If I were a rich man....dadadadadada!

I felt so rich this morning picking this berries. Money can't buy the things I have in this life. No strawberry bought in a store can rival these for taste and I just get to go out and pick them in my backyard. There are so many that I didn't even touch half my patch and I still have more than enough. Actually, I picked these for a baby shower I'm hosting tonight for a gal at our church who just had a baby boy. We're having a fondue and we'll certainly have lots of strawberries among other things. I can't wait!

Like a rose, trampled on the ground

"Like a rose, trampled on the ground" When planning my powerpoint background this week for the song "Above All" this line stuck out and so I went out and picked a nice full rose, found a patch of ground and literally stepped on it.

Rory was watching this whole process with concern. He finally asked, "Mom, why are you killing your only rose?" I told him about the song and how this is a picture of how we treated Jesus when he was on the earth. The whole song is about how Jesus is above all and you would expect that such a one would be praised and honored. But no, He was

Crucified, laid behind the stone
He lived to die, rejected and alone
Like a rose, trampled on the ground
He took the fall
And thought of me above all.

What a picture of how much Jesus loves each of us and what he was willing to endure so that we might live and have life abundantly. 

Well summer is in full swing with most of my free time spent out in the yard. There's so much to do that it could be a full-time job for me. So I just do the best I can.

The strawberries are ripe. Last year, we had a flash flood that destroyed all chances of strawberries from my patch. But this year all is looking good. Every day I go out and pick a nice bowlful. And the timing is just as I hoped. I'm hosting a baby shower Friday and I'm planning a fondue with lots of fresh strawberries among other things. And strawberries are one thing I have plenty of. I've never planned a baby shower before and I'm finding I'm enjoying it - even the phoning around that I usually don't like to do.

Enough with the 5 am wakeup call!! Ladger's been getting up at this time to go spraying and now I'm finding I'm automatically waking up at this unearthly hour. And even though Ladger isn't spraying tomorrow, he's going to Regina and he's getting up at .... 5 am.

So these days I feel perpetually tired.

Often Ladger will start chatting when he sees my eyes open in the morning. I tell him that doesn't mean I'm awake. What can he be thinking? Do I really want to talk about the issues in farming, politics, or whatever at such an early hour in the morning? Truly, I can be a zombie for a good part of the morning sometimes. And then I really start feeling awake and alive in the evening and I just hate going to bed. Silly, huh? Because then the whole thing starts again.

Maybe I'm just getting to be an old gal with no oomph left!

Maybe I need to quit rambling and get myself off to sleep b3cause morning will be here way too soon.

Here's Rory sporting his Sparkies vest on the night of the closing. 

 

Frog Alert!!

There’s a frog loose in my house!!!! Yesterday Rory came in the house so excited to show me a tiny frog he caught that's probably no bigger than a penny unless he stretches out. He was so excited to add it to our fish bowl as a friend for the fish. And since we told him the frog might need sit on something, he put in the tiny ‘reed’ boat he’d made in our model of the Nile River. The frog sat on it all evening. But this morning he was gone and so far we haven’t found him. I’m a little nervous walking around as you may well imagine.