Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
The boys worked together to make this wonderful garden. I understand that Tyson has a very 'green thumb' and everything he plants grows beautifully. Hey Tyson I need you to come and plant my gardens too. This garden is so gorgeous I would make even a veggie hater want to eat their salad! They even have flowers!
Dylan is the youngest of the three. As as you can see, he loves to draw and color. I think his Christian temple is just lovely. He sure picked nice colors for it.
There. I'm done bragging about my great grandsons. 'For a few minutes anyway'.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
There was a barn with sweet smelling hay, fields of tall grass to run in and cow pies to jump over.
Here's a close up of Grandma and Uncle Oscar. See how he's trying to be modest and hide his um...er....self? And see grandma trying 'not' to peek? This should give you an idea of the wonderful sense of humor my Bonnie has.
This is Bonnie taken in 1998 on a day trip to the Teanaway River in Eastern Washington. Isn't she just beautiful? The sweetness of her spirit shows in her loving face.
Here is our Grandma Lucy Banks nee Ecalbarger and grandfather Waldo Emerson Banks. This was probably taken around 1914 in Bellingham, Washington with Lake Whatcom in the background.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Below is a chest she made to look like a barn, with windows and doors on each side. This is at least two foot long so isn't a tiny replica. She even made a rooster weather vane for the top. I am amazed at how perfectly she is able to attach the hardware. It lines up exactly. And look at that silo, ladder an all. What a wonderful piece to decorate a farm house with, or to sit on a table and dream about.
Below is a wheelbarrow she made for me a few years ago. She made the wheel from wood and it actually turns. My great grandson, Kenny loves to push it around the back deck, and I love how it dresses up my flowers. Isn't it the cutest plant holder you ever saw?
Monday, July 16, 2007
Didn't the Lord make pretty flowers for us to enjoy?
Friday, July 13, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Winter is a gray world.
Across the street from my house used to be a big field with grass as tall as my chin, Several clumps of Hardhack, a few blackberry vines, some cattails, and a lot of Teasel. After a heavy snowfall I couldn't resist going out with my camera to capture the beauty.
The marshmallow looking things are actually snow covered Teasel. The dried seed pods are shaped in a way that the snow was able to cling quite well even though it was heavy enough to bend the stiff Teasel stems, giving the picture a sort of dreamy look. There was no sun this day as the snow clouds hung low and added several more inches of snow later that afternoon. Unfortunately the pictures I took that day are quite dark but I think you can get the general idea.
The field is gone now and two houses sit there. The field was better.
Today the temperature here is 95 degrees on my front deck which has a southern exposure. My house is a comfortable 74. I thought seeing a picture of the icy snow might give us a psychological cool-off.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
The old Victorian flower, Rose Campion, grows like a weed around here. At three feet tall it's quite showy, especially with the grey-green foliage and the startling magenta flowers. In this picture it is covering part of a hillside. It re-seeds like crazy.
This odd looking flower is the blossom on my Euphorbia. Isn't it the strangest looking flower? The color is bright lime, almost a chartruse. I like having all the contrasting green shades in my gardens because it makes each individual plant stand out as if to say, "look at me, look at me."
Oh how I wish you could get a sniff of this wonderful rose! Try to imagine all the fragrant roses you have ever smelled, mixed together with a hint of citrus, the tease of a Stargazer Lily, and a dusting of grandma's bath powder, tossed lightly and blown to you on the softest breeze over a patch of wood violets~~~~~~~~~~~~~heavenly!
A few months ago I noticed the familiar leaves of this little Viola, sprouting from the gravel in a patio area in my back yard. As a flower lover, I couldn't bring myself to yank the wee striving baby up and toss it into the weed bucket. It seems too much like abortion. Now just see my reward? She and all her family smile up at me every time I pass by.
Ahh yes, the delightful snapdragon! In my opinion this is one of the very finest of all flowers for any garden. It tolerates neglect, scorching sun, torrents of rain, doesn't require special soil, it re-seeds beautifully and as a bonus, they come in every shade of yellow, pink, red and white. As far as bouquets are concerned, you won't find many flowers that are easier to arrange and they are long lasting. If you haven't added this one to your collection, do. I guarantee you won't be sorry!
I hope you enjoyed this little stroll through my garden today.
Happy gardening my dear friends!
And may the Good Lord bless you in what ever you are doing today.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Around midnight, I was becoming a bit grouchy and after taking a 'mental walk' down the road to let the neighbors know that the fourth of July was past, it was now the fifth and they should save the remainder of their fireworks for New Year's, I calmed down and began to do some serious thinking.
I thought of our brave men and women in the battle field. I imagined that they too must have a difficult time sleeping with all the artillery fire around them. It probably sounds much like what we hear on the 4th. Even the shouts, although we hear shouts of awe and enjoyment, they hear shouts of fear and pain and even death.
I wondered if the sounds remind them of their fourth of July celebrations. I could visualize a young man contemplating this, remembering the flag he waved and the sparklers he held in his little boy hands, as he watched the parade and looked forward to the hot dogs and ice cream.
As I turned to my side I became aware of my soft, warm bed, and thought of the hard, sandy place that my imaginary soldier was resting his weary body.
My fluffy pillow became his hard helmet, and the cold glass of water I sipped before I went to bed, made me think of his dusty, dry mouth with sand grinding between his teeth. I saw his sunburned and cracked lips, as his tongue tried hopelessly to moisten them.
And I saw the longing in his eyes. Longing for home and family, but I also saw something else. I saw determination and and fierce desire for justice. He isn't playing a game. He made a decision to lay his life on the line if need be, so others can have freedom that we, as a nation have known, enjoyed and even taken for granted. We can't honor or respect him enough.
One war fought does not grant us freedom forever. Every generation must continue to stand firm for the freedom we so love, and want it bad enough to fight for it. If we stop, we have lost it all. From the very first, every war will have been for naught. For it was for Freedom that our forefathers fought so bravely.
If you are praying for our troops, good. Pray more fervently.
If you are praying for our country's leaders, good. Pray more often.
If you are praying for America to be strengthened, good. It begins with you and me.
If you don't believe in God or prayer, why on earth are you reading my blog ?
I hope you learned something.
"PRECIOUS HEAVENLY FATHER BE WITH ALL OF OUR BRAVE TROOPS, COMFORT THEM AND RETURN THEM TO THE ARMS OF THEIR LOVED ONES SAFELY, IN JESUS NAME, AMEN"
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Sunday, July 01, 2007
And this (rose)
And this, (Feverfew foreground, foxglove in back)
And this.......... Campanula (thanks Diane)
And you'll be thankin' the Good Lord for this!