favorite color. I would be one who would typically walk through the entire event drinking in all the creativity and loveliness, and come away having actually bought nothing at all. Well, this in mind, I had no sooner entered their booth when my eyes clapped on the most incredibly beautiful large bowls, that had been molded around rhubarb leaves. I quickly made my way towards one of them, whilst mentally claiming it as my own. Well, there was a fair-sized crowd gathered 'round in George and Kathy's tent, and it seems I wasn't the only one that had taken an immediate fancy to Kathy's exquisite rhubarb bowls. No sooner had I stepped back to consider the purchase with Big Papa, than a young gal grabbed *my* bowl and squeeled with delight over the fact that she had just found *the most perfect wedding present*. My head of course went into a bit of a swirl as I stood processing what had just transpired----mouth a-gape, all I could think was, "I don't even know you, and I'm already married!!" :o)

Interestingly enough, it was at right about that moment that I started to feel really lightheaded and began to pass out! I managed to softly say that I was about to do so, and Kathy, dear kind, gentle soul that she is, quickly grabbed a stool for me to sit down on and took me under her wing for a bit, making me feel entirely at home (while I recovered from the gal making away with my rhubarb bowl :o) The truth is that I nearly always have a near fainting episode at the beginning of each pregnancy, and I thought it was terribly good of the Lord to use it to my advantage, to tie sure heart strings with George and Kathy! He is surely the most creative of all, yes! How kind.

One aspect of the meeting that made it especially special for all of us in our family, straightaway from the onset, was the fact that even at that time, Julia and Chubb both had a sincere desire to learn to throw pottery. Well, with 10 children and a very busy family life from day-to-day, one of the primary things that we have chosen to do, is wait, in just about every area that would have had me spending alot of time outside the home, and out and about in the car, for lessons. I know not everyone chooses this route, but because it would have been lots of time traveling to and from lessons if each one was involved in lessons of some type, and we really desired to have a slower rhythm to our days, we chose to wait until the children were older, had a sustained expressed interest in something, and a would find pleasure in learning it. This has worked out very well for us. Both Rosie and Julia had an interest in the piano and now that they are older it has worked out nicely for them to be able to go, together, to take lessons from a dear friend, nearby. They have learned so quickly and it's such a blessing to see them love to practice--of their own accord, and listen to them play, throughout each day.

Well another long-lived area of interest for a couple of the children was pottery, for Julia and Chubb. It has actually been a burning desire for quite a long while for them, to try their hand/s at it and hopefully come into a situation where they could begin to acquire and develop the skill.

So, time went by and we periodically spoke with George and Kathy over the phone. At one point I spoke with George, a very precious brother in the Lord, and was so sad to learn that he had cancer--cancer of the appendix, and his appendix had ruptured. This was good in that it was through the ruptured appendix that the cancer was discovered, but at the same time devastating, because the rupturing caused the cancer seeds to spread throughout his body. Our family prayed each day for George and Kathy and their dear family, as they made their way through this very difficult time

Some time following the surgery and treatment we were truly (far more than words could possibly express) overjoyed to see George and Kathy once again at the same arts and crafts fair, now a couple of years later. I finally got my incredible rhubarb bowl ,plus another large thrown bowl, and George and Kathy also kindly gifted me with a beautiful medium-sized bowl to add to my treasured collection. My eyes kept filling with tears throughout the visit, because I was so thankful that the Lord had seen them through and George, though still tired and weak, was getting well. We parted with hugs and the hopes of soon getting together for a picnic as well as George having very kindly offered to hold a pottery session for Julia and Chubb (he actually entirely welcomed *any* and all of the children that might have an interest), as soon as he felt well enough.

Well, time flew by as it has a way of doing and before we knew it several more years had passed. Big Papa called George on the phone just a couple of weeks ago, only to discover that after 3 years of being cancer free, the cancer is back. Just a bit over 5 weeks ago, George underwent surgery, again, and is presently going through chemo. Following the surgery the surgeon gave Kathy a very discouraging prognosis. Perhaps the most devastating news her heart could hold and be presently carrying.

They are praying, and many are praying, with, and for them. They love the Lord with all their hearts and realize that he holds their lives, both George and Kathy's in His hands. As each of us--only in part--if we or one we love has never passed through such a thing, can imagine, this is a very difficult time of uncertainty, that they and their family are having to pass through just one day at a time. They'll be leaving for a large alternative, cancer treatment center in the country, on August 13th. The people there have been most supportive and kind, which has been a great comfort and blessing. During this trip George will have a pet scan done, to determine the extent of the cancer. I'd like to ask each of you dear ones to please join us in the days ahead, praying for George, for complete healing--as we know that God is able, and/or for God's loving grace to be poured out upon them, day and night, His peace that passes all understanding--to overflowing, His joy unspeakable--supernaturally, in the midst of circumstances, and His tender Father love to cocoon them as they go moment-by-moment through each day. If you'd like to leave them a loving note of encouragement here, and let them know that you are praying for them, I'll be sure the notes get passed along to them. Thank-you, truly, more than words can say.

Despite having just recently had surgery, George very kindly welcomed us over to their warm, lovely home, for a pottery session for the two **really--wanna--be** potters. So, Rosie, Julia, Chubb, all the little ones and I, loaded into the van and set out on our way. The air was filled with excitement. Honestly, I can't really tell you how exciting even the thought of the whole thing was for Chubb and Julia. James remarked to Big Papa, the night before as Chubb was scurrying around doing all he possibly could to get things situated for the next day, "I've never seen Chubb so excited about anything!". It was so entirely true. My heart was about to burst with excitement because as their mother I was so happy for them.

When we arrived I asked if it would be all right for *everyone* to get out for a just a couple of minutes to take a quick poke around the potter's shop and get a peek at the wheels, etc.... George, looked at me and said, "Absolutely! You can *all* stay the *entire* time (I had planned to have Rosie take the little ones in the van for a spin and perhaps to a park, while I stayed with Julia and Chubb and the baby). So, wriggling with delight the little ones hopped out and we made our way in through their very inviting, artistically arranged cosy home met one of their four dear daughters and her precious son.

Well, just so you get a real true feel for where I'm headed here, let me just pause to say, that George had a great big pot of beef stew, simmering on the stove that he had been preparing for a family gathering arranged for the following day. Most of the veggies were right straight from their garden.It smelled delicious inside, and was so homey and wonderful!

The day that followed was, with absolutely no exaggeration, one of the very most beautiful days of mine, and the the children's entire life. It was so incredibly God--arranged that I had to fight back tears on and off throughout it. George and Kathy are two of the most sincerely open, free, kind, caring and giving people I've ever met.

I've been praying about writing this post, the past few days, as my heart has been so acutely aware of all that dear George and Kathy are presently passing through, and the very sensitive nature of the situation, and also, because it was so special to my children, that I wanted to record it in a way that they could hold onto it--that we all could, and remember it, for always. But the truth is, even without all the photographs, I'm sure that each one of us will. It was so very beautiful, we couldn't but. What began as a pottery lesson blossomed into 6 hours of really indescribable sweetness. God reached out and loved my children and me, as an individual, and as a mother, in the most incredibly tangible way.

The potter's wheels were set up beneath two large maple trees, flowers were blooming in profusion, everywhere. They had a huge yard, a large fruitful garden, a tree house, a hammock, little ride-on tractors, and above all, wide-opened hearts of true hospitality and love, to overflowing. I love them both and feel so privileged to be able to call them my friends.

Kathy was at work when we arrived and at one point George had to leave for an appointment and so left us there at home, in their home, by ourselves, to bask in the ongoing gift of the day. About an hour later Kathy arrived home and it was so wonderful to see her. She is a very beautiful woman with a sincerely sweet, gentle spirit and servant's heart overflowing with love. George, like Kathy, has a very laid-back, gentle, easy way and a radiantly merry heart. I only wish each one of you could meet them, in real life. You'd be so blessed. Kathy lavished sweet hospitality upon us, in a warm motherly way.

So, here are photos from the day, this past Friday, to share with you all. I loved nearly every photo of the nearly 350 photos that I took that day. I loved seeing the deep concentration, fascination, and appreciation, on the faces of the potters while the free-flowing, carefree, lovely liveliness of everyone and everything else buzzed around them--so much life, joy, and beauty, within the sunlight and warmth of the gift, of one single, special, set-apart summer's day. The photos, perhaps more so than any others I've ever taken, so truly captured the heart and soul of the day, in nearly every way. George, is a very gifted potter, that loves what he does--he so loves and celebrates life, overall. Two of my children have a burning desire within them to become skilled in the very same, and are so privileged to have him so graciously and kindly for each time that he is able, take them under his wing. At one point, about 3 hours into the time that he spent sitting at this wheel, I leaned over to Chubb in the old friendly, motherly (tell me everything) way, and said in confidence, "Chubby, do you like it as much as you thought you would?? Is it as wonderful as you imagined it would be??"

And he looked into my eyes with his own sparkling and said, with such sincerity, "oh Mom, it's a thousand times more wonderful than I ever would have dreamed that it could have been. I just love it!"

Again, I found myself fighting back tears. "Thank-you, God. Thank-you so very much.".

The pottery shop was enchanting. George and Kathy invited the children to pick raspberries and beans--what a joy. We left their home with the gift of the loan of a potter's wheel, a book to borrow, plans for a homemade potter's wheel--which Chubb and James plan to make, and Chubb is over the moon about! The gift of 50 lbs of clay, 2 of George's beautiful pottery bowls (some of which you will see them using as they work at the wheels, in the photos) filled with supplies, a beautiful extruded pottery vase for me, and a lovely artistic extruded mug for Big Papa--that he was so incredibly thrilled to receive. By the end of the day Julia and Chubb had completed 3 amazing bowls each and a mug for Julia as well, under George's gifted tuteledge.

I have been so excited about sharing this day with you guys and so anxious to ask you all to pray, as I know you surely will. Thanks for being so sincerely caring and loving.

So, here are just a few of my favorite photos from the day, from beginning to end. Since I haven't shared too many photos in the past couple of posts I feel free to share a good number--the very least amount I believe, that would be worthy of one of the very, very, loveliest of days.

George and Kathy, if you're here, I love you both, and we are thinking of you and praying for you, throughout each day. Thank-you, for being you, and for allowing God to live and love and bless us immeasurably, through you. It was a gift we'll treasure, for always.

Thanks for sharing in our joy, everyone. Much, love to each one of you, Jewels















George washed these the night before, for the children to wear.















Both George and Chubb's hands. I love this shot. I love them all.

















Beautiful, kind, gentle-spirited, Kathy.









Picking beans in the garden.





























































But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.

Isaiah 64:8

Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall not wither, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit.

Jeremiah 17: 7-8

As a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear Him. For He knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are but dust.

Psalm 103: 13-14

More than anything, thank-you, thank-you, for praying for George and Kathy and their precious family, as they make their way through these days of uncertainty, ahead--trusting with all their hearts in the very One that made them, knows them through and through, loves them, and holds them, tenderly in His hands.

Have a lovely day, tomorrow.
Your friend, Jewels

Banana Friendship Cake

A Simply Lovely Life

This cake was the family favorite for birthdays for years. In fact, It's the cake that I've faithfully made *just before the birth* of each child--tucking the layers away in the freezer until the appointed time of, *this is it*, when they were then ceremoniously pulled out, stacked and frosted and gaily crowned with a festive garland of berries. The cake, that we've gathered 'round, in all it's candlelit brightness, as we've sung the birthday welcome to our newest life and love/s, just moments after they've entered the world. The cake we've gathered 'round birthday after birthday, year after year, to say we're so thankful God made you. What an amazing job he did! We're so thankful that you're ours. Though in the past few years it's found a rival in the chocolate torte and the homemade icecream cake, it's still a dear friend, that's marked many years of precious friendship between us, as a family, and stirs up lots of great memories evertime it's made.

It's a nice moist cake and is so pretty garnished with strawberries (or any berries) in a variety of ways. Again, this is a wonderful recipe to use with those cute little cake pans, allowing the children to mix and pour and bake and frost, and then to happily each embellish--all their own, with blueberries, and/or raspberries, strawberries, nuts, raisins, etc.......

~~Banana Friendship Cake

What you'll need

1/2 cup of butter

1 and 1/2 cups of sugar

2 eggs

2-3 nice ripe bananas, mashed well (I always use about 3 medium)

1/2 cup of buttermilk

1/2 teaspoon of baking powder

3/4 of a teaspoon of baking soda

1 teaspoon of salt

2 1/4 cups of unbleached flour (freshly milled pastry flour is best)

1/2 cup of chopped nuts (if you like nuts--you can use your favorite kind)

Peel, and mash your ripe bananas.

In a large bowl combine:

Butter and sugar, and beat

Add eggs, bananas, and buttermilk.

Beat well with a spoon, or with a mixer for about 2 minutes.

Add baking powder, baking soda, salt, and flour.

Beat until well combined, by hand, or with a mixer for about 2 minutes.

Fold in nuts, if you're using them.

Butter and flour 2 round cake pans (or whatever shape pans you prefer).

Pour batter into your pans and bake at 350 degrees for about 25-30 minutes. Do not over bake.

After the cake has sufficiently cooled, frost with cream cheese frosting and garnish with fruit of your choice. We think it's especially nice with strawberries.

~~Cream Cheese Frosting

1 cup of softened butter
1 8 ounce package of cream cheese, softened
2 teaspoons of vanilla
4 cups of sifted confectioner's sugar

Cream together butter and cream cheese, and stir in vanilla

Add confectioner's sugar a little at a time, beating well until blended.

Today was actually one of the most beautiful days of my life. It was one of those magical, hold it in your heart for always, days, like the day we went to look at the lovely house. It was equally special for Julia and Chubb, and I think I took more photos in one day than ever before--many of those being among my favorite I've ever taken. I moved in the direction of sharing about it tonight but very quickly realized that I couldn't do it justice in the short time I had available to me, to post. So, I've decided to save it to share on Monday. I think you guys will enjoy it so much, too.

We spent a wonderfully lovely day away, today, and will be rising very early to make another day trip to look at one more house, and property, tomorrow. We hadn't anticipated going again so soon, but this house (one among many we have looked at the listing for) does look as though it might be a good possibility (the best of two so far). Both Big Papa and I think it wise to go and check it out, and we are hoping to go through the (favored :o) first house, again. Maybe, maybe not--we'll see.

So, I probably won't be posting, tomorrow, and by the time I got everything squared away and everyone tucked into bed, tonight, I've only had a chance to go over everyones beautiful sharing in notes and emails, once--what sweet treasures they were, and am looking forward to loading the page(s) (the blog and comments and my email) and taking my laptop with me tomorrow morning on my trip, when I can kick back and drink in every single hello and precious word that you shared about your own lives. What dear beautiful women you are. I can't wait to re-read your notes, and hope to respond, to each one, soon as time allows. If I do pop in, tomorrow, it will just be for a quick hello. But it's a long trip and by the time I get the little ones snugged in bed, I am so tired that I'm usually crawling in right after. So, I'll *probably see* you again, on Sunday :o)

I hope that your day was lovely. Thanks once again for the very priceless sharing of your hearts and your lives. Thanks for your loving thoughts and prayers. I'll look forward to sharing the special blessings of today, with you all, on Monday.

Lovingly, your sister and friend, Jewels

P.S. Joseph made this lovely and delicious cake, above, today. What a friend, and what a friendship cake! Mmmmm :o)

The priceless gift of love

A Simply Lovely Life

As I look back over the past 45 years of my life, there is a dreamy haze that wraps itself around much that's transpired throughout the countless moments, into days, into months and on into years. Family, friends, neighbors, teachers, Christmases, Thanksgivings, birthdays, year after year of school, and jobs, various states and cities.

As time goes by, the all too fleeting passage of it, seems to be illuminated at various points along the way, by people, people that have stood out to me, primarily for one reason--that they loved.

I remember my kindergarten teacher, Miss Heddler, always gentle and kind, playing blocks and house with us, reading us stories on the big round braided rug while we gathered 'round her, basking in the glow of her warm, accepting smile. Painting on easels with big fat brushes and baby food water jars, growing bean plants and grass seed in styrafoam cups on the long wall of windows and sills. I remember that year of my as though it was yesterday, because Miss Heddler loved us, and being in her class was like being in her home, because she held each one of us close, in her heart.

She was followed by Mrs.Tapovatz and next Miss Owen/and Miss Woodruff, whose faces are somewhat indistinct and fuzzy in my mind, but my eighth year and third grade dawned with yet another life that overflowed with love--Mrs. Teubert's, reaching out to profoundly touch mine. I think I can say with certainty that every single child in my class was in love with her, believing beyond a doubt that they were her favorite. I also believe that I learned and retained more during that year of school than any other. She smiled all the time, scruffed up our hair, and read to us, faithfully, every single day right after lunch, and was at the same time perfectly fine with us laying down our heads and falling fast asleep while she did so. At thanksgiving we each dressed up as an indian or a pilgrim, and made a big feast with all the trimming right in our classroom, from the turkey to the butter that we made to slather on our biscuits. For Christmas we made a mirul the size of an entire wall and traced each other's bodies to make life-sized families and carolers, and decorated rooms and furniture out of newsprint and construction paper. We decorated a huge Christmas tree with popcorn and cranberries and paper chains and paper cut-out birds--something I have done each year with me own children, due to the treasure that memory always has ever held for me, since. She had us get a letter from each of our grandparents that were alive and willing to write one, and then devoted part of an afternoon to cookies and milk while she rocked in her reading chair in her warm nurturing way and read them aloud. I remember the sadness that filled our hearts as she hugged each one of us good-bye before leaving on a two week trip to Australia to visit her family (*this must* be why I love those dear Australians, so :o) and how our little eight year old hearts rejoiced when a package arrived from Australia with a separate card for each of us--containing a note of love from our beloved friend, who missed us--and for each one, a tablet with either a koala bear or a kangaroo on it (mine was a koala bear) a new pencil and a two cent piece. She continued to love me (and I'm sure everyone else) throughout my entire life at grade school and hugged me and spoke life into my being each time our paths crossed in the halls. Once she loved you, she always loved you. And even when I was a teenager, in Jr. High she kindly had me over to her home in the country where she and her husband also had an antique shop, for lunch and a lovely stroll out on their property and along the brook.

And while in my teens there was the ever-present gift of my beloved aunt that has always been like an older sister to me, Cheryl, and my very dear uncle who was like a beloved brother, Leigh, who also both---loved. They valued people and relationships so highly and seemed to always have an endless store of kindness, acceptance, of love. I don't think there was ever a single moment that I didn't feel entirely welcomed in their home and in their hearts. Homemade soups on the stove, celestial seasonings tea, chips and salsa, playing the guitars and harmonica, singing, talking, talking, talking, late into the night......... always an abundance of love.

There are so many, and I have shared much of the others in things I've written in the past, but it seems that though I live to be one hundred I will ever and always be learning, and yet will still have merely only scratched the surface of the wondrous thing, called love.

I have far more dear friends than I deserve and owe them an enormous debt of gratitude for all that they have taught me, about love. For it seems that this is the very way that I have learned and continue to learn of it--through the very ones by and through whom it has been graciously gifted, to me. God is so kind to have it work this way.

I shared a ways back on the blog about a very dear friend, a tenderhearted, kind man, probably the most caring, thoughtful, giving, loving friend of my lifetime, outside of my family. Among far too numerous to number other things, he even singlehandedly put a new roof on our home in just a couple of days--my very dear friend, Paul. I have learned so very much of love through the life that he lives and the love that he gives so freely, asking nothing in return.

Another very, very, dear and precious friend, Heather, has struggled with myriad health issues and lives with chronic pain, but is ever and always focused on the hearts and needs of others. In the midst of her own struggles and difficulties my sweet friend, Heather, sent a package along with the children (who had gone by to visit her), for me---during a time not too long ago when I was struggling with illness (which paled in comparison to her own situation)--and in the bag was **an entire month's worth** of loving cards with letters of encouragement, and gifts for me to have--one to open each day! I was totally speechless. So much thought and so much time had gone into the making of that precious gift---of love. Among, again, gifts far too numerous to number, she, years ago, a very talented seamstress, she made and gave, the gift of a twin-sized quilt to each one of my children, which they loved too much to not actually use. So they were wrapped around them every night, 'til they, like the Velveteen Rabbit, were loved to near rags. Memories that for them, like me, will never fade.



I have learned so much through these and many other very dear ones (many of you among them) that have taken the time and the effort to bless my life with the gift of love. And what have I learned specifically? I've learned about giving of oneself sincerely and sacrificially. About always thinking the best and hoping the best for another--even when in your heart you might even have reason to do otherwise. About taking the *time* to do the kind and caring, thoughtful and nurturing thing, though life is busy and often hard, and it requires great effort at times. About giving if and when your able, without weighing and measuring, even when someone is unable to give back. About sharing your heart, openly and freely and making yourself vulnerable, and allowing another to do the same. About giving people the freedom to be themselves with all their inevitable imperfections and mistakes, immaturities and failures and truly appreciating and loving them for just who they are, just as they are, right where they are---through the eyes and the heart, of love.

Our family had an old Dodge Pick-up truck for a number of years. Well, Big Papa had a long-standing desire to get a truck with an extended cab so he could use it to run his errands on the weekends and be able to take all of his little buddies along with him. Well, the years passed and it seemed that that extended cab truck was always somehow getting bumped down below the *actually happening* line, on the list of things to get. Well, right around Father's Day of this year, James and Joseph came to me super excited to let me know about the gift that they were planning to give to Big Papa, for Father's Day--- A wonderfully nice, extended cab truck (not their own big white one), that they had worked and worked and saved and paid a pretty penny for. My eyes filled with tears and my first thought was to say, *no way*! But, I just stood there quietly for a moment, letting it sink in. I realized that there was something priceless in the immense love behind the giving. That the true gift, was, the love--something that had been wrought deep in their hearts that would only multiply and grow, in the giving. I knew that I couldn't say, no, because something would be of priceless value would be lost, if I did.

So, we planned a big pizza party picnic outside (probably a loving gift from my dear friend, Paul) and everyone was jumping up and down in excitement up near the road waiting and watching for Big Papa to come along, making his way home. As he pulled in everyone tried to act as normal as possible--which was pretty hard for them all! And, the photo above is of Big Papa opening his Father's Day card with a folded up photo of the truck that the boys had taken and printed out on the computer, a love letter, and the keys. Well, needless to say, he was super confused at first, then started to cry and the only words he could say, were...."no.. no... no....". while shaking his head and looking at the boys. Then finally, "thank-you so much but I could never accept that boys." To which the boys delightedly (James smiling like the Cheshire cat--which if you've ever met him you know what I mean! :o) responded that there was simply no way they were taking no for an answer, you cannot refuse a gift, and they would be hurt if he didn't take it. The true gift was the love. The love that has grown from each of their conceptions to the present and will continue to grow until one by one each of us die. The priceless gift, of love.

Well, once again, it's late and I am so tired that I'm not going to take the time to go back over what I've written, until tomorrow. Thanks so much for not minding the mistakes and typos--I appreciate it, and will pray that it makes just enough sense for those that come by to visit in the meantime. Thanks for being so gracious.

Thank-you for the kind and loving gift of *your* friendship. If you feel like sharing, and have the time, I'd love to hear about someone/s special that's impacted your life. I'm sure everyone else would, too, if you have the time and you'd like to share.

Also, for anyone that might have the time and be interested, I decided to share a photo that Julia recently took of me, with you guys--It's tucked away on the More than a little bit a little bit about me page (very non-threatening, for anyone that might be nervous about taking a look ;o). I decided to go ahead and be so bold, as I have treasured getting to see photos of each one of you. Now, don't all dash over there at once, okay ;o)

You guys are the sweetest and the best. Thanks for your hugely beautiful, sweet, and loving notes and emails of encouragement, today--and every day.

Off to bed, and Lord willing, I'll see you, tomorrow.
Lovingly, Jewels

Just a little bit of linen

A Simply Lovely Life

The Five-Minute Linen Peasant Cap. Fashioned by the nimble fingers of Julia, for the lovely wee maiden, Aimaija. Just a little bit of linen, lots and lots and lots of fun!











And, this simple blouse fashioned by Rosie from just a little bit of embroidered-linen, using an out of print pattern--Style 2886 (which you would be able to watch for, and most likely find if you're interested, on ebay or somewhere else online), with fitting adjustments made to the neckline, shoulders, and sleeves, and button holes in place of the button loop closures, that the pattern calls for.





Well, yesterday's trip was pretty much topsy-turvy from what we had anticipated. It was a nice time together as a family, but there wasn't much action in the house hunting department. And, the impromptu addition of a second house to look at bumped the job interview ahead to next week--which worked out just fine, but wasn't what we had initially planned.

Though the property was pretty both places we visited, the houses themselves were not especially beautiful. And, though the scenery all along the way was very lovely, and there were countless architectural delights here and there calling to be photographed, we were following our very dear realtor, Jean, at a very good clip, so, (scrunched up nose and tongue clucking) I kinda felt just a little bit awkward asking Jean if we could set up some kind of arrangement, where we would have honked (well, make that *I* would have honked-- as I'm sure Big Papa would have had no part in it :o) to signal for her to slow up, or 2 honks--pull over, or 3 honks--pull over and back up--so that I could get some really good shots!

So, well.........here's what I got. Nothing great, but it's somethin' :o) I was surely thinkin' of you guys and determined to bring *something* back, even if it wasn't beautiful photos of a house. So, as a result of me hanging out the window of the speeding van..........

We have one photo of two horses grazing.



One ancient silo.



An old farm, nestled at the bottom of a hill.



And, another farm that Big Papa and Jean flew by, before I could get the window rolled down, focus, and press the button.



And lastly, the winding country road that went on and on and on and on and on..............we were *way* out in the country!



The trip was profitable in many ways, just not in the exact ways that we had thought that perhaps it might be. So, we're continuing to pray, and move ahead, as we wait and watch for God to lead us, just when and where He desires for us to go.

James has finished painting the entire house--first coat, minus just two small areas. What a tremendous blessing this has been. He's gearing up to finish what remains and then begin on that second coat. Saturday we'll work on packing up lots of books and various other things and moving them into storage, as well as starting to paint the trim on the house. We are **busy, busy, bees** :o)

Thank-you more than words can say, for your prayers and kind and caring encouragement--we're so grateful. And also, thanks for sharing with us about God's loving leading and faithfulness in your own lives--what a blessing it has been. I hope each of you and your sweet families had a beautiful day.

Lovingly, Jewels for all

Summer thrifting treasures

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I thought I'd share of few of the treasures I've unearthed through these early days of summer. How I love old things. I also like to use pieces of furniture in rooms and ways in which perhaps, they weren't initially intended to be used. I have an old maple hutch that for the longest time lived in the girls room under a big queen-sized, extra-tall, Timber Nest loft bed, covered with all manner of art supplies, the cupboards below filled to overflowing with books. There it sat, with a cozy round Papasan chair situated beside it, and an Amish hickory rocker across from that. By and by as the family grew, the hutch made it's way out to the dining room, as the girls made their way to a new room, upstairs. It's pleased, just to be of service, however it's called upon to serve, which is presently in as an in house farm--acy-- with jar after jar of herbs, teas and tintures atop and a great gathering of dishes, tucked away down below.

Well, this past weekend I made the happy discovery of this hulking old painted cupboard. I was so excited about it, that when we got it home I made sure it was situated it out in the yard for the whole afternoon, so I could admire it from the open kitchen window while I did the dishes and putzed around in the kitchen. It is a good, solid old girl, who though she's seen a fair number of years, is entirely pleased with the prospect of seeing many, many, more. I think it's safe to say, that she likes us just as much as we like her. She knows many a moon will pass before she's ever laid aside again, and seems to be truly flattered that she may even be fought over, one day (though I personally hope not! ;o)

Okay, well enough talk about her. Here she is. How do you think she'd do for a sewing cupboard?



I really like the old glass knobs. And there's the original nice and solidly straightforward latch on the left door that takes me back in time each time I unhitch it.





I also found this simple, lovely, painted and distressed bench. Something handy to have around for indoors or out, to use as seating or a table.



And, this nice set of interesting hand-blown glass tumblers, both short and tall. I've always been fond of blown glass, and scooped these up just moments after they were placed out on the shelf. They're especially colorful and therefore intriguing to the children, and the glass is thick enough that they they're not too delicate as to make them impractical.





We've used quite an array of rescued old glass to serve up cold refreshments over the years, from fine crystal to mason jars.

And, here's something that I know you mamas will appreciate if you don't already have such a thing. Another find I was so happy to make find this pair of wooden doll's bunk beds. With so many children, and thrice as many baby dolls, we have had a couple of sets as well as various cradles over the years, which having been daily used and dearly loved, lugged upstairs, and downstairs and indoors and outdoors, as well as sat upon by barely new mother--toddlers, have eventually gone to wrack and ruin, have been repaired and re-repaired. So, us being in the market for a new set, and gearing up to get ready to make them, we were delighted to find these two sets for a good deal less than the cost of making them, and far less than buying them new. How grateful I am to the dear soul that spent the time putting them together. They've found a good home, and as their predecessors, have been in the house on rainy days and lugged out under the wysteria beneath the summer sun. Passing day after day of happy play with the little mamas and little papa and their many treasured little ones.





I'm so thankful that the day is a long ways off when I'll ever even have to think about packing away such darling childhood things.

One last thing I thought I'd share is a beautiful old print that Big Papa gifted me with a while back. I believe it's called *Waving Down the Ferry*. I did know the name of the artist, though it's escaping me just now. Every once and a while my dear loving man blesses me with something really special that he knows I'll be so grateful for. This one was especially meaningful to me, because it wasn't for my birthday, or Valentines Day, or any other notably *special* day, but just because. I enjoy drinking in it's loveliness every single day.





I so enjoy waiting and watching for things that make our home warm and cosy, will last for years, but don't cost a great deal of money. Things that serve a purpose on a daily basis, both practically and aesthetically. With many years behind us, our home is filled with a good number of such things. Nothing very fancy, but sturdy and lovely things, that make our house a pleasant home, wherever that home might be.

Chas made up a beautiful carrot cake, and has put photos of it up on her lovely blog to share with us all. So, if time allows she'd love to have you come by and see her sweet creation. Thanks so much, Chas. Any and every one else, please feel free to share, too.

And, we are off for another long day trip, tomorrow, to look at another house and piece of property, but also for Big Papa to meet with a man about a possible job, as we're considering all of our options, in what the Lord would specifically have for us. So, I most likely won't be posting, tomorrow--first time in a long time (this to say, I'm so programmed to blog each day at this point that who knows--maybe I will end up popping in for a quick hello, after all :o) But, either way, I am aiming to put fresh new batteries in my trusty old camera in the morning, so I don't come back with a big fat *nothing* this time around! If I do forget, I may be too embarrassed to ever post again!

I hope you had a great day, today. We have been busy bees. James, has been pretty much singlehandedly painting our house with a paint sprayer. Hmmm, pretty amazing how quickly and efficiently it does the job---in a small fraction of the time it takes to do the very same with brush and roller. He's cruising right along and the house is really looking nice. Oooops, I was going to say maybe I'll get a photo of him out there, tomorrow, and pop it up for you all, *but* I guess I can't since I won't *be* here! Hopefully he won't go *too* fast and I can catch a couple shots of him in action, before he's got it all done! :o)

Also we had more than a little bit of excitement here, after receiving word this morning, from Tina, that the latest issue of the wonderful magazine that she and her dear husband put together, "Small Town Living" is hot off the press and ready, today. It's a free online magazine with loads of great articles about simpler life in small town America. And, the excitement here, was not only over the fact that the latest issue was ready--which would be big excitement enough, because we love the magazine, but everyone was gathered 'round the screen and crowding in, because Rosie, the goat kisser is on the cover :o) So, you are welcome to go by Tina's wonderful blog and also check out the magazine, and even print it out to enjoy in your most comfy chair with a cup of (where we are, iced) tea. Thanks so much, Tina. What a blessing!

Thanks for all of your kind and friendly notes and emails--I so enjoy and appreciate each one, much of your sharing and your precious photos bring tears to my eyes. Though I am again a bit behind on writing back, I will be writing as soon as time allows. Also, I do notice that folks will at times (perhaps wisely) send me notes a second time (if they haven't heard back from me, and it's been a while), and only then do they, and I, realize that due to (perhaps more than) occasional glitches on Yahoo, I never received it. So, do know that this does sometimes happen, too, okay.

The little ones are all sound asleep, clothes are ironed and laid out, food is prepared and everything readied for early rising and heading out first thing, tomorrow morning. Thanks again for your prayers and encouragement. You have been such a blessing to us all. Truly, thank-you for your sincere kindness and caring.

Warmly, Jewels

Rest on Sunday

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Well, It's been a flurry of activity here the past few days--a busy week, overall, really. So, we stayed home today and are enjoying a nice quiet, laid back Sunday, as a family. There's a turkey baking in the oven, and Claire and Wesley are heading over with Josie (and Bug). I kicked back and did some reading, and later a bit of poking around in the garden. It's been nice, just slowly making my way through the house--chatting with the gals--working alongside me, watching the little ones outside with Big Papa, through the open kitchen window while doing the dishes, sweeping and vacuuming. There are several loads of laundry out on the line that are waiting to be taken down, brought in and folded, and more to be done. It has been a relaxing quiet day, spent pleasantly resting up for another full and busy week ahead---Preparing to put the house we've been in for the past 14 years on the market, looking at houses and property elsewhere, Big Papa leaving his job of 20-some years and considering employment options (at home and outside the home), while all the while continuing on with the simple ordinary day-to-day things of life and living---Cooking and laundry, the gardens and sewing, storytimes, bathtimes and bedtimes, sifting and packing, the be-ings and do-ings, right here, right now, while we simutaneously prepare for the days ahead.

I've been thankful for, and blessed during, my times of reading my Bible and sharing with the Lord, amidst the present busyness, uncertainties, and change.

A. W. Tozer wrote, in "The Pursuit of God":

"God is so vastly wonderful so utterly and completely delightful, that He can without anything other than Himself meet and overflow the deepest demands of our total nature, mysterious and deep as that nature is."

How true I have found it to be, that over the years in and out--through the various seasons and circumstances of life, He is continually there, proving to me that He truly can satisfy my heart deep within--to the degree that I turn to Him in my need and allow Him to do so.

I am so thankful for this very dearest friend who meets with me each and every time I turn to Him--never too busy or distracted--to share deeply and truly all of my joys and sorrows, knowing He delights in hearing. I love the fact that with God, I never have to worry about getting it just right or being misunderstood, because He has *all* the facts about me and my life, from my conception to present, without me even having to think to try and figure it out or say a word. I can just *be* in His presence, however I am, and trust Him to sort out even the most confusing or painful things while lovingly affecting any wrong thinking I might have with His liberating Truth, as I commit my way to Him.

I am so thankful for the immense peace that Big Papa and I have during this time of transition in our family. I look back upon days gone by, when I didn't know Him as well, nor trust Him as much as I do now. But, He was always and ever there holding out His hand and heart to me, for me to do so, using the joys, sorrows and difficulties of this life to teach me just how capable He is of more than satisfying my every need, wherever I am, whatever may come.

The longer I walk with Him, the more it becomes the natural, comfortable, peace-giving thing--like breathing, to cast my cares immediately upon Him, seeing that it is His delight and pleasure that I do so; trusting Him to care for all that concerns me and mine, while I tend to the simple business of knowing and loving Him, enjoying and worshiping Him--my childlike expression of my acknowledgment that He is indeed God, omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent. That He is sovereign and nothing can touch my life without being first sifted through His hands. Those hands which are the very hands of the One who alone *is* Love.

I know that there are a number of you that are passing through difficulties and uncertainties that are at times threatening to overwhelm you, especially if and when they involve your dear husbands and/or precious children. If you feel at all unsure, afraid, lonely, hurting, empty, or confused, I'd just like to put my arms around you as a sister and friend, and say softly and assuredly, God is *always* for you, He knows you better than you could ever know yourself, and loves you *far more and with a truer love* than anyone else could ever, ever, hope to. Entrust your heart to Him, pour out whatever it might hold, plainly and honestly, even if there are no words--but perhaps just tears, or anger or frustration. Let it out to God--the One that has the ability to change you and others on the inside. The One that takes all that you are and are not, and gives to you of Himself. Continually cast your cares, though they be many, upon His shoulders, and let Him care for you. He desires to carry your burdens for you.

He's different from even the closest of friends, in that He has everything, needs nothing, knows your thoughts and therefore your heart, understands you--even when your thoughts seem jumbled and beyond understanding. When you open your Bible, open it looking for God Himself amidst it's pages, because the Bible is not an end in itself, it is meant to lead us to the loving, heart of the person of God.

Here is an excerpt from a favorite book by one of my all time favorite authors, Amy Carmichael. The book is entitled "His Thoughts Said.....His Father's Thoughts Said"

Tomorrow

His thoughts said, "But what of tomorrow?"

His Father's thoughts said, " Thus saith the Lod to thee, even thee, Fear not. Fear not, neither be afraid to go forth tomorrow. No evil shall be sent to meet thee."

But the son knew that trouble might be sent to meet him.

His Father said, "Before the trouble can meet thee it must pass through the brightness of My encompasssing Presence, and passing through that brightness it loseth it's darkness. It hath no more any power for evil. Also, as thou knowest I will be with thee in trouble.

On this word the son stayed his heart, saying, "the Lord will take care of me. I will trust and not be afraid to go forth tomorrow. I will praise Thee O Lord, for it is a good thing to sing praises to Thee; yea, a joyful and pleasant thing it is to be thankful." And, he marveled that he had ever been afraid.

May each one us continue to be led by His gentleness as we grow to trust Him ever more and more with our well-being, resting in His entirely trust-worthy love.

1 Peter 5:7
Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.

Psalm 145:
10  All thy works shall praise thee, O LORD;
         and thy saints shall bless thee.

11  They shall speak of the glory of thy kingdom,
         and talk of thy power;

12  to make known to the sons of men his mighty acts,
         and the glorious majesty of his kingdom.

13  Thy kingdom is an everlasting kingdom,
         and thy dominion endureth throughout all generations.

14  The LORD upholdeth all that fall,
         and raiseth up all those that be bowed down.

15  The eyes of all wait upon thee;
         and thou givest them their meat in due season.

16  Thou openest thine hand,
         and satisfiest the desire of every living thing.

17  The LORD is righteous in all his ways,
         and holy in all his works.

18  The LORD is nigh unto all them that call upon him,
         to all that call upon him in truth.

21  My mouth shall speak the praise of the LORD:
         and let all flesh bless his holy name for ever and ever.

Psalm 146:
5 Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help,
         whose hope is in the LORD his God:

Psalms 91:2 I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

Some beautiful verses that Tina shared. Thanks so much, Tina :o)


Lovingly, Jewels

Delicate Splendor

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Simply beautiful. Orchids.























The friends who had so often spent evenings with us in our London slum soon found their way here, and the house was often full at weekends. David would go to the station to meet them, and I would stay behind to finish a batch of cakes. Philip and I would hear the train run and in a few minutes we would see David and our friends coming up the lane that was a shortcut to the station. Then I would whip off my apron and Philip's overall, take the cakes out of the oven, put on the kettle, and spread the cloth on the kitchen table--for we had meals there--and be just in time to meet them at the gate. I looked forwards to these times, and the extra work they made was richly rewarded by the talks and walks and friendly way in which everyone accepted our simple way of living.......These were great days, and other days too there were when David was happy and eager and would take Philip on his shoulders, and I carrying the lunch, we would go to Thurnam Castle on top of the Downs, or to some lovely spot along the Pilgrim's Way. There we would spend the day, Philip playing on the grass and sleeping when he was tired; David reading to me, or going off for a little walk by himself--while I sewed--returning with something for Philip, a rare orchid, or a large striped Roman snail shell, or a piece of strangely shaped flint. Then down again in the evening and back to Rose Acre which after such a day of sweet contentment would look welcoming and homely.

Helen Thomas

I thought how sadly beauty of inscape was unknown and buried away from simple people and yet how near at hand it was if they had eyes to see it and it could be called out everywhere.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

While tending to the hearth and home

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A lovely article written by dear Nancy Campbell for Above Rubies Magazine.

I Love Aprons
WHERE’S MY APRON?

What would I do without my aprons? They are an indispensable part of my homemaking equipment and I have a pile sitting in my pantry.

I use them to protect my clothes.

Without aprons my clothes would be ruined. I have never been very good at working in good clothes. I have a dear friend who can paint in her high heels and Sunday clothes and not get a drop of paint on her. I am sure she is just as good in her kitchen. Not me. When I paint, I have paint all over me. When I work, I get stuck in, and invariably get dirty marks on my clothes. I don’t like to go around like a rag bag and therefore need an apron to cover me when working in the kitchen.

I have working aprons and pretty frilly aprons for special occasions. However, I rarely used my pretty aprons. When it is time for the meal, I take my apron off to sit at the table. If we have visitors coming, I throw it off as I hear their car coming in the drive. Now all my guests know my secret!

I use them to wipe my hands.

I keep a towel hanging in my kitchen to wipe my hands. However, I find it much easier to wipe them on my apron. It is right on me and I don’t have to walk a step to do it. Consequently, my aprons become stained and dirty, but isn’t that what they are for!

For awhile I got into the habit of throwing my tea-towel over my shoulder on which I could wipe my hands as necessary while preparing food etc. One time I had to urgently pop down to Office Max to do some photocopying. I wondered why so many people looked very interestingly at me. I thought I must have looked very special that day - until I got home and looked in the mirror. There was my dirty tea-towel draping across my shoulder! Help! Back to aprons!

I use them as a basket.

It is so convenient to go out to the garden and gather my harvest for supper - zucchini, cucumbers, squash, basil, tomatoes, lettuce etc. All I have to do is lift up the bottom of my apron and I have a perfect basket to carry them inside. When gathering “things” that have accumulated upstairs
and need to be taken down, once again, all I have to do is lift my apron to carry them all down. And if your apron has a pocket or two, they are even more versatile.

It is my symbol as Manager of my home.

I do not put on my apron to sit around the house. I put on my apron to work. Although all our children have grown and have now established their own homes, we still currently have nine of us living in the home - and usually extras beside that for the evening meal. I have great work to do. It is not insignificant. And when I put on my apron I am aware I am accomplishing good things.

There are young wives today who do not even own an apron. They are missing an important part of the baton that should have been passed on to them. Of course, you don’t need an apron when you don’t work in the home. You don’t need an apron to pop a microwave dinner in the microwave, get pre-packaged food out of the freezer or open some tins of something for supper. However, when you prepare food from scratch as I do, you need an apron.

Aprons are symbolic of hearth and home. Sandy Driver writes, (1)”The symbol of homemaking most vividly emblazoned in my memory is bright yellow with four large black and white polka dot pockets lining the front. Mother made it from scraps early in her domestic career to hold lots of wooden clothespins. She called it her “hanging out clothes apron” and never dared cook a meal with it on.

“It’s too ragged,” she said with a discerning look. I would have gladly worn it all day long because it smelled like sunshine and felt like home. When I wrapped those strings around my waist, I was a Mommy, which was every little girl’s dream in that long ago era. I loved to fill the empty pockets with
crayons, rubber balls and little metal jacks while our sheets and socks blew in the afternoon breeze.

“When my aunt Mamie died a few years back, I added one of her green flowered aprons to my nostalgic collection. It was my daughter’s favorite when she was a toddler and she insisted on wearing it whenever she played with her assortment of dolls, even though the big wide strings wrapped around her
tiny body three times. “I have to wear an apron to be the Mommy,” she proclaimed. I have taught her well.”

A lady named Maggie writes, “I wear my aprons every day now I have come to believe they are like lacy bits of lingerie, only worn on the outside, and a quite a bit more respectable. When I put on my aprons the children mind mebetter, wandering visitors immediately know my role as a stay at home mom.
Fred thinks I look cute as a button, and neighbor children hug me more often.

I like my aprons. They have changed my life, raising my standards, inspiring me to greater feats of home making skills, and making me more effective as a parent. Whoever thought that a dollars worth of fabric and lace could effect so many changes on one woman and one family?”

A friend of mine, Terry Leib writes, (2) “Woven into the cloth of an apron are unseen threads of a sweet feminine spirit, a spirit of meekness, humility and contentment. That little flap of frilly, feminine fabric tied around a woman’s waist symbolized her acceptance of her role and duties. It was her badge of honor, and represented submission to God, and to her husband. Without saying one word, or one syllable, it said, “I am a woman, made from a man. My place is at home, guiding the house, loving my husband, loving my children, teaching my children to love, honor and obey God by my example in obeying God’s Word and my own husband.” Its strings gently tug at us, tenderly, softly calling us to turn back to the old ways, the Biblical ways of order in the home.”

At the turn of the century, children could identify the days of the weeks by the different apron their mother wore each day. I have aprons that tie at the waist and barbecue style aprons, but my favorite is one that was given to me by a lady who attended an Above Rubies Retreat. It is one that completely covers my clothes. I think she made it from Simplicity Pattern #3064 B.

Apart from putting on my material apron, I am challenged to put on the attitude apron. 1 Peter 5:5 Williams says, “You must all put on the servant’s apron of humility to one another, because God opposes the haughty but bestows His unmerited favor on the humble.” The apron is an emblem of
servanthood. It’s good to not only put on our apron, ready to work hard in the home, but to have the same attitude in our hearts. When we wear the servant’s apron of humility, no task will seem too menial or too difficult to accomplish.

NANCY CAMPBELL Above Rubies

(1) From A Cherished Apron by Sandy Williams Driver

(2) From Joyful Help Meet at Home by Terry Leib.







Above Rubies is a wonderfully encouraging magazines for wives, mamas and grandmothers, whose heart is to make their home a haven of love, peace, celebration and joy, for those they care for dearest and best.

The magazine is written by the readers, with Nancy serving as editress these past 28 years. She likewise shares her loving thoughts in a letter and an article or two, each issue as well.

It's available simply by requesting, here. As God provides the funds, the magazine goes to print and is sent out--which is often. Nancy Campbell, herself, is one of the most gentle, loving, encouraging woman that I've ever known. She and her husband Colin--who are both in their mid sixties were just recently blessed with 4 precious children, through adoption, from Liberia--a son 16, 2 daughters who are both 16, and another dear daughter who is 15. She shares the very beautiful story of their recent arrival into their hearts and lives, in the latest issue of Above Rubies, which I believe you could still email and request--perhaps requesting a bunch of back issues, too. If you would like to write her, rather thann just requesting the magazine through the form that's provided on the site, you might want to put **request for most recent above rubies and back issues**, in the subject line in nice big letters :o), and then just be sure and include your name and address in the note. I have found so much encouragement over the years, to just be me, and celebrate my own precious family, day-by-day, through this labor of love of dear Nancy's, and her huge heart for women and the priceless, irreplaceable role they play, as nurturers and keepers of their warm, inviting, lovely homes.



The real estate agent came today and all went very well. It was a really busy day, with a picnic at the park for supper (so the house would be all nice and tidy when the real estate agent came just after the supper hour) and lots of fun at the playground for the little ones, with Mama, Julia and Chubb, while the older children and Big Papa met with the realtor and got down to business--my business was keeping the little ones happily occupied and the home front quiet for business :o) It's nice to know all the children are tucked in and peacefully sleeping. Everyone was bushed.

Thanks again for your loving thoughts and prayers, and kind caring notes. What an encouragement you are to me. I hope you had lovely day, today.
Warmly, Jewels

P.S. Above are the aprons that we made for Jenny and Stacy (we didn't use a pattern of this, so I don't have a pattern to share). I thought you might enjoy seeing them as inspiration and encouragement, to try out a new apron pattern that you especially like, or as we have done here, just make up a simple pattern of your own, in a fabric that you especially like.

Summer in New England

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Some photos I thought you might all enjoy, that I got over the weekend while Big Papa and I were out for a sort of a *date drive* with the littlest loves. Everything was especially beautiful and we drank it in. How wonderful it felt to stand along a secluded, quiet rocky shore, breathing in the salt air, sun warm on my face, listening to the waves gently roll in, washing over the sand.

I wanted to say again, *thank-you so much* for thinking of us and praying for us as we journey ahead, desiring God's loving guidance for our family. As you'll recall, we just went this past Friday, on the wonderful whirlwind day trip, to look at the lovely old home that everyone in our family liked so much. I also shared that we had put in an offer, on Monday. Well, it seems someone else liked the house just as well as we did, looked at it before us, and.............got the ball rolling by placing an offer, on Sunday. So, though it is still listed as *open*, it seems it will soon be under contract. Presently we're praying and waiting, and do have a back-up offer in, incase it doesn't work out for the other folks who have placed an offer.

Though we've been sent numerous other listings to look at, nothing else has quite captured our fancy, so far, as this big rambling old house and piece of property, has. We trust God to close doors as we make our way along, and will know fairly soon if this is one of those doors quietly closing. We're just moving ahead, here on our end, which means a real estate agent will be coming to go through *our* home tomorrow, as we keep moving along the track of putting it on the market, in hopes of selling, pulling up our roots and getting solidly situated, elsewhere. If it be God's will---to the same area, whether it be to this specific house, that someone else is desirous of buying, and they are first in line :o) or to another.

This is the most recent update. Many, many thanks, again, for your thoughts and prayers, and kind caring encouragement. What a blessing it has been. Thanks for journeying along *with* us :o)

I hope you enjoyed this lovely day. Thanks so much for all your friendly, cheery notes, today, too--I so enjoy each one. I can't wait to see your carrot cake creations! I'll try and add the photos of the little cakes to the carrot cake post, tomorrow or Saturday, all right--I'll let you know when I do. They're really cute!

Well, I'm off to crawl into bed.....tired, tired, good and tired out. It will be a busy day, tomorrow.

Warmly and most sincerely, your neighbor (whether I stay or go ;o) and friend, Jewels

Pretty Delicious

A Simply Lovely Life

Well, I am looking forward to a wonderful propane stove, that is making it's way, out of my very dear friend, Kelly's big barn, and on over to my house, most likely, tomorrow. Taking up my cause in true loving friendship, Kelly, in advance of the stove, actually very kindly dropped by a great big ole electric roasting pan.

I hadn't even known that such a thing existed, really, and not having baked in a good while, was just thrilled at the prospect of giving baking in this roasting pan a whirl. So, we mixed up enough carrot cake batter for a double layer cake, poured it into the pans, and popped it into the roaster. We all (everyone gathered 'round) truly marveled that the pans actually fit in side-by-side without any finagling. But, the real thrill came when I lifted that great big lid off at the appointed time and saw the sweet success of those perfectly golden-browned delacies gazing back up and out at me. Quite honestly, it took me about 40 years back to my happy childhood days with my Easy Bake Oven, stirring up that very same excitement that I felt, as I'd watch those tiny cakes, cookies and pretzels go in one end and emerge out the other, magically baked to perfection, by the heat of a lightbulb (of course I was blissfully oblivious to the lightbulb bit, and only very finely tuned in to the seemingly magic of the whole affair :o). So, for those of you that were likewise blessed to spend hours baking away with your Easy Bake, I don't have to tell you what joy was mine, actually baking a cake in a nifty (new-fangled, to me) mini oven, that was so sweetly delivered right to my door.



For today we just used the simple straightforward carrot cake recipe, passed along to us by our good old friend, Betty Crocker (with just a couple of changes). You can use any carrot cake recipe that you like, but for here, I'll go ahead and share Betty's. Joseph is actually the chief baker in our family, and he has a favorite recipe that he uses, that we all especially love, but, he was out and about and we were on our own, not knowing where his recipe was tucked away. So, for the less gifted bakers in the family, Betty to the rescue. If anyone has a real winner favorite and you want to share it on your blog and tell us about it, that would be just great too. Same goes for cream cheese frosting.

~~Carrot Cake

1 1/2 cups sugar
1 cup of melted butter
3 eggs
2 cups of flour (freshly milled pastry flour is best)
1 1/2 teaspoons of cinnamon
1 teaspoon of baking soda
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 teaspoon of salt
1/4 teaspoon of ground nutmeg
3 cups of shredded carrots (about 5 medium)
1 cup of coarsely chopped nuts (optional)

Heat oven to 350 degrees. Butter and flour 2 round cake pans. Mix sugar, oil, and eggs in large bowl until well blended; we beat it by hand. Stir in remaining ingredients except carrots and nuts; blend all together well. Stir in carrots and nuts Pour into your buttered and floured cake pans. Bake about 35-45 minutes, or it's risen nicely and is just golden. Check the center by inserting a knife in the middle. It's fully cooked when the knife comes out clean. Try not to over bake. You do want nice moist cakes. Keep a close eye on them in the end so they come out just right.

Here's the retrieved favorite carrot cake recipe. You can try either one. We especially like the moistness of this one, with the pineapple added. I see Kimberly very sweetly volunteered to share her recipe on her blog soon, too. So, we can all be on the lookout for that. It sounds absolutely wonderful, too.

~~Family Favorite Carrot Cake

Heat your oven to 350 degrees

2 cups of flour (freshly-milled pastry flour is best if possible)

2 cups of sugar (you can use 1/2 white and 1/2 brown if you like--we often do)

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon baking soda

2 teaspoons cinnamon

1/2 teaspoon nutmeg

3 eggs (at room temperature, best)

1 1/2 cups melted butter

2 cups grated carrots (about 4 or--some grate their carrot finely, we don't)

2 teaspoons vanilla 

1  8 ounce can of crushed pineapple--well drained

1 cup shredded coconut

1 cup chopped walnuts or nuts of your choice--optional. We really like nuts, so we are sure to add them in if we have them. You do whatever your family would most enjoy.

Measure all of your dry ingredients into a bowl and stir well to blend.  Crack your eggs into a bowl and lightly beat. Next combine the lightly beaten eggs, butter, grated carrot and vanilla and beat them (we ususally just beat by hand) until they are nicely blended. Then add in the pineapple, shredded coconut and nuts (if you choose to add them) and give it all a good stirring.

Lastly, you'll pour your batter into 2 buttered and floured round cake pans, or 1-- 9x13 rectangular baking pan, or heart shaped pans, or bundt pans, or a whole bunch of little heart or round shaped pans for the children (you can get these at kitchen stores and often many large craft shops, like A. C. Moore, etc.........whatever suits your particular fancy.

My children **love** to each make their own little cakes in their small child-sized cake pans. We nearly always make up extra batter and frosting, so that the little ones can use some to make their own cakes. Mine will be making their little cakes, this morning, so I'll try and add photos of those, later, today.

Bake the regular-sized rounds for about 35-45 minutes, and the rectangular 9x13 for about 50-60 minutes or so. The little ones cook up in not time, keep a close eye on them for about 10-15 minutes. You want the tops to be nicely golden browned and a knife or wooden toothpick inserted in the center to come out clean. Always watch you cakes closely dutring those final minutes of baking, so you catch them at the just right point of doneness. Try not to over bake. You want your cake to be nice and moist.

Another word about the little cake pans. I have used them throughout all of the children's childhood and they have been a priceless investment.

Remember that the more you include your children in the happy things of home, making the simplest things a delight, the more they'll flourish and come to see how very capable they are of doing just about any and everything, and with much joy and satisfaction. Allowing your children to spend many pleasant, moments, hours and days occupied creating alongside you, will eliminate many, many, many of your child training troubles--I can't stress this enough. Contentment and joyfullness will overflow and It will cause their little hearts to sing with precious sweet attitudes. Treat them like the best of friends, enjoy them, let them make messes and clean up alongside you, with smiles and songs and stories about when you were little, and when they were born and they were little/r, etc......Share your heart and your life, with your precious children, amidst the daily day-to-day, and you will all be so very blessed. The most important thing in mothering is to capture and keep hold of your precious children's hearts. You do this by being lovingly firm, yes, but so much is accomplished effortlessly by being their very, very, best and most kind, caring, loving, and FUN friend.

After your cakes are done, plan something special for when papa gets home......music, candles, a song or two for the children to sing, while you strum the guitar, and sing along, some cards they made with glue sticks and construction paper, magazine photos and markers. Let them juice lemons and make lemonade. The next day, while they're good and inspired gather them together to sew up the simplest of aprons for themselves, to wear while they are cutting up veggies with a butter knife on the cutting board---for supper's salad.

Praise them, praise them, praise them, and sincerely thank them for all their sweet little-person-helpfulness, letting them know that you couldn't have done it without them. If you can--give Papa a head's up call at work, so he can ready himself on the way home, for the loving reception that awaits him at home, and be ready to receive it with gasps of delight, smiles,hugs and kisses. Take time to take joy--each and every day. It's the very best way, and the rewards are immeasureable.

Kimberly is planning to share her favorite carrot cake recipe on her lovely blog, soon, too--so we can all be looking forward to that--it sounds wondeful! Thanks so much, Kimberly :o)

Okay now, when your cakes are nicely done....................

Let them settle for a short bit and then run your knife around the outside edge of the pan and give your pan a little drop on the cutting board, to jostle it sufficiently from the pan, so that you can put a plate over it, flip it over and pop your cake right on out.

While your cake is sitting aside on your plate or a cooling rack, turn your attention to your cream cheese frosting, that you'll use to frost your lovely cooled cakes.

~~Cream Cheese Frosting

1 cup of softened butter
1 8 ounce package of cream cheese, softened
2 teaspoons of vanilla
4 cups of sifted confectioner's sugar

Cream together butter and cream cheese, and stir in vanilla

Add confectioner's sugar a little at a time, beating well until blended.

Frost your cake.

Then, if you'd like to decorate your cake with lovely carrot roses with (and for) your children.

You'll also need
a few cups of crushed nuts for decorating the cake
a bowl full of carrot ribbons
and a bunch of small mint leaves
For adorning the top of the cake

Peel about 5 carrots and then, using your veggie peeler, peel long continuous ribbons off of each side, gather up as many as you can in a bowl.

Meanwhile, while your peeling, have a medium sized saucepan about half full of water, with about 1/4 cup of sugar added to it, boiling on the stove. After you've finished peeling your carrot ribbons, scoop them up by the handfuls and pop them into the boiling sugar water, for about 4 to 5 minutes or so--this length will vary a bit, depending upon the thickness of your carrot ribbons. You don't want them to be fully cooked, or they'll break off when you try to twirl them into roses, but cooked just enough to be pliable.

Set your carrots aside for a moment if you decide that you'd like to garnish the sides and outer ring of the top of your cake with either toasted shredded coconut (just quickly toasted 'til brown in your oven), or with chopped walnuts. This time around we used chopped walnuts but we've oftentimes used toasted coconut, too. Both are delicious, or you can forgo either. Whatever your family would most enjoy. You could even do half and half, or half one and half nothing.

In order to get the toasted coconut or the chopped walnuts on nicely and be able to rescue whatever doesn't cling to the sides, I place a bowl that allows the amount of margin or framing I want, gently over the top of the cake, and then place the entire cake on it's plate inside of a larger container with sides, to catch everything that falls off so that I can tuck it back in a container to use for something else another time.

Once you've got your framework in place, or if chosen to forgo it, you're ready to settle in to making your carrot roses. If you've never done it before, it can be a bit tricky. The children and I love making them, and the key is not to insist on perfection. Your children will think they are absolutely beautiful, even if they are not all matched in size or perfectly wrapped. The roses are edible and they will be especially delightful to your children.

Okay, so here's an idea of how you go about making them. As I said, you'll get a feel for it after you've made a few. We have lots of fun making them, and even if they're not perfect, they're beautiful. Especially to the children.

Fold over the edge of a long ribbon a couple of times.

Then as you continue to roll--about the third round or so, fold your ribbon over backwards and continue wrapping. You form the petals by the fold backwards.

About every other round or so, fold your ribbon backwards again and continue on your way around. You have to hold it fairly securely in your fingertips and you kind of shape it as you go along. Each rose is unique. The inside of the rose will begin to pop up and push out, which is what gives it it's loveliness, but don't let it unfurl too far, or it will completely unravel..........then you get to begin all over again, which you may have to do a few times in the beginning--but don't lose heart, just give it another whirl :o)

It's really not difficult at all, and you'll be so pleased by even your/s and your children's very beginning results.

Once your rose is rolled out between your finger tips, take it and gently tuck it into your frosting, which will then hold it securely. You can arrange the roses in any design that you like, covering as little or as much of the top of your layer cake as you you think looks nice. We've gone from covering the the entire top, to just barely lacing the outer edge. When your roses are all happily situated then you can take small mint leaves--again be entirely free to be creative in what type of leaves you use, based on what type of leaves you have available to you (or your good neighbors),and snug them in, here and there around your roses.

Make sure that you let the children help you frost the cake and lick the spoons, praise them to the sky for their superb artistry in adorning their cake with their lovely carrot roses, and then be sure and take photos of them proudly around it, before Papa comes home, dinner is done, and you delightedly slice into it and gobble it up.

I just wanted to say, that I enjoy each one of you so much. You are the very sweetest of neighbors, and I look forward to your kind and thoughtful sharing, each day. I smile, laugh, and sometimes cry, as I read your precious comments and emails. Thank-you for sharing your lives, and your hearts, with me, and with everyone else that comes by. I count it such a privilege, and know it's such a blessing for countless others as well. Truly, thank-you.

And, I will close by saying that in the end, Kelly also blessed me with the *gift* of this amazing easy bake roaster, in addition *to* that wonderful propane stove she's digging out of her barn for me! How's that for the icing on the cake??!? :o)

I hope your day was beautiful.
Lovingly, Jewels

P.S. If you decide to give it a try, be sure and share your special creation with us all if you can, okay :o) I'd just love to see yours if at any point you decide to make one. I'm sure everyone else would, too.

A bit more pleasant peasantry

A Simply Lovely Life

The sewing machines have been happily humming away, here, as we've continued make up some new skirts and blouses in a few favorite patterns with a new one thrown into the mix, here and there.

We seem to really share a common fancy for this particular peasant blouse pattern, which has been not only lovely for summer , but for me, has worked out wonderfully well for nursing, too. I particularly like this one, made up in a black on white cotton floral print. The great part is all for one and one for all, between Rosie, Julia and me. So, as we share and share alike, there's all the more for each one of us!

The six-gored skirt in black linen, has a thin waistband, and zipper and button closure, and was made using this pattern, another favorite, with a few small changes.



And, we whipped up another of the same lovely peasant tops, this one in a berry colored cotton.



It pairs up just-right-nicely with this cute double-flounced skirt , in a floral cotton print.





I hope that each one of you and your families enjoyed this lovely day. The sun was back again, shining brightly over yet another full-to-overflowing day, here at the homestead, that even held a nice long while for curling up for stories and relaxing afternoon nap. Again, thanks so much for taking the time to share your lives, and the day-to-day life with those you love. I also appreciate it so much when you take the time to share with me anything special that you've posted on your own blogs so I won't miss it, as my computer time is so limited. You're very dear ladies. What a sweet blessing it is to have such thoughtful, kind and caring neighbors. Thanks again for coming by to visit.

Warmly, Jewels

P.S. Things have been going a bit haywire here at typepad all through the afternoon, so I'm going to try and pop this post on and hope that it makes it through and doesn't disappear, as some things have, today--very interesting :o) Does give a nice little nudge to get a back-up and have the blog printed out, though!

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

Resting in His love

A Simply Lovely Life

It is our ignorance of God that causes the problem. Because we do not know Him, we naturally get all sorts of wrong ideas about Him. We think He is an angry Judge who is on the watch for our slightest faults or a harsh Task master determined to exact from us the uttermost service. We imagine, Him as a self absorbed Deity, demanding His full measure of honor and glory, or as a far off Sovereign concerned only with His own affairs and indifferent to our welfare. Who can wonder that such a God can neither be loved or trusted? And who could expect christians with such ideas concerning Him, to be anything but full of discomfort and misery?

It is impossible for anyone who truly knows God to have any such uncomfortable thoughts about Him. Plenty of outward discomforts may exist and, with them, many earthly sorrows and trials. But through it all, the soul that knows God can dwell in a fortress of perfect peace.

"But whoso hearkeneth unto me shall dwell safely, and shall be quiet from fear of evil" (Proverbs 1:33). This is a statement that no one dare question. We must listen to God, not only hearing Him, but believing what we hear. Then we would know that because He is God, He cannot do anything other than care for us as He cares for the apple of His eye. All that tenderest love and divine wisdom can do for our welfare must be and will be done without fail. Not a single loophole of worry or fear is left to the soul that knows God.

"Ah yes," you say, "but how am I to get to know Him? Other people seem to have some kind of inward revelation that makes them know Him, but I never do. No matter how much I pray, everything seems dark to me. I want to know God, but I do not see how I can manage it."

Your trouble is that you have gotten a wrong idea of what knowing God is. I am not writing about any mystical interior revelations of any kind. Such revelations are delightful when you have them, but they are often variable and uncertain. The kind of knowing I mean is just the plain, matter of fact knowledge of God's nature and character. It comes to us by believing what is revealed to us in the Bible concerning Him. The apostle John says at the close of his gospel, "and many other sighs truly did Jesus in the presence of his disciples, which are not written in this book: But these are written that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing ye might have life through his name" (John 20: 30-31). It is believing what is written, not what is inwardly revealed, that gives life. The kind of knowing I mean comes from believing the things that are written.

The Bible, like a map is a simple statement of facts. When it tells us that God loves us, it is only telling us something that is fact. It would not be in the Bible if it had not already been known to be a fact.

It was a great discovery for me when I grasped this idea. It seemed like all of the uncertainty and speculation out of the salvation of the Lord Jesus Christ. It made all that is written concerning Him to be simply a statement of incontrovertible facts.

These are facts we can believe. What is more, we do believe them, as soon as we see that they are facts. We cannot depend upon inward revelations, but anyone can believe the thing that is written. Although this may seem very dry to start with, if continued, it *will* result in glorious inward revelations. Eventually, we will be led into such a knowledge of God, our lives will be transformed.



This kind of knowing brings us convictions. Convictions are far superior to any inward revelation, delightful though they are. An inward conviction may be upset by the state of one's health or by many other circumstances, but a conviction is permanent. convince a man that two and two are four, and no amount of indigestion, influenza, hurricane winds, or anything else but actual lunacy can upset his conviction. He knows addition just as well when he has an attack of indigestion as he knows it when his stomach is in good working order. Convictions come from knowledge. No amount of good feelings or bad feelings, or of good health or bad health, can change knowledge.



I am absolutely certain that coming to know Him as He is will bring unfailing comfort and peace to every troubled heart. One of Job's friends said in his arguments against Job's bitter complaints, "Acquaint now thyself with Him, and be at peace" (Job 22:21). Our Lord, in His last recorded prayer, said, "And this is life eternal, that might know thee, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom thou hast sent" (John 17:3). It is not a question of acquaintance with ourselves or of knowing what we are or what we do or what we feel. It is only a question of becoming acquainted with God, and getting to know what He is and what He does and what He feels.



Comfort and peace can never come from anything we know about ourselves, but only and always from what we know about Him. We may spend our days in religious service and fill our devotions with fervor and still be miserable. Nothing can set our hearts at rest, but acquaintance with God. After all, everything in our salvation depends upon Him.

If we were planning to take a dangerous voyage, our first concern would be about the sort of captain we were to have. Our common sense would tell us that if the captain were untrustworthy, no amount of trustworthiness on our part would make our voyage safe. It would be His character, not our own, that would be of paramount importance to us.



I desire to lift some troubled hearts out of their sad and uncomfortable religious lives, into the Kingdom of love, joy, and peace, which is their undisputed inheritance. If I manage this, I will feel that my objective in writing this book has been accomplished. I will be able to say, "Lord, now let Your servant depart in peace, for my eyes have seen Your salvation, and my pen has tried to tell it." .........



....The one thing I want to say in such a way that no one can fail to understand it is this: our religious lives should be full of joy, peace, and comfort. If we become better acquainted with God, we will experience all that He has for us.

~~Excerpted from a lovely book, one of my favorites, "Living Confidently in God's Love", by Hannah Whitall Smith.

I hope your day was beautiful. May the One that made you, knows every thought before you think it, how many hairs you have upon your head, your downsitting and uprising--He who *is* love, hold you close, whisper your name, and as He says in His word, sing over you. He loves you more than any other could ever hope to.
Lovingly your sister and friend, Jewels