Saturday, September 30, 2023

while the mockingbird sings

 


I put on my little wellies and sloshed outside to throw more cardboard into the raised bed. It rained all day yesterday with a lighter rain today - but still rain. I walked onto the bridge to take a look at the roaring brook, but it seems fine. It has more water than usual, but nothing crazy. But it's very dreary out, and I'm sure never got up to sixty degrees yesterday.

But, up to the seventies next week! Meanwhile, I get out my fall clothes, a little at a time, and put some things away, a little at a time. And that's how it goes in New England; we have way more than two or four clothing seasons. 

But in the background the mockingbird is singing, which is a welcome accompaniment to fall.

Thursday, September 28, 2023

Daisy and the daisies, among other things

 I've read that is one has lots of debt in several places, it's best to pay off the smallest, then the next, and so on. Well, I've been on so many book tangents this summer, I told myself to just go back and finish something that's been dangling for too long. So, I'm trying to finish up with From Laurel Hill to Siler's Bog, which is after all very well written, but I just kept drifting away from it. I am also poking in and out of Gladys Taber for the appropriate month, since her books almost always are chaptered for each month. And then there's the H. G. Wells, where our two "heroes" are now on the moon and running into difficulties. I wonder how that will end.


I ordered a raised bed, and after the rainy weather, today the sun came out and I really had to set it up. 



I told you it was a mess out there, but I'll bet you thought I was exaggerating.

I haven't touched anything for two months or more. Anyway, I don't want to try and pull up the weeds: too much work, and if I just cover them over, they'll decompose and add nutrients to the soil. I am so glad to have raised beds now; do you see the standing water there? Such a wet summer.


I first laid out some paper of various kinds and set up the bed on top of it very easily. I've been saving cardboard and I put some of it in, but will continue another day. Now that I know it's a nice design I can order another bed. Did I say it smells heavenly? Spruce wood.

I enjoyed the warm sun, and there were goldenrod and asters everywhere.



I cut some asters, remembering that tomorrow is Michaelmas. I arranged them and really wanted to set up a little vignette on the table, but - we know that's impossible.


 She was all over it the minute I put it there. And, she was starting to chew. I whisked it away to a safer spot.


"For me, September is a nostalgic month. I always think back to the football games and the late picnics when I was growing up. In the little college town, the ivy on the gray stone buildings was tinged with red, the sun shone on the campus, woodsmoke drifted in the air. The professors hurried along the crosswalk with their lecture notes under their arms and dreamy smiles on their academic faces."

                                                             -  Gladys Taber




Wednesday, September 27, 2023

Monday, September 25, 2023

an overdue visit

 Hurricane Ophelia has been passing by at a distance, and so there's been a couple of rainy days here. I spent some time today switching out some paintings and other knick-knacky things for the season. I can finish another day.

We drove out a way for lunch at some friends' house - my brother was their best man, years ago. They have a lovely home, and I forgot to take my camera along. The closet space in these newer homes is astounding! - but a very nice visit in an old-fashioned and picturesque part of their town. They prayed such a nice grace before the meal, with Bob saying the prayer, but Darlene frequently mm-hmming in agreement; it was so heartfelt.

They have a collection of colored glass bottles here and there - some of them older but not worth much, some in the dark brownish-green, and from around the Revolutionary War period. I've always liked colored glass. We knew an elderly woman when I was a child; she owned a Victorian-era house and had knick knacks on every end table. I loved going there. It wasn't until much later that I began to appreciate having fewer things to deal with when dusting. But Bob and Darlene didn't have too much, but a good balance.

"The fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control."

                                                 - Galatians 5:22-23

Sunday, September 24, 2023

sweeter than honey

 "Come to me, all you that yearn for me, and be filled with my fruits; you will remember me as sweeter than honey, better to have than the honeycomb. He who obeys me will not be put to shame, he who serves me will never fail."

                               -  Sirach 24:18-19,21

Thursday, September 21, 2023

a real September day

 A true September day - the stillness of it. I can hear insects repeating themselves in the way they do, but otherwise, it's quiet. No breeze, bright sun. It's beginning to feel like fall. There were asters growing inside the hydrangea and I left them too long; now, instead of rooting them out, all I could do was cut, but at least I was outside for a while.

The online book group is going to discuss H.G. Wells' The First Men in the Moon, and a strange story it is. At this early stage, it seems like a cautionary tale: don't let an over-excited person suck you into their schemes. But I'll reserve judgment in case it takes a turn in another direction.

I made the honey spice cake today for my Jewish friend, and was looking for a container to put the cut-up pieces in, when I remembered these -


Debra gave me a set of six of these foil pans with the beautiful hare design.

Speaking of haired creatures, there's someone who always wants to run in and watch me clean the bathroom sink, tail either hanging over the edge or curled neatly around her.



I know I've mentioned it before. What she has started doing is to chew on any tissues which stick out of the box. That means stuffing it all back inside after pulling one out. What next?


Wednesday, September 20, 2023

chocolate avocado pudding

I first posted about this nine years ago! Well, it's still excellent. I'm talking about the chocolate avocado pudding:

Heat up 1/2 cup of dark chocolate pieces along with 1/2 cup of coconut milk, until the chocolate is melted. Meanwhile, into your food processor, put four ripe avocadoes, 1/2 cup honey, 1/2 cup cocoa powder, 1 tablespoon of vanilla, 1 tablespoon of raw sugar, 1/4 teaspoon of cayenne pepper, a pinch of salt and the melted mixture. Mix thoroughly. 

This is a very delicious recipe. Alternatively, Giada de Laurentiis has a version which uses agave nectar instead of honey, no coconut milk and semisweet chips for the chocolate. No pepper. So you see that it's flexible, but really a nice treat.

Tuesday, September 19, 2023

the chicks


 The stay under this thing which generates warmth for them. 




I picked this one up today - so cute!

Monday, September 18, 2023

a kitchen day

 I couldn't get the chick photos off my tablet for some reason, so I'll have to take some more tomorrow. They grow fast.

I made the pear sauce in the crockpot today, with some ginger and vanilla; it's in the freezer now, for Thanksgiving, maybe. It might be nice over ice cream or gingerbread, too. And four of the avocados got turned into chocolate mousse pudding. I was glad to discover the recipe in my box, because the link on my Pinterest board goes nowhere - the original site is gone. 

I rarely see rabbits anymore, but my brother seems to see them after dark, in the front yard. It rained today, a gentle on-and-off rain and before it got too dark I saw one, almost camouflaged against the hedge. They seem to like it when it's wet out. 


He wasn't moving, just resting, I suppose. I really wanted to wash this north window in my room, but the kitchen detail kept me busy. When you buy almost ripe or overripe produce, you have to put other things aside. Although I'm sure I could be more efficient with my time. But I have pear sauce in the freezer and some nice healthy-ish chocolate pudding for snacks, if I need one. And dirty windows and bathroom wallpaper I want to finish removing. 

Sunday, September 17, 2023

peaceful benefits

 "I will cleanse them of all the guilt they incurred by sinning against me; all their offenses by which they sinned and rebelled against me, I will forgive. Then Jerusalem shall be my joy, my praise, my glory, before all the nations of the earth, as they hear of all the good I will do among them. They shall be in fear and trembling over all the peaceful benefits I will give her."

                                                                     -   Jeremiah 33: 8-9


Saturday, September 16, 2023

pears, parsley and other things

We're having some nice weather, but it still feels like summer, just late summer. I can hear the katydids outside now. 

A customer gave my brother three beautiful eggplants the other day, but they are hard. It threw me to feel them; they never feel hard from the supermarket. I asked somebody who's grown them and who loves eggplant. She said they're not ripe if they're hard, and they may not soften up. But I'll give them a little time and see if anything happens. I hope we can use them! She said maybe I could slice them up, salt 'em and roast. If they aren't too bitter. 

 I saw a license plate today that said AWSUM. 



They had bags of pears on sale at Stop & Shop. I think I'll make some pear sauce in the crockpot when they get softer. And there was a bag of six avocadoes on the reduced produce shelf for two dollars. I am not crazy about them, but maybe I can make a batch of chocolate avocado pudding. 

My Panasonic iron finally gave up the ghost after fourteen years of ironing two or three times a week. I bought an Electrolux from Amazon - terrible. It doesn't glide! How can you iron with something that doesn't glide well? And the dial is underneath the handle and hard to move. It's just a terrible design, and I need a good iron! Back to the reviews. 

I like the way people hang up their fresh herbs to dry from hooks in the kitchen. I bought a bunch of parsley and ties up some small bunches, hanging them in four places above the sink. You-know-who was watching me; she may jump on the counter overnight and try to reach them. She was even chewing on some of it that fell out. Annie, on the other hand, seemed repelled by it. She's the sensitive one. I remember the time she gagged after sniffing a banana. (sorry, Annie, but I thought that was funny)


Thursday, September 14, 2023

foggy mornings, garden dreamings, plans for jam

 Today was dry and beautiful. Which is saying something, because it's been so humid and un-September-like. But at the beginning of the month, we had some of those foggy mornings of mystery.


At the library, four of the chicks hatched; the photos are on my tablet - I'll have to get them off. Two never developed, the other one just wasn't strong enough to complete the hatching process. So sad.

I finally ordered a raised bed and have been saving up cardboard and papers. It's a mess out there but I want to set it up as soon as I can. I've recently discovered Huw Richards on youtube, and what a marvelous gardener that young fellow is! I bought two of his books already and also one by Liz Zorab.



Hers is not only advice, but her story of ill health and how she came to permaculture - very interesting. She and Huw are both Welsh and in a milder climate, but that isn't going to be a problem.

I finished reading The Man Who Was Thursday, and Gretchen wanted me to say a bit more about it. I liked it very well, it's quite a short book, it was unexpected at every turn, and I'm not sure I understood it completely. Basically, it's about anarchy. I'm not good at book reviewing, and it had me surprised all along the way. It was good! Read it, it won't take you long. :)

I bought a bag of clementines really cheap at the supermarket, and would like to try a freezer jam; but I've got to figure it out first. 




Wednesday, September 13, 2023

whoever has an ear...

 I have encountered, tonight, video after video on youtube, the same message.

These prayerful people, Protestants I think  GOD SPOKE TO MY WIFE ABOUT A GREAT SHAKING THAT IS COMING - YouTube

Then, I saw another, same message   God gave my wife a vision. Theres a great shaking coming, a shift happening in the spirit. Take heed - YouTube

I know this may seem disturbing; this whole world is disturbing, and becoming more so. I have no problem believing any of this. But I really am not intending to comment about it, just to pass it along.

Prophetic Vision: GOD Will Shake The Heavens And The Earth - YouTube

Monday, September 11, 2023

waiting for autumn

 There's a rumbling in the distance; this goes on every day, with rain of course, and high humidity. I think Thursday will bring dry air. 


The eyes of the Lord are upon those who love him; he is their mighty shield and strong support, a shelter from the heat, a shade from the noonday sun, a guard against stumbling, a help against falling.

                                                                                               -  Sirach 34:16

"Autumn insects sing a sleepy verse now. It sounds old, worn thin and comfortable, like the knees of old overalls.  Along the side roads the bright gold of thin-leafed wild sunflowers gleams from its dust covering and attracts the eye as quickly as mention of easy money. Purple ironweed is diminishing in the pastures; thistles are down to their last silken tassels; goldenrod pours its heap of raw gold into the general fund."

                                                - Rachel Peden


Sunday, September 10, 2023

the song of the cricket

 A fellow from the phone company came on Friday when my brother was home for lunch - that was nice! I was getting a little more reading done while the internet was out, though. :)

We're starting to hear crickets in the library - this occurs every September. I like the sound, but I guess they like to eat fibers. But it's hard to catch them; I'd rather just enjoy their singing. 


"The common cricket is small, dark-brown and numerous - also noisy. 'Ye-up, ye-up', he sings harshly. His voice sounds like a burlap sack filled with corn being dragged bumpily over a stone road. His ambition is to get into the house and hide, there to sing until winter overtakes him or her gets stepped on.

The voice of the cricket is a theme of reassurance carried from an ancient civilization into our modern one. If I ever have to dive for survival into an underground shelter, I hope there will be a cricket familiarly 'ye-up, ye-up, ye-upping' there."

                                        - Rachel Peden


Friday, September 8, 2023

in limbo

 I'm at work right now, and posting this because we lost our internet at home yesterday; the phone company is coming Monday morning to fix things. It's weird that my brother's phone is out (and the internet connection is on his line), and mine is fine. I'll be interested to know what happened.

Wednesday, September 6, 2023

the waiting game

 


I took this photo at the library, and it's a little incubator with seven eggs within. There is a program that equips your school, library, homeschool, etc., with everything you need to hatch these chicks and keep them for two or three weeks after. 



We did it last year, so now feel like experts.

Tuesday, September 5, 2023

two favorites

 I noticed that the cats were vying for the north window in the spare bedroom; my room has the same exposure, so I looked out. I have no idea what caught their attention, but a mockingbird was quietly on a post in the garden.


I rarely see them - I don't think we have much in our yard to attract mockingbirds; they like berries and sweet things, not seeds so much.

And then there was a catbird nearby, at the hedge where they spend their summers -



I was hoping from these photos that the similarity between them would be obvious, but I don't know if it is. They are very much related. I don't know when the catbirds leave because they get so quiet towards the end of summer. I should call Audubon and ask. 

Small enjoyments. 

Monday, September 4, 2023

night harmony in late summer

 It's Labor Day here in the U.S. I just found out it originated as a "Monday holiday", the first Monday in September, starting in 1882. I so dislike the idea of Monday holidays, and thought they were a twentieth century thing.

We are embarking on a three or four-day spell of really hot temperatures, but it is comfortable at night. Such a blessing. 

"This week the diminishing moon is a golden watermelon cut into thirds. On the golden flesh you can the shadowy golden seed pockets, and the golden seeds, too; and the moon's burning light poured down on the ground is a golden juice.

Nights are marked by a steady humming spread on the air like a thick blanket. Only by listening acutely can you detect separate voices in the humming. There is the challenge and rebuttal of katydids in ceaseless debate; the short, quick shrillness of a cricket; the shaken vibrato of cicadas, jarfly, and other insects that hum in the night. All these blend into a chorus from which occasionally you may hear the quaver of the gray screech owl, the rare cello of a big bullfrog at the pond back of the barn, or the dramatic interception of some dark bird's sudden outcry. The whole orchestration is not loud enough to waken a sleeper, but if you happen to be already awake and listening, you are aware that a great amount of sound is harmoniously blended to make 'the quiet of the country'."

            
                                                                -  Rachel PedenA Farmwife's Almanac of Country Living

Monday, August 28, 2023

rabbits with necklaces

 I was alarmed one day to see a rabbit out my window, with something around its neck. That was disturbing; had someone tried to put a collar on it? Had it gotten tangled in something? If so, we'd never be able to catch a wild rabbit to help it out.


It looked loose, but was it all the way around? It almost looks like a bow, doesn't it?


This was a little closer. Finally, I got a picture of his other side.


This is very fuzzy, but you can just see it on his other side but not on both! Well, that was a relief! A piece of yarn stuck to the fur, maybe. 

Sunday, August 27, 2023

where true gladness is found

The collect from Mass this morning struck me:


O God, who cause the minds of the faithful
to unite in a single purpose,
grant your people to love what you command
and to desire what you promise,
that, amid the uncertainties of this world,
our hearts may be fixed on that place
where true gladness is found.

 


Sunday, August 20, 2023

the power of two

 I'm reading The Man Who Was Thursday, by G.K. Chesterton. Our main character is in a dangerous situation, but thought he was quite alone, only to discover he has an ally, after all.

"It may be conceded to the mathematicians that four is twice two. But two is not twice one; two is two thousand times one. That is why, in spite of a hundred disadvantages, the world will always return to monogamy."


Saturday, August 19, 2023

wild mornings

 We had a lively thunderstorm yesterday morning while getting ready for work, the kind that makes you nervous about washing up but you know you've got to do it anyway. It was a typical summer storm but after the rainy July we had, the water was sitting in puddles around the back yard. My brother went out to look at the brook, and he said the water went over his shoes. The water in the lawn, that is, not the water in the brook.


And on the subject of water, I have to take the spray bottle to bed with me against the early mornings when Daisy goes after my feet. 


She's starting to get it.

Thursday, August 17, 2023

"God bless you, and give you health, strength, good spirits, and as much of life as you think worth having."

The above is a quote from Thomas Jefferson, in a letter to John Adams. More of that later.


I had a cute pillow from the thrift store, from which I'd removed the ugly cover. Underneath, the stuffing was encased in something which wasn't real fabric, and it disintegrated, so I grabbed the nearest piece of cotton to me the other day and whipped up a new cover.


It's a permanent cover, but I still want to make a removable one. 


So I'm done with the Adams-Jefferson letters. Their mutual affection was remarkable, and the sign-offs in their correspondence always touching.

I hope [your health] is restored; and that life and health may be continued to you as many years as yourself shall wish is the sincere prayer of your affectionate and respectful friend.

                                        - Jefferson, Jan. 11, 1817


...I am still unalterably your Friend,  J. Adams

                                       May 21, 1819


I...repeat always with truth the assurances of my constant and affectionate friendship and respect.

                                                - Jefferson, June 27, 1822


I most sincerely congratulate you on the recovery of your hand, and am your friend for this, and, I hope, and believe, for all future Worlds.

                                             - Adams, Feb. 10, 1823


...I add sincere assurances of my unabated, and constant attachment, friendship and respect.

                                                         - Jefferson, Oct. 12, 1823


I have lost your last letter to me, the most consolatory letter I ever received in my life. What would I not give for a copy of it. Your friend for all eternity.

                                                 - Adams, April 19, 1825  (the letter was a congratulation on the occasion of the election of John Quincy Adams to the Presidency)


Tuesday, August 15, 2023

Rye Spelt Flatbread

 Gretchen would like the recipe for flatbread I made yesterday.

You mix together: 150g spelt flour, 150g rye flour, 1 tsp. instant dry yeast, 1 tsp. sugar, 1 tsp. sea salt and 1 T. of cracked fennel or dill seeds.

Then stir in 150ml room-temp buttermilk and 2 T. nice oil. 

Knead until smooth and add 1 T. warm water. Let rise 30 mins. with damp cloth over it. Divide into ten balls, and roll each out to about 8 inches. Cook, one at a time, in a hot skillet with lid. Two minutes on each side. 

I had torn this out of a magazine, but don't remember which.


*I need to say that I didn't notice it called for instant yeast, and I used regular active dry. I didn't notice it called for a tablespoon of water at the end, but it needed something and I decided to add some regular flour to it, and then some water, until it felt right. As for the rising, it took longer than a half hour. But they came out well, and taste good!

Monday, August 14, 2023

flatbreads

 Last night I decided I should make bread today. This morning I was reading Gretchen's blogpost and when she got to the part about making bread, I hightailed it out of there - I had forgotten. I went to my recipe box and saw a recipe for flatbread with spelt and rye flours. 


It made about ten, and now I know how to cook flatbreads. I had to mess with the ingredients, as the dough wasn't sticky like they said it would be; I had to add flour and water, and I let it rise longer than they said to. But then, you heat up the pan, roll it out thin, and cook it on the stove, with the lid on the skillet, for two minutes on each side. So, you stand there and it takes a while. But I was afraid to go and do anything - this is something I'll have to figure out if I ever make it again. A regular loaf doesn't need any watching, at least for most of its time in the oven. Anyway, it's very good.

Sunday, August 13, 2023

"your quiet rest"

 O God of love, grant us your peace,
Within each restless mind.
May all our inner turmoil cease,
God, show us how to find
Your quiet rest, your still, small voice,
Your light upon life's way,
To walk with you our humble choice,
God, give us grace to pray.




Saturday, August 12, 2023

interruptions

 I'm nearing the end of the Adams-Jefferson letters. From John Adams, Dec. 2, 1811:

I have been deeply afflicted with the account of your accident. At first your Leg was broke - I shuddered, I feared that I should have no more letters from Monticello. Next came the account that it was only a small bone in the arm. My hopes revived. The difference between the leg and the Arm was immense. To illustrate this difference, and for your consolation and amusement, I will give you an egotistical anecdote. When one of the Comets was here in our neighborhood I went out one evening into my garden to look at the wandering Star, with four or five Gentlemen. We returned through an alley over which my Men had placed a strong stake to prevent a peach tree from breaking down with its load of fruit. In the dark I blundered against this stake, broke its fastness - it fell and I with it on the sharp edge of a knot in it. I felt a sharp cut but thought it had only broke the skin. I scampered up and returned to the house with the other Gentlemen. My Daughter Smyth cryed out, Sir, what has happened to you, your Leg is all bloody. I strip[p]ed off the stocking and low[!] a gash from half an inch, to an inch deep cut by the sharp knot, bleeding profusely. My Daughter cried out, bring me some Laudanum. I knew no better. Her Mother [who] always had an Apothecary's Shop in her closet instantly brought a Bottle. They poured a quantity of it into the wound and washed the neighboring flesh with it, [and] bound a bandage around it, but it produced an inflammation which cost me a confinement for two months. Several surgeons came to see me and all agreed that neither the genius nor experience of Philosophers, Physicians nor surgeons had hitherto invented any means of preventing the humours falling down into a Wound in the Leg but by holding it up. They accordingly compelled me to hold mine almost perpendicularly, oftener lieing on my back on a Sofa oftener at an angle of forty five but never lower than an horizontal line. In this manner they made me vegitate for two months suffering continual twinges on the shin. The Bathes, tents and bandages and lotions I pass over. I verily believe that if nothing had been done to it but washing in warm water it would have been well in three days. You may console yourself with the hope that your Arm will soon be well; you will not be obliged to hold your arm up pointing to the skies.

I found this quite amusing, but am not sure Mr. Jefferson did - in his reply letter he only thanked Adams for inquiring after his health, and focused on other things.               

     


I was just about to wash my hair, and a flash of lightning appeared. It can wait.

Monday, August 7, 2023

a garden saga

 The very rainy weather pattern we were in seems over, and it's actually been September-like at times, in the high seventies and how eighties. Amazing! And very welcome. But all my plans for the backyard garden were foiled and now I just have to learn from this and forge ahead. 


Do you see the long grasses in there? Just one week ago I went in to pull up some weeds after the weather had changed. There was standing water in there along the edges, and the weeds I pulled up were not only in muddy soil, which I expected, but sopping, dripping mud. There was really no point in continuing. I realized that raised beds are what I need to think about. I don't know if today, one week later, it was much drier, but today we're having a very rainy day, rain on and off all day, so there is really no point. The rain today is normal for summer, falling straight down, cooler breezes coming in the windows - it's nice. But that area down there doesn't need any more water, unless I want to grow rice. 


My brother had told me in the spring that he wanted to focus on the side garden - he works long hours and doesn't have so much time - so I said I'd work in the back garden. 



His MO for the garden was always to rototill, and then plant everything close together, so the plants could help prop each other up to a certain degree. He would incorporate some compost with each plant he put in, and then use MiracleGro for fertilizer. He told me that the point of growing your own veg is to spend as little money as possible, to make it worthwhile. And, to be fair to him, he had to make good use of what little time he had to spend on it. But I have different ideas (and probably less realistic than his).

I told him not to till, that I didn't want to weed seeds to be turned up by the tiller. I was just going to try and keep up with them as time went on. When I began in mid-May, it was kind of muddy in there, but I bought a few savoy cabbage plants and onion sets and put them in, along with some mushroom compost from the garden store down the road. I had no idea of filling up the space, as it is a good size and I didn't want to overwhelm myself; I thought I'd buy plants a little at a time, and compost as needed, clearing weeds as I went along. I developed a vague memory of a weeding implement, dug around in the basement and found my cape cod weeder - a fantastic tool for weeding! When the ground is dry, there's nothing like it for cutting those weeds out entirely; when the ground is moist, you can usually just pull them up by hand. 

So, time went on and I bought the rosemary plant, a garlic chive, and some oregano, just whatever caught my fancy when I was at the garden place, and I got some chicken manure fertilizer, the dried sort. I took care of my plantings, the cabbage was growing nicely and I also got an heirloom tomato called Black Russian - I do love the heirloom tomatoes. My plan was to see how things went, and maybe cover parts of the garden with cardboard if I thought I wasn't going to plant there, to keep down the weeds. I was going out in the cool mornings, watering and spreading grass clippings around the plants.  I had a plan. Then it started to rain. 



At first, I just waited, but it would shower every day, it seemed, and more like a downpour. And at times when I couldn't go out. Then, it was all so wet, there wasn't much point, and I thought it would pass. But it lasted three or four weeks, along with steady excessive humidity, the whole time. The cabbages were ruined. The tomato was, too. I didn't think to put them in pots - I didn't know it would last so long. 

I read somewhere once that Leonardo had many failures; he kept going. There isn't much point in my being mopey - I just want to learn from this episode. I was telling my brother at dinner that I'm going to get raised beds. He can't see putting out any expense for them, considering how they need to be filled, etc. But there are a lot of helpful gardening channels on youtube - like Huw Richards, an amazing young man who's had a channel since he was a child, really, and he has frugal and sensible ideas for gardening. I don't mind the expense in order to establish things.

We'll see how it goes.

living portraits

 "What God's voice tells us is the true story of his incredible love for us. No other storyteller, however gifted, can paint for us the full, living portrait of who we are and have been, and who we are becoming. Let us listen attentively, lest we forget and try to remake ourselves according to some other image."

                                           

This periodically appears in Magnificat, and it always strikes me: God as the master storyteller; the portrait of who we have been, are and are becoming; remaking ourselves into another image. 

Monday, July 31, 2023

a little more respect for St. Martha

 Saturday was the feast of saints Martha, Mary and Lazarus. Martha's behavior in the bible story always gets the critical eye, doesn't it? Jesus told her that her concern for earthly things was inferior to a concern for spiritual ones. And we always think of her slightingly when her name is mentioned. As if we are any different. 

Anyway, Magnificat had a hymn for that day which shows her in a different light, which seemed rather nice for a change. 

Saint Martha, we recall the joy
Of which your energy gave proof,
When opportunity was yours
To welcome Christ beneath your roof.

Alert and eager with much care,
Your ardent soul could find no rest,
In many things solicitous
To please so greatly loved a Guest.

While you prepare a festal board
At which he will have honored place,
Your brother and your sister draw
From him the food of life and grace.

O blessed hostess of your Lord,
Make our hearts ready like your own,
To welcome him to their abode
To find in them true friendship's throne.

-  Anselme Lentini *

translated by the nuns of St. Cecilia Abbey, Isle of Wight


From Magnificat, July 2023 -

You have called some to the service of work and some to the service of prayer:
                             - grant us mutual respect and support as we seek to further your kingdom.

You have called some to serve in public ways and some to serve in the privacy of the home:
                             - keep us all faithful to the tasks you have given us.

You have called some to serve in active ways and some to serve by suffering:
                             - sustain us all in faith, hope and love.

                                                   in Jesus' name. Amen.