Penny the Traveling Clothespin Doll shares her adventures at home and abroad.

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Here we are, celebrating a beautiful summer.  The rains have been plenty lately and the gardens are lush and colorful.  I wanted to share a little of that with you, not that photos can do it full justice, but I hope this will add a little brightness to your day.

 

 

These hibiscus were grown by a neighbor who brought them over to us.  They are simply HUGE!!  One I measured was ten inches across!  I took a big one out and propped it up in the wisteria so I could pose Penny beside it.  It gave her a rather shrinking feeling.  What an enormous beauty.

 

 

“Oh, that we could reason less about our troubles, and sing and praise more!…

We can sing our cares away easier than we can reason them away.”

 

 

“Sing in the morning.  The birds are the earliest to sing, and birds are more without care than anything else that I know of.

 

 

“Sing at evening.  Singing is the last thing robins do.  When they have done their daily work; when they have flown their last flight, and picked up their last morsel of food, then on a topmost twig, they sing one song of praise.

 

 

“Oh, that we might sing morning and evening, and let song touch song all the way through.”

 

 

“Don’t let the song go out of your life

Though it chance sometimes to flow

In a minor strain; it will blend again

With the major tone you know.

 

 

“What though shadows rise to obscure life’s skies,

And hide for a time the sun,

The sooner they’ll lift and reveal the rift,

If you let the melody run.

 

 

“Don’t let the song go out of your life;

Though the voice may have lost its trill,

Though the tremulous note may die in your throat,

Let it sing in your spirit still.

 

 

“Don’t let the song go out of your life;

Let it ring in the soul while here;

And when you go hence, ’twill follow you thence,

And live on in another sphere.

 

quotes from Streams in the Desert  (May 5th ) – Mrs. Charles Cowman

 

 

 

 

A peek through the wisteria arbor at our sunflower “trees”.

 

 

 

Gracie in the evening rain at sunset.  I love this shot.

 

 

My quiet time lately has been in the Psalms enjoying these two books in the photo below with their comments.  Today’s reading was in Psalm 37.  “Fret not” is repeated three times in this Psalm.  Then I highlighted the thoughts, “Trust in the Lord and do good… Delight thyself in the Lord…  Commit thy way unto the Lord, trust also in Him…  Rest in the Lord, wait patiently for Him…  The Lord upholds you…. He is ever merciful…  The Lord shall help… and deliver…  because they trust in Him.”

Don’t let the song go out of your life, (fret not), but cling to Him.

Rest in the Lord.  He upholds you.

 

 

 

 


 

One of the great joys of Spring is the music of the birds.  It is sweet to take time to listen in awe to the harmony of the many, many songs lifted in praise to their Maker.  I took these bird pictures all from our front porch one rainy day, thrilled to see so many birds in so short a time.  Then I thought of them again yesterday when I was reading in the book  Streams in the Desert, by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman.  Below are quotes from the reading dated May 30th describing how we are given a special song and trained to sing in a special way, so each of us can sing a song like no other.

 

 

“And no man could learn that song but the hundred and forty and four thousand, which were redeemed from the earth.”  Revelation 14:3

 

“There are songs which can only be learned in the valley.  No art can teach them; no rules of voice can make them perfectly sung.  Their music is in the heart.  They are songs of memory, of personal experience….

 

 

“In Heaven there will be a song that can only be fully sung by the sons of earth…  Doubtless it is a song of triumph, a hymn of victory to the Christ who made us free.  But the sense of triumph must come from the memory of the chain.

 

 

“No angel, no archangel can sing it so sweetly as I can.  To sing it as I sing it, they must pass through my exile, and this they cannot do.  None can learn it but the children of the Cross.

 

 

“And so, my soul, thou art receiving a music lesson from thy Father.  Thou art being educated for the choir invisible…  There are chords too minor for the angels…  There are  depths which belong to thee, and can only be touched by thee.  Thy Father is training thee for the part the angels cannot sing; and the school is sorrow.

 

 

“In the night He is preparing Thy song.  In the valley He is tuning thy voice.  In the cloud He is deepening thy chords.  In the rain He is sweetening thy melody…  Despise not thy school of sorrow, O my soul; it will give thee a unique part in the universal song.

 

 

“Is the midnight closing round you?
Are the shadows dark and long?
Ask Him to come close beside you,
And He’ll give you a new, sweet song.
He’ll give it and sing it with you;
And when weakness lets it down,
He’ll take up the broken cadence,
And blend it with His own.

 

 

“And many a rapturous minstrel
Among those sons of light,
Will say of His sweetest music
‘I learned it in the night.’
And many a rolling anthem,
That fills the Father’s home,
Sobbed out its first rehearsal,
In the shade of a darkened room.”

 

 

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Welcome Snowdrops, the sure sign that Spring is on its way!

I have a collection of pictures for you of the various February happenings here at our farm.  We moved from big white snowbanks, to oodles of mud, to bits of green hinting of spring.  My Valentines project called for collecting grapevines in the cold sharp wind and shaping some wreaths to decorate with hearts and ribbons.  So pretty, with a curly touch of natural beauty.

 

 

 

Maybe you’d like to see this prickly Valentine I received as a token of smiling friendship.  It tickles me!

 

 

Typically these are called Christmas cactus, so why would this be blooming for Valentines Day?  One more thing on my list of things to be grateful for.

 

 

 

A big project over this winter was beading laces for the Fellowship of Christian Farmer’s ministry.  As you recall, we like to take part in providing these laces for the folks in the ministry to pass out at fairs and farm shows where they are each tied onto a walking stick that gets handed out for free to those interested in hearing the Gospel story that the beads represent.  You can read more about that on my site here:   FCFI  

 

 

We were happy to have completed 3,500 laces.  You can see some of them here tied in bundles of 100.  It is a privilege to be involved in supporting those who work with sharing God’s good news.  Is there anything you can do to help spread the Word?

 

 

Here is a card that is attached to the walking sticks to explain the story of the beads.

 

 

This is the little tray that I use to hold the bead supply as I work.  First a knot, then the 5 beads, then another knot.  Then into piles of 100 to bundle.  Meanwhile praying that God will bless the people who hear as well as the people who share the love of God from their hearts.

 

 

Another exciting part of February is the return of the eagles to the Wildlife Refuge near us.  My Dad took these pictures through the spotting scope he uses.  This shot shows the eagle at the top of the tree where they have built a new nest this year.  Just look at the size of that nest!  Imagine them flying in with sticks that big.

 

 

Below you will see the head of the female as she has now begun setting on eggs.

 

 

This next shot is a real classic.  The eagles are such noble birds.

 

 

And now for some adorableness.  Gracie is growing so quickly!  At 14 weeks old she is loving lots of attention and a good romp with some silly fun thrown in.

 

 

Some longer hair is growing on her tail and belly but she is still so soft and fluffy, a joy to stroke.

 

 

The book I have been reading lately is The Autobiography of George Muller.  He was the one to run the orphanages in Bristol, England in the 1800s totally on faith without expressing his needs to anyone but God alone.  His desire was to show that God can be trusted, that He does care about our daily needs and can be relied upon to supply as the needs arise.  God enjoyed the chance to demonstrate His abilities and did so amazingly.  This book has been hugely inspiring to me.

 

 

Here is a quote from his May 7, 1841, diary entry:

“The primary business I must attend to every day is to fellowship with the Lord.  The first concern is not how much I might serve the Lord, but how my inner man might be nourished.  I may share the truth with the unconverted; I may try to encourage believers; I may relieve the distressed; or I may, in other ways, seek to behave as a child of God; yet, not being happy in the Lord and not being nourished and strengthened in my inner man day by day, may result in this work being done in a wrong spirit.

The most important thing I had to do was to read the Word of God and to meditate on it.  Thus my heart might be comforted, encouraged, warned, reproved, and instructed…

As the outward man is not fit for work for any length of time unless he eats, so it is with the inner man.  What is the food for the inner man?  Not prayer, but the Word of God – not the simple reading of the Word of God, so that it only passes through our minds, just as water runs through a pipe.  No, we must consider what we read, ponder over it, and apply it to our hearts…

Through His Word… our Father speaks to us, encourages us, comforts us, instructs us, humbles us, and reproves us…

Meditation on God’s Word has given me the help and strength to pass peacefully through deep trials.  What a difference there is when the soul is refreshed in fellowship with God early in the morning!  Without spiritual preparation, the service, the trials, and the temptations of the day can be overwhelming.”

~ George Muller

 

 

 


 

How delighted we were with our crop of peaches off this young tree.  The tree was so full and green this year, much more than usual, and this is the most fruit it has ever born.  Exciting!  Nothing compares to a fresh tree-ripened peach warm in the sunshine, and bursting with juicy sweetness.

 

 

I climbed the step ladder and began harvesting all this richness.

 

 

Its funny how peaches have hardly any stems at all, but cling almost to the branch directly.

 

 

“I’m in an awkward spot, Penny, would you mind climbing up to fetch that last peach just beyond my reach?  Thanks so much.”

 

 

A picture of bounty, that makes makes my heart happy.  All from our own tree.

 

 

Late summer days full of sunflowers are so cheerful.

 

 

The queen upon her sunny throne.

 

 

I have a yummy treat in mind; let us gather a few fresh fall raspberries…

 

 

…and slice one of those still-warm-from-the-sunshine peaches, add a little cream….

 

 

And dig in!!

 

 

Care for a raspberry with cream?

 

 

I’m thinking of a song, are you?

 

“Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home.”

– Henry Alford

 

 

 


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