Wordless Wednesday

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Henry's Garden, April 25

Making progress!

Cannas.  Not part of the garden, exactly, but I just liked this shot.

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This isn't all that's growing out there, of course. It's just the things that are announcing themselves

most dramatically right now.   Are we having fun yet?

Of Rain, and Thunder, and Simple Moments

I'm a big fan of big weather.  I used to stand on the front porch of my childhood home on Montezuma Road with my mother and watch them, and listen to them, roll in.  I loved them then -- I love them now. During today's storms I sat with Rosemary on her back porch, listening to the rain and the thunder, and singing to her what always runs through my heart when storms roll in....

Oh, Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder consider all the worlds Thy hands have made....

I see the stars; I hear the rolling thunder -- Thy power throughout the universe displayed!

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to thee, "How great thou art!  How great thou art!"

I don't know for sure, but I suspect that at some point in my childhood when storms might have scared me, someone must have sung that to me while one was raging. Whatever the genesis of this association, it has served me well during storms of all sorts. There's not much else I'll ever have of value to pass along to Rosemary, but maybe one day she'll sing this to her grandchild during a storm. If that's my legacy, it's not a bad one.

As it happened,  Scoutmaster Henry (aka "Pop") was supposed to be spending the whole weekend in the woods of Camp Hobbs with the Scouts of Troop 1, but as weather reports became progressively more dire the decision was made to clear camp and come home.   He turned up at Rosemary's, and I handed her over to him so that the two of them could have some sweet time, too. 
 
They enter a zone, these two, when they are together.  Today Rosemary was fascinated by the fuzzy hair on her Pop's arms. 
 
There are bigger moments in the lives of a grandparent and grandchild, to be sure, but the million little moments like these she will have with her Pop, her Papa, her Granna, and her Grandmama -- and all the other adults in her life who get to be part of her memories -- are pretty awesome.
 

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Oakwood Cemetery

Montgomery, Alabama

November 2009

The Garden April 18, 2010

So, Mr. Lucas.... What-all's in there now?

cantaloupe

carrots

cucumber

dragon tongue pole beans

eggplant

lima beans

marigolds

okra

radishes

sunflowers

tomatoes

watermelon

yellow squash

The hardest part now -- for me, anyway -- is the waiting!  In a few weeks time I hope to be pulling out the cast iron skillet that's reserved for the Making of Cornbread, which I intend to serve hot and buttery with the products of Henry's time and God's good grace!   

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A Little Dirt, a Little Sun, a Lot of Love

Henry tilled the earth for his second Crawford Street garden last week, and began planting this weekend.  I'm excited about the radishes, carrots, cucumbers, and squash; everybody else seems to be over-the-top nutty anxious for tomatoes and okra.   

It's hard work tilling.  It's hard work sowing.  It's hard work waiting.

This is why you're going to do it with us this year.  Every Sunday, beginning today, I will post a picture of Henry's garden. 

April 11, 2010

And because you know I love to live my life in constant "theme" mode, I thought I'd also share something else it takes a little dirt, a little sun, and a lot of love to raise.

Thanks, Shel!

It was just an interesting day. 

 First I found this app for my iPhone by happenstance:

... and while it did not improve my productivity, streamline my social networking apparati, manage my finances, nor make my grocery shopping more efficient, it did make me smile.

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And then a customer came in the store to tell me her 9-year old granddaughter had postively eaten with a spoon the copy of Shel Silverstein's "Where the Sidewalk Ends" that I had talked her into a couple months ago, and proceeded to buy a copy of every other one of his collections we had in stock.

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And then another customer called the store later, looking for the single remaining volume of his poetry we had on the shelf....

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And then I got home and decided to share this on my blog, and ran across this, which always makes me cry happy tears because it is as eloquent an explanation for what God can do with us if we trust Him....



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And then I decided this post needed to end on a silly note in honor of the gift of Shel Silverstein, so here's the poem that always made my boys giggle.

There's too many kids in this tub.
There's too many elbows to rub.
I just washed a behind that I'm sure wasn't mine!
There's too many kids in this tub!

Lordamercy, what a wonderful day!

Nothing New Under the Sun

Then:



Now:

I'm making no further comment.

Home Again, Home Again

After fiddling around with various and sundry blogsites over the past many months, I've finally made a big, totally inconsequential decision:   Back to Blogger.

My reason is simple.  I'm not really blogging very much these days about anything, but my new hobby (photography) has given me a reason to participate at a very cool site, and I discovered this morning after I had already submitted an entry with another blogging tool that getting my photos from Picasa to a blog is totally one click if I go to Blogger.

And then I come back to the dashboard, and see they've added editing things that will make it easier for me to do some other things, and I'm all, like, "Win! Win! Win!"

I know there are other fancier vehicles out there, but I just seemed to be spending more time having to figure out how to drive them without making everybody insane.

Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course....

Inspiration for New Garden?

This was taken last year, with my iPhone. This year's garden has been tilled, but nothing planted as yet!