"Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God."
I'm fortunate that I've been able to work from home for 27 years! Most of that is literally working AT home!!! I've been a stay at home mom since Ben was born and then homeschooled. Actually, I'm retired and this is what I get to do for fun!!!! Since my schedule is flexible I can get things done around the weather. I refuse to cut wet grass, or cut when I have to wear a parka! I want sunshine and roses if I'm out there working...otherwise I'll stay in and work.
Last Thursday the weather was cooperative and I had the time, so I cut the grass for the first time this season. That night, I laid down and said to The Hired Hand...."let the races begin!"
Every morning between 6:30-7am, a wave of blue sweeps in and dances among the sunflowers.
The bluejays flit from apple tree to sunflower capturing their morning breakfast. Unlike tiny yellow finch they cannot hang upside down for too long or gravity takes over. Kurplunk!
For a half hour the wave seems to take turns....unlike what the nature of a bluejay is normally like...selfish. But not as they prepare for a long Winter's rest.....they seem almost cordial toward one another.
As you go out and about preparing for Winter and for Christmas, don't forget to be cordial. A smile goes a long way! Give a stranger a reason to hope. Drop a few dollars or more in the red kettle. You will never know the story behind why that bell ringer is there.
Dad was a bell ringer. He loved people. He loved keeping busy. Blind with gangrene in his toes, pain and yes, dying he wanted Mom to drive him to ring the bell.
One. Last. Time.
He didn't last long....but he died ringing the bell.
Dad never made it home from the hospital after Christmas to hang the Corinthian Chimes I gave him, except with Hospice to die within 3 days.
His chimes hang in my veggie garden today, where I sing and find Dad dancing among the sunflowers.
I'm grateful for the bounty of Summer's Garden. For the fruits of my labor. For the blessings of my God.
My Spaghetti Squash seeds were stolen, dropped in the sheep corral and I waited and waited for the surprise fruit....I harvested 6 gems off of that near-by seed thief. Yes, I'm grateful for the smallest of blessings.
It was 26*f this morning in Central Maryland! I guess it's time to dig up the carrots.
Did you know that unlike most root veggies, that develop flavor and sweetness after several good cold frozen months beneath the tundra....carrots do not!
I always work better under pressure....so now that the pressure is on to finish things up in the garden, I'll spend a few days pulling and cleaning and tidying things up a bit. Normally I do my majority of cleaning in the Spring...but I've pretty much got it done because I needed the space for Fall Veggies.