There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.
Home is where my husband and I reside; wherever that may be.

Monday, June 20, 2016

A New Day Book 20 June 2016

Outside my window...the sun is out in force today. By 9:00 the temperature was already up to 82 and slated to climb still higher.  All of that being said I think it is a good day to stay inside and catch up on correspondence, do a little sewing, and enjoy the company of my girls.



I am thinking...yesterday was Father's Day which makes me miss my daddy more than usual.  My dad was an avid gardener and the grounds of wherever he lived were always beautiful to behold with various plantings and nary a weed to be found.  Dad's birthday and Father's Day fall within weeks of each other and it was my habit to encourage his gardening habit by gifting him with several bushels of rotted horse manure on both occasions.  He frequently joked that it was a true and loving daughter who would give her father manure for a birthday gift.  I miss seeing him smile when I came over with his gift.
I am thankful...for the privilege of being allowed in the lives of all my little people.  The way little Edmund's face lights up when we FaceTime, hearing the chatter and laughter of Evie over the computer and the little people who live close by.

I am reading....St. Faustina's diary still.  

Friday this 6 year-old graduated from Kindergarten!  There was no more proudness left in the world when this grandma watched him walk across the stage and get his certificate.  Thank you, Layn for all the fun we had the rest of the day and for letting me celebrate with you.  

From the kitchen...there is homemade chicken soup for my sick people, a batch of strawberry rhubarb sauce for my love, and possibly something good for supper.  The temperature, weather, and schedule will be my determining factors.  

Creatively speaking...I have a package ready to ship to WA for my little Evie and another for Sir Edmund.  The bag making bug seems to be biting and so that will be my source of outlet for the next few days.  It being a bit too warm and muggy to play outside doesn't hurt either.

A few plans for the rest of the week...a whole lot of the usual and a little more of the same.  Friday I will have my usual date with Christopher while his mom gets groceries, and Wednesday is Layn's last day of school which will call for some kind of specialness.  Papa and MK have been fighting something respiratory for better than a week now so much of this week will be consumed with getting them over it.  I don't like it when my people are sick


 Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you... 
 This little boy is someone to write home about.  We left NY two days after he was born. When we first met in person after that he wanted nothing to do with grandma (I know, go figure)  After we moved back and lived with him for awhile he was sure that his parents were punishing him for something serious.  Now, though, he actually asks to come a be with me!!!!!



Tuesday, June 14, 2016

A New Day Book 14 June 2016

Outside my window...the sun is shining, there is a light breeze and the air is full of pollen and fuzzy things.  Waking up to a temperature of 54 degrees makes me look forward to today's high of 71! 

Although, in spite of the chill last week, we all managed to enjoy the presence of the hot tub in the back yard.  Even Papa got in, twice!

I am thinking...about our little birthday girl.  Sunday we celebrated Annie's fifth birthday.  She is our little blessing, hope for a happy future, and the sunshine that lights up all our rainy days.

I am thankful...for all my little people! Sunday's celebration yielded pictures of this little imp enjoying his cake and it eating him too.

Brothers forever! 

If Annie is the sunshine in our days Kaycie is the storm clouds that blow through.  She can as easily smile as put on her grumpy face. She loves you on her own terms and each hug and smile is a gift that is unimaginably sweet.

I am reading...the diary of St. Faustina.  

From the kitchen...there are leftovers! Today is Farmer's Market day so I try to get all the leftovers gone from the refrigerator to make room for all the wonderful produce I will be buying.

Creatively speaking...I have completed the apron for little Miss Evie along with a jumpsuit.  I have a couple of bags cut and ready to sew that will be for sale.  I hope to be posting pictures soon.

A few plans for the rest of the week...finish writing the English course that I have been working on, attend Layn's kindergarten graduation, and spend some time with Annie at a program that Toys 'R Us is having.  

Here is a picture thought that I am sharing....

For her birthday gift Papa and I plan on taking Annie for a train ride.  We gave her this toy train and asked her to guess what it stood for.  Poor kid got a couple of "representational" gifts this year that she is going to have to wait to receive.  I look forward to Sunday and watching her face as she boards the train.  This is the kid that always wants to walk to the train tracks when she comes over and then is quite disappointed when no train passes by while she is there.  She reminds me of one of her Uncles when he was a young boy.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

A New day book

Outside my window...it is cloudy, chilly, and a generally gloomy day, but all I need to do is open the door and look out to my sanctuary and the sun in my heart starts to shine.  My sister once embroidered a saying that hold true today as well as days past, "Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want but the realization of what you have."

I am thinking....about blessings.  I'm thinking about this little boy who brought a new phase to my life. This little blessing that opened my shut-up heart and showed me that love is possible anywhere and everywhere.  


I am thankful...for the small things.  Sometimes one's faith needs a kick start. Sometimes life moves along and clouds the small things.  Lately those are the things I count. They are what fill my thoughts and heart.  Little things that fill the moments between the big things; hugs from my grandbabies, conversations with my daughters, quiet looks between myself and my love.

I am reading..."One Thousand Gifts" by Ann Voskamp.  This is actually about my fifth re-reading of this book.  Each time I go though it I find more and more truths to store away in my soul.  

From the kitchen....I have 4 dozen eggs hard boiled, a plan for supper, and the cool weather necessary to accomplish it.  I also noted that Papa is nearly out of bread! How provident that today is cool and a good one for baking.


Creatively speaking...I am finishing an apron for my granddaughter, Evie, two quilts, a couple of little dresses and a whole pile of mending!!!!  If I never created another thing there would always be sewing to do in the form of jeans to patch and little girls play clothes to put back together.

A few plans for the rest of the week...here it is Wednesday and the week hasn't gone as planned yet!  Tomorrow I have to meet Layn at Barnes and Noble to help him pick out some books then there is this dinner tomorrow night that I must attend. There are lawns to mow and gardens to rid of weeds along with grandkids to love, conversations to be had I will not lack for things to do.

Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you....

The wind yesterday sort of upset my begonias but St. Joseph and the Blessed Mother stand sentinel on the back porch and all is right in my little corner of this planet.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Sorting it all out.


The Crosby, Stills and Nash song, "Wasted on the Way," has been going through my head a lot lately.
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"Wasted On The Way"

[Intro. (Acoustic Guitar and Electric Piano)]

Look around me
I can see my life before me
Running rings around the way it used to be

I am older now
I have more than what I wanted
But I wish that I had started long before I did

And there's so much time to make up everywhere you turn
Time we have wasted on the way
So much water moving underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away

[Instrumental (Fiddle)]

Oh, when you were young
Did you question all the answers
Did you envy all the dancers who had all the nerve

Look around you know
You must go for what you wanted
Look at all my friends who did and got what they deserved

So much time to make up everywhere you turn
Time we have wasted on the way
So much water moving underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away

So much love to make up everywhere you turn
Love we have wasted on the way
So much water moving underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away
Let the water come and carry us away


I know that the older I get the more feelings of regret fill my heart.  Not necessarily the things that I have done but more the things I should have done.  Sins of commission are sins and once forgiven I try to forget them but sins of omission are another thing.  "So much love to make up everywhere you turn. Love we have wasted on the way." Those are the biggies.  This past Valentine's day my youngest brother lost his wife to an 8 year battle with cancer.  That incident, though I wasn't there to witness it, has left a huge hole in my heart.  I did not know Jennette that well and still I feel I knew her. She was good.  Good in a way I always thought I could never be and yet I wonder if I had gotten to know her better would I have become good?
There are other things that are beginning to make these lyrics so significant that would fill pages and pages unto a thick volume.  So many changes in the past year that are difficult to wrap the mind around let alone the heart.


My son and daughter-in-law are going to be parents for a third time this summer.  Sharing the wonder of Kim's burgeoning pregnancy with Annie and Kaycie fills me with such love and wonder myself.  Though I had 7 pregnancies of my own seeing this through these young eyes makes all things new again.













Being witness to my daughter's life adventures is another thing that fills me. A change of career, moving from her lifetime home, and her daily appreciation for her siblings, nieces, and nephews have only enhanced her maturity and love for life.

I am continually inspired by her generosity towards other, patience in the face of frustration, and steadfastness make me strive to be the same.



Though my heart aches to hold these grand-babies, enjoying the privilege of their lives and smiles fills me in ways I cannot describe.  I rejoice each day in the wonder of technology that lets us share over the miles.

The mother-hearts that beat in my daughters-in-law, Maryanne and Kathleen, is continually evidenced to me by their sharing of the daily joys and wonders of Edmund's and Evie's exploration of the world around them.  Only a mother's heart knows.


Growing and changing, that's what this world is all about.
This grandma treasures every smile, tear, squeal, and new word that shows how blessed we are to share the lives of these little ones.









New lives being added to this family, that is what faith and hope are all about.  





Daddies who love God, count their blessings, and trust in Him who showers them all upon us are the kind who inspire the same in their children.  Being silly doesn't hurt either.

The writings of this son are another blessing in my life that gives me inspiration and a sense of wonder.  In the heart of a mother her children never really grow up and so I am continually amazed that this little boy is so brilliant.




  Creation becomes new and wonderful when it is seen all over again through the eyes of these little ones.





This little boy, who I love in a most special way, who made me a grandma has cast me onto this journey and I will always thank him for that blessing.  God is good, too good really for us mere mortals.  He doesn't have to bless us, he does because of love.

Enough randomness and disjointed thoughts.  Blessings are to be counted, appreciated, and then cast onto those who surround us. They aren't meant to be kept or hoarded.  Like smoke they disappear in a wisp if we try to hold onto them.  But, like smoke, they spread out and cover all they touch if we let them go.

Crosby, Stills & Nash - Wasted On The Way 1982

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

They say home is where the heart is


If I had a heart here is where it would dwell. Though it is said that our hearts are restless until they rest in the Lord, my heart if I had one, would only be able to contemplate that truth when it was resting here.  
I used to yearn to travel, to see the wonders of God's creation, to spread my wings and fly now I know that I wasn't meant for that kind of life.  My soul is an oak tree with deep roots, made of hard wood, meant to dwell where I was planted until the day that the wood cutter's ax comes to harvest me.
This place, ordinary in the best of ways, contains my memories, hopes, wishes and dreams. The people who dwell here and those who have come before are the arrows that point me in the direction of my ultimate home, heaven.

The leaves changing in the fall, the snow that blankets the land, and the earth that brings forth God's bounty in the summer are the balm and dressing for the hurts of my heart (if I had one) and my soul. It is here, in this place, where I can do the most good.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Summer, fall, making memories and getting my life back on track.

This summer/fall has been different, eventful, and a major growing experience for yours truly.  In the past 6 weeks I have gone back to work, gotten my training for my CNA certification, lived without internet (not really a big deal), and learned a lot about myself and my capabilities.

My little garden provide a lot of therapy, food, and education all summer long.  Last week MK got it all cleared and buttoned up for the winter.  

We have a little teddy bear helping with the wood for the furnace.  Playing on the wood pile is a big part of making us warm in the coming months.

Cousins came together and spent a lot of time learning and growing.  They have taught grandma the important lesson of letting it go and soaking in all the laughter.



Grandpa and Layn fed apples to the piglets.  Grandma took in all the joy of watching those two together.  Little boy laughter and endless questions have punctuated our days.


Campfires on chilly evenings provide time for prayer and slowing down.  I love the thought of my prayers and the smoke rising together into heaven.
I am not good at selfies but this is me in a uniform once again.  I love the time at work learning from the old people and helping them to be comfortable.

Some mornings you just have to throw a jacket on over your nightie and slip into you boots and take a long walk.

We are glad to have done this today too.  Later on the sky opened up and it rained cats and dogs.  

The most important part of the day turns out to be pictures with the geraniums.  This look of wonder and content makes everything worth the doing.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Just another day in paradise

The tenor of my days, of my whole life it seems, is a song written with a healthy spattering of sharps and flats.  The sweet chirping and chatter of little voices is the undertone that carries the song from morning into night.  While the bass accents of husband and son keeps the tune from being too high and airy by adding their rumbles to give the whole song the push that sends it into eternity.
Loads of stone taken from the fields may be heavy and seem a daunting task at first until two little boys are added to the load.  Their voices and enthusiasm seem to make everything possible and the job almost seems to do itself.

Tractors and their rumbles remind us that without a healthy rhythm to carry the day along our lives would seem far too flat.

Punctuate it all with little boys and little girls having a good time.

And grandpa's being silly and giving rides and the tune is well rounded and one that will stick in your head and heart long after the silliness goes to bed.

Of course no song would be complete without a little experimentation and what could be better than some spirited little boy pretend and an awesome weapon.

For nap times and prayer times lets add a walk in the wood complete with birdsong and the sighing of the wind in the trees.

Plant all those things in some fertile soil.

And up will sprout healthy little boys

With lots of energy.