Monday, September 30, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Standin' in the Need of Prayer
Thank you, readers, for praying for us when we need it!
We have illness here at Corgi Hollows. It's affecting all of us, and it has to do with exhaustion on the part of Ed.
When you mature, your heart and mind go through stages of development, and spiritual needs arise that require action and healing.
For most of us we can weather the storms of growing older, but for some it requires a little more compassion and energy.
Ed has a vivid mind. He needs your prayers, and he needs sleep. (So do we all!)
God is good, all the time.
We have illness here at Corgi Hollows. It's affecting all of us, and it has to do with exhaustion on the part of Ed.
When you mature, your heart and mind go through stages of development, and spiritual needs arise that require action and healing.
For most of us we can weather the storms of growing older, but for some it requires a little more compassion and energy.
Ed has a vivid mind. He needs your prayers, and he needs sleep. (So do we all!)
God is good, all the time.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Recovery
Sometimes life throws angles at you that you would never suspect, but exhaustion can play a role that is schedule-changing.
So much fun, now so much rest.
We've all been quietly sleeping, resting, from the hyper activity of the beginning of September.
Yes, it's all fun, but now we pay the piper.
Today we sat by the fish pond in the late summer sun. Tomorrow it is fall.
The tomatoes need to be gathered. I'm allowing the buttercup squash to ripen just a little more.
The grass is somewhat greener from our "wedding rain."
It won't need mowing.
Car work has become my husband's main focus. Ironically we own a "Focus."
His mechanic skills are a welcome money saver, but time is still spent.
We are being quiet. Fall is here. It's time to reflect.
At least a little.
So much fun, now so much rest.
We've all been quietly sleeping, resting, from the hyper activity of the beginning of September.
Yes, it's all fun, but now we pay the piper.
Today we sat by the fish pond in the late summer sun. Tomorrow it is fall.
The tomatoes need to be gathered. I'm allowing the buttercup squash to ripen just a little more.
The grass is somewhat greener from our "wedding rain."
It won't need mowing.
Car work has become my husband's main focus. Ironically we own a "Focus."
His mechanic skills are a welcome money saver, but time is still spent.
We are being quiet. Fall is here. It's time to reflect.
At least a little.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
The Wedding (Ours)
It's still fresh and we are basking in the sweetness of a very happy event that took place on Saturday.
Plan B took place, as rain was forecast, but we all had the audacity of planning the event sans rain.
The sunset timed vows, the woodland path through the thicket, the big-sky setting, and a relaxed and open reception was not to be.
Instead there was a pearlesque quality to the air. The bride glowed. The flowers were dew dropped and the rain hugged us all together under our canopies and umbrellas.
Yes, we got soaked, but it didn't blow, and it wasn't uncomfortably cold.
It was beautiful. It was happy. It was magnificent in its own simplicity.
The wedding cake and cupcakes were darling, the flowers (procured at the farmer's market that morning) were stunning. The bridesmaids, carrying lanterns, were sweet and smiling. The cello processional and recessional added the right touch. The pastor said exactly the right things. The assorted tents covering the tables became cozy rooms to visit during the reception. A white horse made an appearance next to the ceremony location. (No, that wasn't planned!)
It was wonderful to have such a collection of our nearest and dearest.
The bride and the groom were speechlessly happy. She beamed, he had that satisfied contented look.
I've never seen so many friends and relatives collectively buzz around so efficiently! Things happened almost magically.
It all came together, and it is now a precious memory. Laugh with me.
Plan B took place, as rain was forecast, but we all had the audacity of planning the event sans rain.
The sunset timed vows, the woodland path through the thicket, the big-sky setting, and a relaxed and open reception was not to be.
Instead there was a pearlesque quality to the air. The bride glowed. The flowers were dew dropped and the rain hugged us all together under our canopies and umbrellas.
Yes, we got soaked, but it didn't blow, and it wasn't uncomfortably cold.
It was beautiful. It was happy. It was magnificent in its own simplicity.
The wedding cake and cupcakes were darling, the flowers (procured at the farmer's market that morning) were stunning. The bridesmaids, carrying lanterns, were sweet and smiling. The cello processional and recessional added the right touch. The pastor said exactly the right things. The assorted tents covering the tables became cozy rooms to visit during the reception. A white horse made an appearance next to the ceremony location. (No, that wasn't planned!)
It was wonderful to have such a collection of our nearest and dearest.
The bride and the groom were speechlessly happy. She beamed, he had that satisfied contented look.
I've never seen so many friends and relatives collectively buzz around so efficiently! Things happened almost magically.
It all came together, and it is now a precious memory. Laugh with me.
Monday, September 16, 2013
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