Tuesday, April 15, 2014

this has to be the most adorable ....



from The Murmuring Cottage ( tumblr)

Monday, April 14, 2014

a bit slow



How could it be so hard to make a Shutterfly card?
Or book? 
Really easy and if I can do it , anyone can. 
( do not laugh)

Son #4 is graduating on Mother's Day.
( Why they do that , I don't understand)
And at 9:00 a.m.
Yes, it is early and have to make lunch
reservations or have a party at his apt.
( just thought of that as I write)
SO had to get a photo card of his year. 
Some on the bottom here but I only used three. 


So learning to steal Facebook photos,
here are some:

Lady Buckingham ( parents are #3 son and his wife)



Emma and dear friends in NYC  recently:
( yes, a trip to see a wonderful college and you see Spring has not arrived in the North)





The almost graduate... can you guess where he is?











Tuesday, April 8, 2014

April Showers



I love the fresh Spring green of the trees now. 
Dogwoods are blooming. Ahhh...... and tiny little details of life: 




We can almost open windows but for the rain yesterday. This is not my window but 
it is giving me ideas of redoing some windows. 




A poem which I heard today in a lecture from Hutchmoot 2013. So I had to find it and post it.
Needing to put some order in the disorder after being gone for the weekend!



A Sweet Disorder
 
Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness;
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction;
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher;
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribands to flow confusedly;
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility:
Do more bewitch me, than when art
Is too precise in every part.


Monday, March 31, 2014

last day of March went out like this

( worth reading slowly to the poets name)

It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.
My sister! ('tis a wish of mine)
Now that our morning meal is done,
Make haste, your morning task resign;
Come forth and feel the sun.
Edward will come with you;--and, pray,
Put on with speed your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
No joyless forms shall regulate
Our living calendar:
We from to-day, my Friend, will date
The opening of the year.
Love, now a universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
--It is the hour of feeling.
One moment now may give us more
Than years of toiling reason:
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.
Some silent laws our hearts will make,
Which they shall long obey:
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.
And from the blessed power that rolls
About, below, above,
We'll frame the measure of our souls:
They shall be tuned to love.
Then come, my Sister! come, I pray,
With speed put on your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
Wordsworth

Friday, March 28, 2014

the end of Spring Break


Yesterday, we had our book discussion on Tim Keller's book: Walking with God through
Pain and Suffering. It was most lovely with the setting and food and thoughts. I know there
were angels around us. The subject touches each of us. Our hearts were full of unspoken 
and spoken thoughts. Maybe this friend will post photos?

Our next book is back to a favorite: Elizabeth Goudge.
The Scent of Water. 
It is a reread for me and I can't wait. 

I am reading The Snowchild right now. So taken with the story line in Alaska
that I sent my sister a copy. 

It is the end of my Spring Break from my English class to homeschooled high schoolers 
under the Humanitie's teaching of this pastor. ( here )  I have learned so much and my 
students present declamation thesis papers on Tuesday. The hard work is done: rough drafts!
Have a good last weekend in March!

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Sabbath rest



Today was overcast with rain off and on. 
We were thankful. The grass seed planted on Friday needs water.
It needs to grow. It needs sun too .

I finished this book this after after picking it up in a stack on friday
from the library:



I couldn't put it down. It is beautifully written. It takes place in Japan. The new housekeeper
cares for the aging math professor who was in an accident years before and can not remember
anything past that day and for 80 minutes. It is about the poetry of math, friendship, loss and 
redemption , and math. I learned about from this famous math professor and his mind saw
everything in numbers. I highly recommend it. 

A few beautiful words I copied in my journal from Ogawa's book:

"But those tears were different, and no matter how I tried to wipe them away, 
they seemed to flow from a place I could never reach." 

" I began to approach numbers in the same intuitive way I'd learned music or  reading."

and from the housekeeper's trip to the libary:
" The mathematic stacks were as silent and empty as ever... apparently no one suspected
the riches hidden there." 

and one more about the Professor:
" .. he seemed convinced that children's questions were much more important than those 
of an adulr. He preferred smart questions to smart answers." 

" The square root sign is a sturdy one. It shelters all the numbers."


Also finishing this book and on the very last chapter for Book Club this week:



Sunday, March 16, 2014

Today's choir anthem



Here is the song at a church in Boston.
Doesn't the trumpet make your heart soar:


This song reminds me of some other song but I just can't think of what it is.
Do you know?

Maybe Jerusalem by Blake: