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Peaceful Petals

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“You love the roses – so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!”

by George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans)

 

 

 

 Let us therefore follow after the things which make for peace, and things wherewith one may edify another.

Romans 14:19

 

 

Its cherry season!  A very cheery time of year.

Come on up and sample, I mean, pick cherries in the tree with me!

 

 

A pretty little basket just my size.

 

 

Then we will set up for a picnic under this beautiful, colorful tree.

 

 

I’ll set out the tea things…

(Please shoo away that fly!)

 

 

And we’ll both invite a friend…

 

 

Let’s celebrate together…

 

 

 

 

We must get back to work because the birds will soon be carrying away all the cherries they can eat.  We want to stockpile enough to can and freeze for the family until next year.  It may turn into a race before long!  Hurry, hurry!

 

 

Let me share a yummy recipe with you.  These cherry bars are a quick and easy treat, for when there isn’t time to make a pie.

 

Grandma’s Cherry Bars

  Mix  -   1 1/2 cups flour
           1 cup brown sugar
           1/2 tsp. baking soda
           1 1/2 cups oatmeal
  Chop in - 3/4 cup of butter

  Spread half of this crumbled mixture in a 9x13" pan, 
  press down as a bottom crust.
  Now pour on 1 quart of prepared cherry pie filling.
  Sprinkle remaining mix as a crumb topping.  

  Bake at 350  for 45 minutes (Or until golden edged)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Springtime is all about joy and new life.  Buds and blossoms, nests and eggs, sunshine and rain, all bring the promise of fruitfulness to come.  I took this picture of Penny joyously surrounded by the fragrance and beauty of lilacs, bleeding heart, honeysuckle, and a pale pink tulip.  I love all these soft spring colors.

 

 

I enjoy the song of the robins, especially noticeable in the early morning and again at evening.  I wish more people would have the joy and freshness of spring life inside of them bursting out like this.

 

 

 

I was reading in Jeremiah 17:13 about how the Lord is the fountain of living waters, yet He had been forsaken by the people.  He said earlier in chapter 2, verse 13 –

“My people have committed two evils:  They have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters, and hewn themselves cisterns – broken cisterns that can hold no water.”

 

 

This is rather a hazy picture of a rainstorm in the distance.  Life-giving waters on the way.

 

Rain, washing the face of the earth and encouraging life and growth to continue.

 

The morning dawns, the sun is coming, and a new day begins.

 

 

“Jesus said, I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.”  John 14:6

 

 

“Thou wilt show me the path of Life, in Thy presence is fullness of joy, At Thy right hand there are pleasures forevermore.”  Psalm 16:11

 

 

“We have put our hope in the Living God.”  1 Timothy 4:10

 

 

“…I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.”  Revelation 21:6

 

Wildlife – this painted turtle was found soaking up the warm spring sunshine.

Farm life –  in our brooder house new baby chicks are growing, and snoozing together under the heat lamp.

 

Recently my pretty pet turquoise parakeet, Pixie, died at the old age of 14.

A new fellow has come to make friends, this is Nobbles…

 

 

And who can not be awed by new life as a wee baby makes his arrival?

 

 

“For with you is the fountain of life.”  Psalm 36:9

“For thus saith the Lord GOD, the Holy One of Israel;  In returning and rest shall ye be saved; in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength: and ye would not.”  Isaiah 30:15

 

 

“Let him who thirsts come.  Whoever desires,  let him take the water of life freely.  Revelation 22:17

 

 

 “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.”  Jeremiah 29:11

 

 

 

Happy Easter!

He is Risen!!

For this cause I bow my knees unto the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, Of whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named, That he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man; That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love, May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.

Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us, Unto him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages, world without end. Amen.

Ephesians 3:14-21

He loves you.

 

 

 


 

Hello Friends, welcome to the chilly, drippy days of spring on the farm.

Spring is so new and hopeful that even on gray days, I can’t help but smile as I watch the changes coming on.

 


 

I cut some early forsythia branches a couple weeks ago to bloom on our table.  You can see out the window here that the snow was yet on the ground then.

 


 

This picture was taken today, a bouquet of unusually thin pussy willows, and a store-bought bouquet of yellow tulips from a sweet friend,  the African violets are blooming as well.

 


 

I’m sorry these tulips look a bit spent, but their cheery color still brings me a smile.

 


 

I know its chilly out, Penny, but let’s go about exploring on this rainy spring day.

C’mon, it’ll be fun!

She looks a bit shy about leaving the porch here, doesn’t she?

 


 

Here we go!

The purple crocuses aren’t open today, but they still show their pretty blue shafts.

 


 

The daffodils are poking their way up through the aged elm leaves under which they have been hiding all winter long.

 

 

Water, water everywhere makes for some squishy, squashy, sloppy walking.

But how pretty are the patterns the raindrops make in this puddle.

 


 

We invited some rainy-day toy-friends to come out and play in the puddles with us.

 


 

The snowdrops aren’t open today, but here is how they looked last week in the soft sunshine.

 


 

And the crocuses bursting with blue happiness.

 


 

I am reading a book I love, Hannah Hurnard’s “Hinds’ Feet on High Places”. 

 


 

Here is a special quote from page 58,

  “They came to a place where a rushing stream poured itself across the path they were following and went cascading down the other side.  It was running so swiftly and singing so loudly that it seemed to fill the valley around them with its laughing voice.

  As the Shepherd lifted Much-Afraid across the slippery, wet stones she said to him, “I do wish I knew what it is that all running water sings.

Sometimes in the silence of the night I lie in bed and listen to the voice of the little stream which runs past our cottage garden.  It sounds so happy and so eager, and as though it were repeating to itself over and over again some very lovely, secret message.  I think all running water seems to be singing the same song, either loud and clear, or soft and low.  I do wish I knew  what the waters were saying.  It is quite different from the voice of the sea and of salt waters, but I never can understand it.  It is an unknown tongue.  Tell me, Shepherd, do you know what all the waters sing as they hurry on their way?”

The Shepherd smiled again, and they stood silently for a few moments by the little torrent, which seemed to shout even more loudly and exultantly as though it knew  they had paused to listen.  Suddenly, as Much-Afraid stood beside the Shepherd it seemed as though her ears and her understanding were open, and bit by bit, the water-language became clear.  It is, of course, impossible to write it in water-language, but this is the best I can do to translate it.  Of course, it is a very poor effort, for though a water song perhaps may be set to music, words are quite a different matter.  But it went something like this:

The Water Song

Come, oh come! let us away –
Lower, lower every day,
Oh, what joy it is to race
Down to find the lowest place
This the dearest law we know-
“It is happy to go low.”
Sweetest urge and sweetest will,
“Let us go down lower still.”

Hear the summons night and day
Calling us to come away.
From the heights we leap and flow
To the valleys down below.
Always answering to the call,
To the lowest place of all.
Sweetest urge and sweetest pain,
To go low and rise again.

 

[The Shepherd said] ” … It is only up on the High Places of Love that anyone can receive the power to pour themselves down in an utter abandonment of self-giving.”

… It seemed too, that the wild flowers were also singing  the same sort of song, only in yet another language, a color language, which, like the water tongue, could only be understood by the heart and not by the mind.  They seemed to have a little chorus all their own which thousands upon thousands of them were singing in different color notes.

“This is the law by which we live-
It is so sweet to give and give.”

 

 

 

 

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