Saturday, June 24, 2006

Pin Curls

Happy Birthday Mom
The light, the spell-word of the heart,
Our guiding star in weal or woe,
Our talisman—our earthly chart—
That sweetest name that earth can know.

We breathed it first with lisping tongue
When cradled in her arms we lay;
Fond memories round that name are hung
That will not, cannot pass away.

We breathed it then, we breathe it still
More dear than sister, friend, or brother,
The gentle power, the magic thrill,
Awakened at the name of mother.
by Fanny J. Crosby

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Gardening in Texas


Queen Anne's Lace


and more Mums.



This is my Caladium

and my Guara

Wandering Jew



Miss Andrea's ground preparation

Crape Myrtle

Million Bells

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Just in time for summer

This is the meantime

This is the mean time. It's the time between rush and rush. It's the prep time for the next time that you'll be rushing to meet timelines and will have to be everything to all. The lulls in life aren't times when there's nothing happening worthwhile in your life. They are when you are supposed to be preparing so you'll be all the better for the next whirlwind of life. Those in between times, when things slow down, aren't signs of inconsistency. They are your appointed "in the meantime." Not a rest time, but a prep time. Remember that last rush period and all the obstacles and hoops you jumped through? Now remember all the times you thought "Oh, I wish I had done that ahead of time." All those little things that would make the rush time easier are what you are supposed to do in the meantime. Meantime duties are where you'll find your rest and in doing them in the meantime, where you will receive joy. They will become delightful to you. You will treasure your meantime duties as rest between rushes. Rushes will become a delight because you will be ahead of the storm. Prepared and equipped because of what you did in the meantime. This is the meantime.

Thursday, June 01, 2006