What Is Your Name?

It is a cool cloudy day following our rains yesterday, so I planted the pepper plants Joe and I bought a few days ago. 19 of them!! Green and yellow Bells, Gypsies, Anchos, Habaneros, Cayennes, Mucho Nachos (giant jalapenos)  and Chili Pequins (tiny, but 8 times hotter than a jalapeno)...all levels of the Scoville scale.  We already have tomatoes setting fruit.  I like planting heirloom varieties.  This year we put in Paul Robesons, Tliacolula Pinks, Black Cherries, Money Makers, Cherokee Purples and Juliettes.  The only hybrid plant I put in is a Better Bush.  It may give me a more predictable harvest but I love the different shapes and colors of the heirlooms.  Truth be told,  I love the names, too.  Whether it is a rose or a vegetable, the name calls me first.

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

My Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow bush is not yet blooming like this, but it will be soon.  This picture is from last year (Yesterday).   Its current season of blooms (Today) will bless us all these different colors as the blooms appear and fade.  It will bloom again. (Tomorrow).  My dear friend Debbie brought me the bush the week before they moved from Texas four years ago, as a reminder of enduring friendship.  In this week after Easter, I am grateful for past and present and future Grace.  Everlasting.

See the land, her Easter keeping,

 Rises as her Maker rose.
Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping,
 Burst at last from winter snows.
 Earth with heaven above rejoices.”
        ~Charles Kingsley

Palm Sunday

Children waving palms, drums beating, handbells ringing, choir singing...all processing in for this morning's worship service to reenact and remind that Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem is the beginning for our holy week.  Sean had a drum.  Skye joined the children and sang "Could it be?... Isn't he?"  Kristen and I rang handbells.  I had my regular place in the choir between bell presentations.    My heart filled with gratitude for the significance of the day as the beginning of Holy Week, for my family's participation.  Our children and grandchildren who live in this area were all present and part of the experience.

Tea Time

Maddie celebrates her fourth birthday with a tea party for a few friends.  "Tea for two, and two for tea.  Me for you, and you for me....can't you see happy we will be?"  Be sure to wear something fancy!

                                                                       

Crazy Quilt Art

In our area of Texas, school children of all ages enter art projects in a Rodeo art competition in the weeks leading up to the rodeo in Houston.  Skye won a ribbon for her entry, titled Crazy Quilt.  I have always loved crazy quilts, and have a few pillow covers and one quilt made by my grandmother in this fashion.  I like the stories told by the various scraps of fancy fabrics.  I like remembering my grandmother's hands when I trace my fingers over the feather stitching and briar stitches outlining the quilt patches.  One day soon, I will show Skye the art fashioned by her great great grandmother.

Thank You Note

Our granddaughter, Skye, is a 7 year old Daisy Girl Scout so this year she had her first experience selling cookies!  At this age, marketing is limited to friends and family so no door to door sales.  Family, of course, did not let her down.  The cookies are good, and we have plenty to share.  But the best part of this venture is the thank you note she included when she delivered the cookies.  It reminds me that no gift is properly acknowledged without a handwritten note.  Our gift to her in purchasing her goods is excelled by her gift to us in appreciation.  I think I need to write a thank you note!

When the Birds Go North Again

I am sorting through some very old files of poetry and kept stuff.  It is slow work because I keep stopping to read this or think about that.  But today is the first day of Lent, an appropriate season for reflection.  I feel winter in my bones this morning. It has been a heart winter as well.  When I picked up the page with this piece of poetry, I felt as if the woman who wrote it (who died the year I was born) was speaking to me.  I know that God was.

"Oh, every year hath its winter,
And every year hath its rain--
But a day is always coming
When the birds go north again.

"When new leaves swell in the forest,
And grass springs green on the plain,
And alders' veins turn crimson--
And the birds go north again.

"Oh, every heart hath its sorrow,
And every heart hath its pain--
But a day is always coming
When the birds go north again.

" 'Tis the sweetest thing to remember,
If courage be on the wane,
when the cold, dark days are over--
Why, the birds go north again."

      ~Ella Higginson, a poet from the Northwest