Locked In The Greenhouse

After Poppy  put up my first greenhouse, which consisted of a tubular frame covered with greenhouse grade plastic, I spent my first evening excitedly working around inside. Poppy left to go to the house and my absent-minded son helped me finish watering the new seedlings. I heard him puttering around outside and then to my dismay, he reached up and locked the door and took off for the house. Thinking he was being funny, I said not a word. But , imagine my surprise when he didn't come back to check on me. I waited and waited, yelled as loud as I could and finally picked up a hammer and began pounding on the wooden door with it. All to no avail. By now the sun had gone down and the air was definitely crisp. Luckily there was a full moon and I had a long-sleeved shirt with me.

I sat on the bench and considered the state of things as I saw it. Obviously, I was not in the thoughts of my family, which at this point in time consisted of my son and husband. They apparently never missed me through supper and I knew my husband would soon be going to bed, apparently never giving me and my whereabouts a thought. My only hope of rescue seemed to be that Jim would be going outside to get wood to put in the stove before he went to bed. So I began my vigil of waiting.

Now I realize the greenhouse is made of clear plastic, but it had taken me a long time to get a greenhouse and I had no intention of picking up a knife and ripping that plastic the first night I had it up. No way. And somebody in my family better durn well begin to wonder about me. I could hear my son-in-law who lived next door to us come home from work, but I knew he could not hear me from across the field. I could see the light on in my son's bedroom , but he was probably drummin and couldn't hear me either. It's a little humiliating to realize your family could go to bed and never give you and your whereabouts a thought.

Eventually, I saw the motion light come on as Jim did come out for wood. And he did hear me hollering and came down and unlocked the door. Never again will I put a lock on the outside of a building! My family thought the whole escapade rather funny, but I was furious. Jim did send me flowers the next day with this on the card, "I'm sorry we didn't miss you last night, but how could you really be locked in to something that's made of plastic?"

He missed the point!

Summertime and Bare Feet

When I was little and it was summertime, we went barefoot a lot. Here are some things I remember about being barefoot:

The feel of mud squishing between your toes
The damp softness of a moss covered rock
Wading in a cold stream looking for crawdads
The feel of warm sand while walking down the dirt road
Burying your feet in a carpet of thick grass
Trying to get shoes on for church after going barefoot all week
Getting stickers in your foot
Stepping on a rake

Spring has arrived!

I made a quick tour around the yard yesterday to see how things were doing. My ornamental pear tree was in full bloom and covered with bees. I tried to get some of the bees to show up in my photograph, but even though they were everywhere, none showed up in the picture. Oh well.


Then I surveyed my windmill. It looks pretty bare now with just the Yucca Plants beside it, but when summer gets here, there will be a vine with huge white flowers growing all the way to the top and sometimes so thick, it hinders the moving of the spinning wind director. It is really beautiful when the Yucca Plants are in bloom.



Then I checked out the flower beds and my hostas are starting to come up as well as my daylilies and other plants. Spring may really be here at last!! I am so ready!!!




I went down and laid on the dock yesterday and soaked up the sunshine, listened to the birds and watched the fish jumping in the pond. The dock is the place where I can go when life is starting to get stressful . There I can begin to "quiet my soul within" . I believe if you are at peace within , then no matter what life throws at you from without, you can handle it. Reminds me of the line from the old song, "It is well with my soul." Hope you have a dock in your own life--a place where you can withdraw for a short while and meditate on scriptures such as the one in Psalm 46:10 which says, "Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."

Happy Birthday, Kevin!!!

Thirty-four years ago today I was looking into the eyes of my new-born baby boy. What a special day that is to new parents! That little child has turned into a wonderful young man that I am very proud of. Today he has a wonderful wife and five precious children of his own. I honestly cannot take the credit for him turning out to be such a kind, compassionate, patient, gentle person, but I am proud to tell everyone he is my son. It is such a good feeling to look upon your offspring and see them doing better and going further than you did. I hope and pray our children learn from our mistakes and are better people because of them. Oh, to have the wisdom of old age while we are young enough to benefit from it. Hope you have the best day ever Kevin and I love you , my first-born!

The Biggest Bird Feeder Ever!

I love birds. Big birds, small birds, plain ones, pretty ones, noisy ones. I love them all! So one of the first things I wanted when we moved to the 80 acre homestead was a bird feeder. And I figured with 80 acres of birds to feed that I would need a very, very large one. So the kids Poppy  and my son went right to work. They built it so that it would have siding on it and metal on the roof to match our own house. I thought it turned out incredible!! Of course, my son took all the credit for a job well done!!

My son is now 20 years old and the giant bird feeder is still looking good!

By the way, Poppy  loves to remind me that I tell him "the wren is the loudest bird in the forest for its size." He doesn't have the same appreciation for birds that I do.

Life Can Be Hard Sometimes..

I have a tree in my yard that reminds me that life can be hard sometimes. But, the important thing is what you do with those hard times. You know that old saying that goes, "when life throws you lemons, make lemonade." Sometimes, if we will let Him, God uses our hard situations to cause us to grow. I do not know what has happened to this tree, but instead of growing tall and straight , it's main trunk bends way over. If it could talk, I am sure it would have a sad story to tell of what has caused it to bend so low. But, it makes a perfect tree for hanging a porch swing on and watching the activity going on in the 80 acre homestead. From under it's branches, I swing slowly and reflect on life's happenings. And I want to be one that can go through life's hard situations and come out the other side a better person because of them. How about you?

Spring flowers are coming up!

I waded down to the greenhouse yesterday to water my flats of seeds and little green shoots are up from the tomatoes. The cucumbers have been up for a few days and are really too big to keep covered but it is too cold to leave the plastic cover off. This year I am planting as many heirloom seeds and plants as possible. Still way too wet to even do much except tip-toe around the garden, but I am checking everything out.

I have some lilies and peonies and clematis vines planted around the outskirts of the garden, and they are also all up. I am especially happy to see the peonies because they were moved last year and peonies don't like that. They have lived a pretty nomadic life as they were originally found in a friends cow pasture and I rescued them from their cows. Then when we moved from our house in town to the homestead, I took them with me. They didn't do much where I planted them out here, so I moved them down by the greenhouse where I could give them more attention. I have a picture of me in my graduation gown standing by my mom's peonies, which were always so beautiful. Nothing smells more wonderful than peonies!

Usually, I have beautiful lilies and maybe it is too early for them to be coming up, because I am not having much luck with them. I need to make a trip to a friends farm and get a load of cow manure. I scattered cow manure one year in a flower bed before I planted lilies and they grew as high as my head. They were fabulous! This new fertilizer we buy in the store just doesn't compare to the real stuff.

A few years ago the kids Poppy  and I traveled to western Kansas so he could go prairie dog hunting and while there I was given some four o'clock seeds. At that time I put them away someplace where they would be safe and I found them this week. Being seeds they should still be o.k. to plant. I have fond memories of trailing after my grandmother when I was very little , with my little pill bottle in my hand and picking 4 o'clock seeds off the plants. It's funny the things you store in your mind as special.

Do you remember the old fashioned Tiger Lilies? Mine are just popping out of the ground. I planted them and day lilies because my mother always loved them. My dad and mom have the most beautiful daylilies and before my mom got sick , they would travel around and bring back new varieties of daylilies wherever they would find them. Some they rescued just before the bulldozer got to them. My favorite daylily is called "Gentle Shepherd" and has a cream colored flower. Then I love the Stella De Oro's .

I could go on and on about my favorite flowers but I will add pictures as I go along. How I love Spring and the wonders of watching new green shoots popping up everywhere. God certainly knew what He was doing when He had Spring following the dull, drab days of Winter!