Birdie loves the new watering can at Granny's house. She busied herself going back and forth to grandpa (who was using the hose to water my new seed plants) for more, more, more!
Birdie is such a lovely little gardener! Do you like her new hairdo?
"I still don't know why I fish or why other men fish, except that we like it and it makes us think and feel." ~ Roderick L. Haig Brown
"The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope." John Buchan
Brad and Jeff went fishing the other morning (I love the idea of the brothers continually enjoying each others' company!) and Jeff the photographer extraordinaire took this prized shot. Both boys have romantic hearts and appreciate all the right things about fishing. They love the movie, A River Runs Through It and they both love the outdoors. Brad caught his first dog fish while cruising in Grandpa's old, wooden, BLUE boat, just off the Olympia shore. He caught another fish at a fish farm in the Northwest. Jeff waded through the tide pools at Malibu Club and fished for crawdads at our neighborhood park. Now, they fish the creeks of Colorado. Again, it's the simple things that sit right with me. The cheap, grocery store bird feeder hanging in front of our living room window and the sight of my seed packets inviting hope for the summer blooms - these are the current joys and I'm greedy for more of them.
OVER IN THE MEADOW
Over in the meadow
In the sand in the sun, lived an
Old mother turtle and her
Little turtle one.
"Dig," said the mother,
"I dig," said the one, and they
Dug all day in the sand in the sun.
Over in the meadow where the
Stream runs blue, lived an
Old mother fish and her
Little fishies two.
"Swim," said the mother,
"We swim," said the two, and they
Swam all day where the stream runs blue.
Over in the meadow in a hole in the tree,
Lived an old mother owl and her
Little owls three.
"Whoo," said the mother,
"We whoo," said the three, and they
Whooed all day in the hole in the tree.
Over in the meadow by the old barn door,
Lived an old mother rat and her
Little ratties four.
"Gnaw," said the mother,
"We gnaw," said the four, and they
Gnawed all day on by the old barn door.
Over in the meadow in a snug beehive,
Lived an old mother bee and her
Little bees five.
"Buzz," said the mother,
"We buzz," said the five, and they
Buzzed all day in the snug beehive.
Over in the meadow in a nest built of sticks,
Lived an old mother crow and her
Little crows six.
"Caw," said the mother,
"We caw," said the six, and they
Cawed all day in the nest built of sticks.
Over in the meadow where the grass grows so even,
Lived an old mother frog and her
Little froggies seven.
"Jump," said the mother,
"We jump," said the seven, and they
Jumped all day where the grass grows so even.
Over in the meadow by the old mossy gate,
Lived an old mother lizard and her
Little lizards eight.
"Bask," said the mother,
"We bask," said the eight, and they
Basked all day by the old mossy gate.
Over in the meadow by the old scotch pine,
Lived an old mother duck and her
Little duckies nine.
"Quack," said the mother,
"We quack," said the nine, and they
Quacked all day by the old scotch pine.
Over in the meadow in a cozy, wee den,
Lived an old mother beaver and her
Little beavers ten.
"Beave," said the mother,
"We beave," said the ten, and they
Beaved all day in their cozy, wee den.
"And yet, when I look up to the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and tranquility will return once more." -Anne Frank
The human heart is fascinating in that it functions in what feels like hope and expectation, but is completely dependent on the Creator. So many times, when there is a bump in the road of our lives, we hope for everything to get back to normal and we BELIEVE it will. Little Anne Frank kept hoping for a return to her normal childhood in Amsterdam where she could laugh with friends, walk to the corner ice cream store, have fun birthday parties and get to know boys. She liked her house, her stage of life, her comforts. When evil continued to prevail, the family kept adjusting, listening closely to radio broadcasts, hoping for Allied victory and an end to the craziness of war. Anne's diary, written for herself as a way to explore her own thoughts and vent frustration, lives today and eighth graders like mine read it, so many years later. So many questions remain unanswered when we try to understand injustice, power, and selfishness and at the same time, so much faith and hope in our Creator awaits us. Again, we are sheep - we follow along, undistinguished and dependent on a God who is a shepherd, a leader, completely trustworthy, defined by holy LOVE.