Five Minute Friday on Monday April 9, 2012

On Friday I read the prompt ‘Light’ and couldn’t put my thoughts together. This scripture was read Sunday morning and my thoughts jelled.

 

 

 

But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping: and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre, And seeth two angels in white sitting, the one at the head, and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain. And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him. And when she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus. Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away. Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master    John 20:11-16

start:

how many times in my grief
in my busyness
in my discouragement

am I so involved in what I assume to be true
so sure of what I feel
so unbelieving in the power of the Father

that even when Jesus is standing right in front of me, saying
can I help? — I am blind and stumble along in my own weak way;
until He says my name

and my eyes are opened like Mary’s
and I can honor, accept and submit to Him.

stop.

Matthew 6:22-23 The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light. But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!

Join others writing about light with Ginny here.

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Scavenger Hunt Sunday — April 8, 2012

This week I hunted, searched and looked until I found every item.

 New

This blossom of wild strawberry and ladybug are new to Spring.

Life

  In the beginning was the Word,and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
In him was life; and the life was the light of men.
John 1:1, 4

Fragrant

We have Chickens.                We have fresh Eggs.          We have Fragrance.

Nosy Grissabell!  All the chicks left their nests.
What a noisy disturbance occurred.

Pink

I took my camera to church this morning, thinking surely some little girl will be wearing Easter pink.  What I found was our pastor’s wife’s shoes!

Obvious

I collect Tom Clark figurines. Wilkes and Molly are my favorites.
It is obvious they are in love and have loved for a long time.
When the Farmer and I were going together, he would often play and sing while I finished my chores.  These hold a special place in my heart.  The Farmer hasn’t played in a long time.
Our love continues;  in June will be our 45th anniversary.

You’ll find more hunters and their photos here:

Scavenger Hunt Sunday items: New, Life, Fragrant, Pink and Obvious

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Yarn Along — April 7, 2012

Yes, I know Yarn Along is on Wednesdays.

On Wednesday I didn’t think I had knit enough on anything to make it worth a post. Today I put Tweedily Dee on a life line  —  Wow.  I like.

I have started on my second ball of yarn and just over half way through the pattern. I love the colors. I love the way there are long lengths of color to make cool stripes. This yarn is very light weight, since the pattern has a picot bind off, I’m thinking of adding beads.

I’m listening to ‘Around the World in Eighty Days’ by Jules Verne. I have never read this story before, shying away from the ‘classics’, thinking them heavy reading and boring. I am enjoying the story. It is amusing and easy to follow while I knit away.

 

Ginny, here, has a whole list of knitters who did not wait until Saturday to write about their projects.  Go and See.

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Today’s thought — Meeting Jesus

Good Morning

And he bearing his cross went forth into . . . Golgotha. John 19:17

When the two single beams were lifted from the Lord’s bleeding shoulders and laid on those of the sturdy Cyrenian, Simon became what none ever had been, or ever would be, in all the history of the Lord’s Passion–he became for a brief space the substitute of Jesus! Simon came into Jerusalem that morning, from the village home where he had been a guest, unconscious of the tragedy enacted there during the night, and was soon caught in the throng accompanying Jesus to Calvary. Through the dense excited mass of life this heavily-built countryman forced his insistent body until he came to the edge of the procession. From this vantage point he could peer in and get sight of Jesus–could catch the weariness of His face. Was it the merest accident that Simon was taken into the heart of the tragedy? The guard looked round and saw Simon –his prominence and bulk–perhaps an unconscious sympathy growing on his face–and before Simon knew what had happened he had been dragged out from among the people and the cross was on his shoulders, and he was walking beside Jesus to Calvary.

O good fortune of the Cyrenian to have a stout body–to be born a countryman–to carry a kindly heart! It had won him an honor denied to kings and conquerors.

And none so favored as this Cyrenian, for they journeyed together within an iron wall–no man could interrupt or annoy–neither priest nor people, they were so close together that the cross seemed to be on them both. That Jesus spoke to Simon as He did to few in all His ministry, there can be little doubt, since no one could render Jesus the slightest service without being instantly repaid, and this man had succored Him in  His dire extremity. What Jesus said to His substitute Simon never told. But on thing is certain in the heart of the tragedy on the way to Calvary, Simon meet Jesus, And with what kindness Jesus must have spoken to His cross-bearer as they went forward together under one cross-one common disgrace! Alone wit the Redeemer one gathers precious treasure!

For a short while this man carried the load of wood. In return, Jesus carried his sin, and that of his children after him, for by the time this Gospel was given unto the world Simon was know as the head of a distinguished Christian house–a man honored in his sons, Alexander and Rufus.

Nothing save–a few drops of blood on the ground remained of the great tragedy as Simon journeyed homeward that evening; but, in the meantime, Jesus had accomplished the deliverance of the world–and Simon, the Cyrenian, had carried the Lord’s cross!What  a privilege!

   Taken from the throng to carry another’s cross–Via Dolorosa with Jesus!   John Watson

Everyone who met Jesus didn’t go away from that meeting the same.

The blind could see,
the dumb could speak,
lepers were healed,
mothers had their sons returned unto them,
the rich young ruler went away sorrowing,
children felt love and acceptance,
mothers realized the importance their role in their children’s lives,
Peter learned about denial and forgiveness,
Judas learned of betrayal and despair.
A Roman soldier acknowledged, ‘Truly this was the Son of God. ‘

All were changed.

Simon, how could he not become a different person , meeting Jesus on the road to the cross.

No wonder, on the day of Pentecost, as Peter preached of Jesus, all the pieces of Jesus ministry fell into place in the hearts and minds of men and women. The seed planted by John the Baptist, the sermons  and  parables spoken by Jesus, the watering by the miracles and the blood of the sacrifice bore fruit,  about three thousand souls.

Trust God for your day, ….Today
With my prayers;   desiring yours,  Leslie

Published in: on April 7, 2012 at 9:01 am  Leave a Comment  

Spring = Growing

At Cozy Acres spring is coming.

A few pictures of the Farmer’s winter/spring garden

beets                                            broccoli                                   parsleyand onions

cabbage, bolted          mustard greens,turnip flowers       lettuce s

cauliflower                   cauliflower leavings

The row on the right raspberries, boysenberries and Marion berries.

                                 

The left row grapes,   ??  the varieties. Grape cuttings have leaves.

West and south sides have glass, the east side will have a sliding door and window to match west. The back side will be wood. All the glass has been donated.  The floor is river rock covered with decomposed granite. the Farmer is getting anxious to begin planting seed.

We hope you don’t have skin problems as this tree does.

These iris have been blooming since November and still there are bubs.

Love these violets!

Part of our rose garden, it is amazing to me  –  how drastically the roses are pruned. They grow full and beautiful.

Ajuga  is 6-8 inches tall, I’ve never had them grow so well as here.

This is my row of hydrangeas, all have good new growth. To the left, assorted ground covers are being planted. All the varieties I brought from Grandma Crain are growing nicely.

Our current wall hanging is one I made in 2004. I entered a quilt challenge, given the musical note fabric make a quilt on the theme, Music in the Foothills for the Foothill Quilt guild quilt show. The pattern is a variation of delectable mountains. All those little half square triangles were made with triangle paper. I won  the Viewer’s Choice award. I was more pleased to win the award than on from the judges. The viewer’s choice award is received from votes from the public viewers and quilters.

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Scavenger Hunt Sunday — April 1, 2012

Scavenger Hunt Sunday

Evening clouds

Sacramento Skies are beautiful all year round.
This one  is  from my stash.

Sun flare

From my pillow I see the sun flare  saying  Wake Up

Seven

Seven little heads peek from the storyteller’s sarape.
I bought this in New Mexico I am the storyteller in our family and all the littlies gather round,
I love it.

High Angle

This oak tree looms high and the blackbirds sound like a flock of gossipy women.

Low Angle

Stooping low I saw  rosemary blossoms through the dried grasses bordering the library sidewalk.  (I liked the angles of the grass for a double ‘angle’ picture.)

I joined Ashley and other scavenger hunters here at

www.ashleysisk.com

Come and see what others have found.

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Wordless Wednesday — cat hair balls

It is Wednesday and it is time to be wordless.

Buster and Grizz

Look over the shoulders of other wordless ones here

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Scavenger Hunt Sunday –March 25

 

Scavenger Hunt Sunday items:

Whimsy  —   Playfully quaint or fanciful,
especially in an appealing and amusing way.

To me, this squirrel fulfills the definition.

Create

Maybe this hat I knitted this week for grandson, Alex
could be called whimsical, also

Dust,

the Farmer makes dust as he cleans up the sides of the driveway.

Seed or Sprout

These succulents sprout flower stalks every spring.

and Swing or Drop

I went looking for dropped blossoms from magnolias or camillas;
What a Find!
a real swing,
a dropped orange
and a dropped red camilla
seen through a chain-link fence laced with wisteria vines.

I had  fun looking for scavenger items; the harder part was picking out which pictures to use this week; come on over to Ashley’s blog and check out some others.

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{this moment} as long as there are weeds

A Friday ritual inspired by SouleMama. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment to pause, savor and remember.

May your weeds be few!

Published in: on March 23, 2012 at 12:13 pm  Leave a Comment  

Five Minute Friday – Loud

On Fridays, many weeks I join with Ginny @ The Gypsymama and write.

I never know what will appear. sometimes it is hard to start, sometimes hare to stop. Sometimes I find myself laughing, sometimes crying. Sometimes I am please with my work and I want everyone to see what I have written. Most of the time what I write looks young and needy, waiting to grow.

Ginny says “We finger paint with words. We try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.”

So remember finger painting can be very messy, indeed

Prompt  —  loud

start:

“When the voice in my head is so loud I can’t hear what I’m saying.”

That is the first thought that came to mind when I saw the prompt for today.

The voice in my head

Sometimes I just want to stuff a sock in it’s mouth

Be quiet

Leave me alone

Let me have a little time to find out what I need to know

I’ve listened to you over and over

And I’m still in the same place.  .  .  stuck.

There is a saying if you want different results you have to stop doing what you have been doing.

So, Voice, you need to hush!

I figure out what is good for me.

So I go to my secret place.

I leave the voice and the busyness and the cares

And I meet with the One who said,

“I am the way, the truth and the life”

And I find rest.

stop.

Published in: on March 23, 2012 at 11:50 am  Comments (1)  

Yarn Along — March 21, 2012

I saw “Man’s Rasta Hat by Annie Modesitt and Drew Emborsky” and knew I had to knit it for my oldest grandson Alex.

I used some Lion Brand Wool-Ease I received when my Mom weeded out her stash when she moved. I started Sunday afternoon and finished Tuesday. For me, a fast knit.  If I make it again, I’ll shorten the ribbing. Alex had to turn it up about 1 1/2-2 inches; it should fit without folding. He was one very happy guy!

This Wallaby sweater is my take along, so it is coming along nicely. I didn’t add the pouch this time. The sweater will look a little more dressy, which will suit the young man who will receive it.

I’m calling this shawl ‘Tweedily dee’ I like the way the striping is knitting up and it is a nice kind of mindless knitting to balance the lace knitting.

Alpaca Sox Shawl by Yarn Garden
I’m listening to Kathy Reich’s, Bare No Bones, one of the adventures of  forensic anthropologist Tempe Brennan.
I love checking out what others are knitting and reading, often adding titles and projects to my lists, at Small Things with Ginny . Come and see what’s going on with two sticks (or a crochet hook) and string.
I also linked with Tami at
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Alex’s Hat

I saw this hat and knew I needed to make it for my oldest (13) grandson, Alex. His parents weren’t quite as excited when I explained it had dreadlocks. Alex was super excited.

After a couple weeks, Alex asked ‘have you finished my hat?’ opps!
That day I started. This hat was a lot of fun to knit. And since it only took me two days a fast knit, of course, the yarn is held double.


I have visions of having to knit more of these, when the other grandsons see this one…..a son might not want to be left out.

I received this yarn from my mother who cleaned our her stash, thank you.
I had approx 40 yards leftover from each skein.

The hat is from this book   —  Drew Emborsky and Annie Modesitt, the co-authors of Men Who Knit and the Dogs Who Love Them, thank you.

Published in: on March 20, 2012 at 8:22 pm  Leave a Comment  

Scavenger Hunt Sunday, March 19, a day late

This is my first time joining the Scavenger Hunt. I commented on Andrea Dawn’s pictures  ‘if I were brave enough;’ that sparked a post joining with Five Minute Friday(also late). So I’m putting on my bravery mask and cape and sharing some pictures I’ve taken during the past year, Maybe I’ll have current ones in the future.

Vintage

My 1935 Singer Sewing Machine a gift from my husband, the Farmer.

Word or Quote

I crossed stitched this years ago, it sits above the sewing machine.

Nature’s own

You would find this in my Mother-in-law’s garden, August, 2010

People

My grandsons crowding and listening, I love this picture.

Photographer’s Choice

What I saw one morning looking out my front door.


     If you enjoy interpretation of words through pictures:                                   go here  —  Ashley’s blog

Five Minute Friday on Monday — Brave

 

Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.

 

Where your words are welcome, just as they are!

Prompt is Brave.

go.

Last week I commented on a blog where I have visited several times and ended with “if I were brave enough…..”

That was the prompt I needed to write about being brave. I don’t think I am.

So it  seems I missed a lot.

I was the one as a child who said we better not do that    I was afraid.

In high school I didn’t learn to play tennis because I was afraid of what I would look like  and that I wouldn’t be able to do it.

When asked what I wanted to do with my life I didn’t speak up, because I was afraid.

I said  ‘oh, I knit a little bit’ —- because i was afraid I didn’t knit as well as others, even though, I put on my children items I had made,

and that blog, just series of pictures, I can take pictures.   I have posted pictures,  I have  shared pictures on my blog and on Facebook.

I don’t take pictures for them.

I take pictures for me.

I don’t have to look over others shoulders to have fun

I don’t have to be afraid

AFRAID,       Shut up!

I can and I will be brave enough to climb the ‘afraid’ mountain.

stop.

I went over time and reading it. Afraid whispers, this isn’t smooth, it is rough, it is not as good as, why do  you think you can do this. . .

I said “Publish!”

Joining Lisa Jo at Gypsymama and many others being brave enough.

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Yarn Along — March 14, 2012

I was attacked by a severe case of startitis!

I was knitting along very happily on the Anjou and the Slice of Pi, when it hit.

Alpaca Sox Shawl by Emily Devlin

Now I have to knit a little and knit a little there, here a row, there a row. Oh I love each and every row!

Slice of  Pi is blooming beautifully.

This is where my pretty ones sleep, right next to my chair.

Busterford Jones has taken over the basket when Grissabell isn’t in it.

I’m listen to A Widow’s Story, A Memoir by  Joyce Carol Oates, the story of her life after the sudden death of her husband. The topic isn’t pleasant (what word to use), but the author’s ability to describe the roller coaster ride of a widow is very well done.

Joining Ginny at Small Things. If you visit, you’ll find many beautiful works in progress – some are even finished.

Published in: on March 14, 2012 at 2:07 pm  Comments (5)