the sun came out

finally....

midweek

Do you sometimes think about doing something over again? Good and 
things that would be better today.  Like who would have thought we would 
have computers in our hands and pockets. Like maybe we should have gotten
on the technology bandwagon earlier.... like how I homeschooled. 
Like what else? Just pondering today some things. Not regrets but how to 
help the next generation as I start teaching next week.

Ideas matter. 
The world is changing fast. 

1. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;         5   Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,         10   And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.         15   I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.         2

rain, rain

Hello. 
Rain in the late afternoons have reminded me about God's answers to prayers coming down from His throne. He is robed in majesty. I tried to imagine what this would look like.

Quiet here. 
Empty nest. 
Starting back to teaching classes at the end of the month. My weeks will change. 

Trusting.
so much.

Aren't you?

Lilias Trotter did... here was Book Club.

magical weekend

Mr. and Mrs. Gordan Buckingham

Growing Flowers: A Quiet Manifesto

Read here. 

The wild thing about next year is that it always does come. And so much more quickly than we ever dare to hope. When you tend gardens and young children, this is both a marvelous and a heartbreaking thing......

 Of course, a sanctuary is also a good place for prayer. Perhaps that is why, as I work, I do not whistle. I only whisper, thank you, thank you, thank you.