Spring?

Most everyone has had enough of winter this year.  Perhaps those that ski found this particular winter rather enjoyable.  Not me.  It has seemed rather endless.

In light of my crankiness, cabin-fever and a recent trip to Wal Mart.  This arose:

An Ode to Spring

March 2014

Spring has sprung,

That's what they say.

I sit enshrined in fleece today!

Crazed with cold,

Four walls I flee,

To a store nearby to me.

Within this place,

Are colors rare

When black and gray are all I wear.

Bright, warm colors beckon me,

To try on clothes,

In a size three!

Lime, lemon-bold and tangerine,

But, do they match,

My flanneled jeans?

Nearby are very tiny things--

Two pieces held,

With little strings.

But could I stand my body bare

Without my thermal

Underwear?

Back home I head with empty cart.

This is not for,

The faint of heart.

My frozen skin,

Not ready for

Bright clothing that is paper thin.

Just six more weeks,

The rodent said.

How I like to think him dead.

Random Thoughts on Order

Another potholder is finished.  This one is all the darker colors with a splash of yellow here and there.

A good friend, Kathy, who is a quilter extraordinaire, encouraged quilters in a small class she was doing to put their fabrics into a paper bag and pull them out to create a "scrappy" look.  I've tried that.  Couldn't do it.  Even with these simple potholders, I cannot seem to make a "random" one.  I'll begin with the intention of just pulling any loop out of the bag only to find that it bothers me that there is no pattern or order to it.  The loops are then rearranged once (sometimes three times) looking for an eye-pleasing pattern and color combo.

What does this say about me?  Is this just a "first born" tendency?  Or, is it my love of a created order-- beauty with design?

It brings me joy to discover God's designs in nature.  How He puts colors together in the parts of the flowers that are pleasing to the eye.  Even the colors of vegetables are pleasing, as in carrots--orange with green.  The leaves of beets are a lovely dark green with purple veins.

The colors of fall flood the eyes with the glorious colors of creation.  Golds, reds, yellows are set against a green backdrop completed with a dazzling blue sky.  Certainly there is a seeming randomness to the colors of the woods, but I see a design.  Or, perhaps it is the Designer who shines.  God's choice of colors if for us.  It is a delight to our eyes for a reason.  Is it any wonder that fall is the favorite season of so many people?  Who cannot find beauty in this riot of color?



I've given up trying to create randomness in quilts or my little potholders.  Not that I don't enjoy another's random creation.  I just can't, at least in this way, bring myself to be capricious.  Some might say that this keeps me from being spontaneous.

Alas, for all my fondness for order, it seems that I find it difficult to maintain it in my home.  Daily "to do" lists are often scuttled by unexpected opportunities, unknown plans of the spouse or just plain weariness.  When I can achieve even some small sense of order in my little world, I find it restful.

As I write, it begins to sound as if I'm a control freak.  No, not the case, I believe.  It sands to reason that if God, who created order, would desire his people to be orderly- creative and orderly.  Wanting to control each tiny aspect of our lives to suit ourselves is nothing short of idolatry.  When people are control freaks their trust in God has been shattered somewhere along the way.

Our best plan should always include, "Lord willing".  God is the Master Planner.  He is in control of all those little, and not so little, interruptions that come into our lives.  Accepting and embracing His ordered plan for our lives is often difficult.  I find myself often saying, " for God's glory and my good"(--John Newton).  Knowing that God is in control, that he has the smallest details of my life designed to shape me to better glorify him brings me comfort.  Sure, it is not always very easy to accept and I'm not always in a position to jump up and down for joy when, in my limited perspective, things don't look very wonderful.  I'm a work in progress.

O GOD MOST HIGH, MOST GLORIOUS,
The thought of thine infinite serenity cheers me,
For I am toiling and moiling, troubled and distressed,
   but thou art for ever at perfect peace.
Thy designs cause thee no fear or care of unfulfilment,
   they stand fast as the eternal hills.
Thy power knows no bond,
   thy goodness no stint.
Thou bringest order out of confusion,
   any my defeats are thy victories;
The Lord God omnipotent reigneth.
I come to thee as a sinner with cares and sorrows,
   to leave every concern entirely to thee,
      every sin calling for Christ's precious blood;
Revive deep spirituality in my heart;
Let me live near to the great shepherd,
   hear his voice, know its tones, follow its calls.
Keep me from deception by causing me to abide in the truth,
   from harm by helping me to walk in the power of the Spirit.
Give me intenser faith in the eternal verities,
   burning into me by experience the things I know;
Le me never be ashamed of the truth of the gospel,
   that I may bear its reproach,
        vindicate it,
        see Jesus as its essence,
        know in it the power of the Spirit.

--from the Valley of Vision, Resting on God

Finally!

They have finally bloomed!

They must be a late variety because they are the last of anyone's crocuses to bloom.  However, they are my first.  Just in time for Easter!  As you can see, the other bulbs are popping up, too.  Spring must be coming--finally!

God's promises never fail.

Have a blessed Easter.

Response to "God Made a Farmer"

Since I didn't watch the Super Bowl, I did not see the Dodge Ram ad.  It was not until Monday morning that I heard the ad replayed on the radio.  I must admit that Paul Harvey's voice and the images that it stirred from my childhood made me feel proud to be a farm girl.  Now I've never been one's that real quick, but something about the whole thing didn't seem quite right, but I wasn't able to put my finger on it.  The ad was put on the back burner of my mind until today.

While researching chlorinated water, of all things, I ran across this blog post that I believe you will find very interesting and, like me, helpful:


Sustainable Farmer’s Response to “God Made a Farmer” Superbowl Ad

This response made sense to me.  This may be one of the reasons the ad did not sit quite right with me.

Plus, why would Big Auto want to glorify Small Ag?  Just say'in.

Starting Seeds

It has been a few years since I started my own seeds.  With the limited window space at our old place, my poor little plants were stringy and weak.  This house has some nice south facing windows on the third floor that I want to try for seed starting.  It is warm enough that the cat fights to be up there as much as possible.

This year, I'm looking at starting some non-GMO and heirloom seeds to put out in the garden.  Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds sent me a free catalog that is both colorful and inspiring.  Of course, there is still Johnny's Selected Seeds.  They, too, have some great varieties.  I'm working on my lists...dreaming of a beautiful pest-free, weed-free, abundant garden this summer.

This Mother Earth News article on seed starting was found at 3Breeze Homestead's Facebook page.  The article offers 11 steps for starting your own seeds.  There is a wealth of information on seed selection, timing of planting, as well as lighting.

While I wait for a cold frame, I may use some clear plastic storage containers to not only keep the little babies warm, but also make it easier to move them around from warm, sunny window to the outdoors, when appropriate.

(from the gardenweb.com)

The wind is howling and the temperature dropped from 67 degrees yesterday to 22 degrees right now.  Checking out seed catalogs on a winter's day makes spring feel right around the corner.  Well, almost.

What will you discover when you turn your eyes in dependence upon the Lord?  You'll find him gazing back at you, eagerly waiting to bless.  Upon tiring of fighting with pigs for food, the Prodigal Son had finally 'come to himself' and begun the journey home.  I'm sure that as he walked, he searched intently for some sign of his house in the distance.  But he wasn't the only one who was seeking.  'But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him' (Luke 15).  While we're still far away, his compassion overwhelms him and he runs toward us!  He is not standing around waiting for us to come to him properly sorry.  He doesn't allow us to come to him as hired servants.  No, if we're going to return to him, then he is going to enjoy the pleasure of graciously blessing us with all the riches of full sonship.

--Elyse Fitzpatrick

Old Dog -- New Trick

When I was young--real young, I was far to busy playing with trucks in the dirt.  As I grew older, I was far to busy keeping up with the local hired farm hands in pitching hale bales.  There were a lot more things that kept me busy as I got older, not just boys, who mostly ignored me anyway.  There were plenty of chores around the farm and garden that needed to be done.  I simply didn't have any interest in hand work, needle work or sewing of any kind.

Fast forward to "much older and a bit wiser".  I love old quilts!  I enjoy hand quilting.  And, I sure wish that I would have sat down with either or both of my grandmothers to learn some stitching.  Grandma Hoovler was an amazing seamstress.  She made a great many dresses for my sisters and me.  Each unique and splendid in craftmanship.

Grandma Blair was a quiltmaker and she loved to embroider.  She made tea towels, pillow slips, as she called them, and samplers.  Whenever we visited, there was never a time she wasn't busy stitching something.  I'll always remember her old, round purple cookie tin.  That tin held mysterious things like her needles, threads and thimbles.  It was always quickly put away when we arrived so that there were no accidents.  Among the many "if only-ies" I have in my life one of them would be to sit with my grandmothers and learn a few things about stitching and life.

This winter I'm making the two older granddaughters each little quilts for their dolls.  Ada's doll quilt will match her baby quilt.  I had some leftover patches and figured it was easy to just make a small one.  Hopefully, she will like that they are matching quilts.  Roslyn's is another matter.   Is it bizarre to agonize over a doll quilt??  There were many minutes spent browsing quilt books trying to find patch I could make without it being so difficult or overly involved that it would take forever.  I kept telling myself, "It's just a doll quilt!".

I settled on a single patch that is a copy from an old quilt that my sister bought me.  She called it a "rescue quilt".  That just means that she rescued it from being ignored and unsold at the Quilt Auction.  I love it.  I only wish I knew the name of the patch.  The fabrics were chosen from my stash that I've gathered over the years.  It went together rather well...not perfectly, but, it is me that is sewing it.   After all, it is a doll quilt.  The center looked too plain and I just couldn't think of what to do to dress it up a bit.  Then the idea of a center initial came to me.  Well, anyone could embroider one letter.  It's a "R"!  How hard can an "R" be?  Checked around online and found an "R".  Not a plain one, but not too frilly or fancy one.  I should be able to do this.  Right?  Here is what I came up with.  It is a little doll quilt sewn with love.  Caution:  This is my first attempt.  Those of you who know what you are doing, there is a reason that the photo was taken from this distance--it looks better the farther away you are.   You can laugh, but just don't tell me you laughed.  It is a doll quilt :-)

I must admit that, while I struggled with getting the hang of even the simplest of stitches, I was sad when it was completed.  There is no consistency in my stitches--some are real short and then the others are kinda long.  It doesn't look too bad, as long as you don't look very closely.  

I'm working on the binding for Ada's quilt, so you'll get to see it when it is all done.

We sang this hymn on Sunday.  It is one of my favorites and I haven't sung it in a long time.  These are a few of the lines:

Be Still My Soul

Be still, my soul; the Lord is on your side;

Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;

Leave to your God to order and provide;

In every change he faithful will remain.

Be still, my soul; your best, your heavenly, Friend;

Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul; your God does undertake

To guide the future as he has the past.

Your hope, your confidence, let nothing shake;

All now mysterious shall be bright at last.

Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know

His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.

These two stanzas resonated with me as if it was the first time I had read them.  Such truth, hope and reassurance sung to a beautiful, haunting melody.   Good words to remember.

Stay warm!

Just Picked

A new first!  Picking fresh greens from the garden--in December!!  How wonderful!  I planted collards and kale to have a fall harvest and it has been a delightful success.

The day before Christmas is when these bunches were picked.  There was a huge winter storm coming the day after Christmas and I wanted to make sure the last of the kale was picked before it was buried under snow and I couldn't get to it or, worse yet, couldn't find it.

The collards were getting a bit weary of being frosted on a regular basis so the were all picked.  Yes, all.  I spend a couple of days getting them into the freezer.  There was quite a harvest.

The kale was left in the garden to use as we wanted.  When the kids were here from Minnesota, I cooked a batch for them.  My son-in-law was impressed with the flavor.  The cold and snow seem to give kale a very nice taste; not bitter or harsh.

It is wonderful to have garden successes.  Especially ones that last until Christmas!

Diet Update:

It is hard to admit that the diet for my MS has not yielded the results that I had hoped.  There has been slight improvement, but not in the major ways that I had hoped.  The diet continues (well, I did cheat over Christmas...a few--just a few cookies and some ham--wonderful, delicious ham) and there are other areas to explore.  I like goat cheese.  Yep, I really like it.

Blessed Lord Jesus,
     No human mind could have invented the gospel.  Acting in eternal grace, you are both its messenger and its message, coming to earth as a tiny child, giving yourself over to insult, injury, poverty and death, so that we might be ransomed, redeemed, and freed from sin.  We bless you, Eternal Father, for ordaining this way of salvation.  We thank you, Lamb of God, for opening this way, and we praise you, Holy Spirit, for applying this great salvation to our hearts.
     Lord, forgive us for our obsession with our own righteousness. WE spend many hours thinking about how we are doing spiritually, agonizing over our failures and glorying in our successes.  We spend very little time thinking about your righteousness, and about the truth that even on our very best days, our goodness is tainted with our sin and still looks like filthy rags to you.  It is hard for us to accept that in our strongest moments, we cannot escape our great need for your obedience to cover ours and take its place.  Open our eyes to see our own fascination with our reputations and the many ways in which we use our strengths to belittle others.
     Forgive us for delighting so much in our own gifts and our own obedience, and for trusting in the good things that we are able to do.  Forgive us for our endless desire to steal your glory and take credit for your good work in us, and for insisting that others see our glory and fall down in worship before us.  Forgive us for using the strengths you have given us as weapons against others, to cover our inferiority and make ourselves feel superior to them.  Forgive us for wallowing in our failures, rehearsing them over and over again, and defining ourselves by them.  Lord, have mercy on us!  Thank you for loving us too much to give us what we crave, and for humbling us and choosing to leave us weak so that we could learn to love the strength and goodness of Christ in our place.
     Holy Spirit, show us the bankruptcy and brokenness of even our very best works.  Help us to see the sinful motives we often have for our best acts, like Bible study, prayer, fasting, and service of others.  Teach us instead to delight in all of the spiritual treasure you have lavished on us so richly in Christ; the wealth of his righteousness, given to us; the riches of his grace and kindness poured out on us; the glorious inheritance he has earned for us by his perfect obedience and death.  Remind us often of who we are in Christ as we walk through a world of temptation which dazzles and beckons us, and navigate the sinfulness of our own self exalting hearts.  Draw our minds to the cross often to marvel at your purposeful and determined love for poor beggars like us, who continue to have nothing to give to you but our sin.  There let your transforming love do its powerful work of pulling our eyes away from ourselves to rest on Christ, to see him, to ponder him and to rest and dance in the hilarious nature of his unshakable love for us.  

  ~Adapted from the Valley of Vision by B. Duguid