Hi friends,
I hope you had a good weekend.
Most of my time was spent weeding! Eeek.. I have a weed garden.
Fifteen more bags of mulch got added here and there- especially in
Blakelea's mud kitchen. The chickens like it there so it needs "refreshing"
from time to time if ya know what I mean.
Also it just helps to oomph everything up abit.
The roses are all blooming right now and that just couldn't make me any happier.
As I tended to them this weekend, I remembered Miss Maggie.
I was part of an evangelizing team at a church we attended, and
three of us ladies were sent to visit Miss Maggie.
She had quite an impact on me. She couldn't get around very well anymore
and on this particular day she wanted us to all visit outdoors on her porch because -her rose garden was in full kabloom.
I'd never seen so many roses in one dadgum place.
Some of those big blossoms were the size of cabbages!
It was.... where is the word... enchanting.
We rocked and chatted and I couldn't breathe it all in enough.
All three ladies were much older than I ... a big age difference.
And as we chatted ... I listened hard.
She's gone now; Miss Maggie... but I smile as I remember all
I gleaned from her back porch.
And she inspired me to begin collecting my own rosebushes.
When it all started I wanted to grow them just like she did...
all in one big garden. But I'd already planted so many perennials and berrys
that I really had to spread them out more.
My favorites are from David Austen Roses.
None are quite like Miss Maggies... but
when I walk through here... I can't help but
look uP. When my Mama died, a dear friend sent me
the biggest bouquet of flowers I'd ever seen. The note read:
"Look into the flowers Lea... they are your glimpse of heaven."
I know she was right.
And so I keep looking.
This is the other side of that fence where they're growing.
And this is the first year they're spilling right on over.
I have to laugh in the sharing of it because of my sweet lil
goat Skye's back side. Her little belly is spillin over too.
Maybe she will have twins or triplets? !!!
Anyways this is where I had church yesterday.
I feel His presence outdoors more than anywhere...
I made this little collage of bloomers to keep
in my journal. Miss Violet is my favorite bloomer of all.
When I got groceries this week there were three things
purchased not on my list. These two porch pillows had to come home with me.
They remind me to
Bee Love.
Love was the theme of a recent bible study.
I finished Tobit ... and Judith... and
am starting Macca something next.
It's supposed to be a stormy day... if it's not blowing rain on me,
I may be able to sit there and finish Maccas 1 and 2
This was the third thing on my grocery list.
heeheehaahahaoohoo
How many other gals I wonder bought nightcrawlers with their groceries this week?
And I wonder how many wipe worm poop on their britches?
Yesterday afternoon Myguy wanted to work on a culvert he's building in the
back pasture and mow the trails... -- I went fishing.
I kinda felt guilty as I'd see him go by...
but the bass were really biting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I lost count no joke.
Some were small as bait but I caught quite a few big ones too.
After a couple hours Myguy had to run and get fuel.
He brought me back a Propel ... my favorite water.
I was reeling in another. So he took my picture,
and then he headed back out.
And the fish ... well they just kept bitin!
I finally moved to the deep end where the larger grand daddy bass hold sunday meetings.
It's right near the big log where many a lure's been lost.
I almost caught a snapper and also had one big catfish that broke my line trying
to get him on the bank.
As evening wore on, I knew I better go fix Myguy some supper... but then I'd catch another. I kept sayin "Last cast." He was still workin so I just cranked up my praise and worship music and sang
my little head off.
I was listening to Andrew Petersons album Resurrection Letters and must have played
"Maybe Next Year" ... 30 times or more learning all the words.
Some of you know my dream is to go to Israel and see where everything happened?
-Well the words in this song... they just speak to me...
give it a listen if you have a mind to.
Crank it up loud and read the words...
"so I'll weep and dance at the western wall.. and sing of the way you're makin
all things new...
ok...
Until we meet again yall...
xoxo
I made my way to the western wall,
As the sun went down, I could hear them call for you
And the words I heard in the ancient song
Were the same as the ones I've sung so long to you
And when I touched the wall, the veil, it never felt so thin
Cause you are the Rock and the
Cornerstone, You are the temple of flesh and bone
And you are the door and the way back home again
As the sun went down, I could hear them call for you
And the words I heard in the ancient song
Were the same as the ones I've sung so long to you
And when I touched the wall, the veil, it never felt so thin
Cause you are the Rock and the
Cornerstone, You are the temple of flesh and bone
And you are the door and the way back home again
To that city that we long for, that we feel so far away
Where the dawn will drive away our tears
And we'll meet in the New Jerusalem someday
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Where the dawn will drive away our tears
And we'll meet in the New Jerusalem someday
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
At the western wall I bowed my head,
I knew that every word I read was true
As the prophet spoke from another age,
And the song rose up from the sacred page to You
And I never felt so near, I never felt so far away
But You tore the curtain and shook the
Ground, the saints woke up and they walked around
And resurrection came to town that day
I knew that every word I read was true
As the prophet spoke from another age,
And the song rose up from the sacred page to You
And I never felt so near, I never felt so far away
But You tore the curtain and shook the
Ground, the saints woke up and they walked around
And resurrection came to town that day
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