Our garden

We started our indoor garden. My dad let me borrow a light to put over the garden at night. The vegetables/fruits we started are lettuce, tomatoes, squash, cucumber, eggplant, and last but not least strawberries . The flowers planted are sweetpeas, columbine, snapdragons, delphnium, foxglove, hollyhocks, poppies, and sunflowers. Herbs: mint, dill, basil, and parsley. We also planted gourds that look like snakes and swans.
hopefully they will mature and survive transplants. I didn't plant bulbs this year so it will be a wait. All we have planted in the ground right now is a beautiful, lovely scented lilac bush.

Broken Pieces

I get confused so easily these days. I'm hardly ever sure what state I am in. I'm not talking about consciousness or etc. I'm actually speaking of the States United. I go to school in Colorado, live in Wyoming, and still think I'm in Utah. We visited Utah this weekend and went roller skating. My mother-in-law broke her arm. I felt horrible. I am fully aware that broken pieces are no fun. (Ironically, she broke her arm at the Fun Center.) You want to throw them away, but they still have value. A while ago I gave an Alice in Wonderland bridal shower. At the time I bought a Chesire cat teapot. In a move and in the groove of life I lost it. I tried to replace it with a tea set on Ebay. The woman in Florida packed it in newspaper. Suffice it to say it arrived in pieces and I have more broken pieces to deal with. The older I get the more I acquire. If I were less sentimental I could get rid of them. Instead I kept them. Literal and figurative pieces will someday make a beautiful mosaic.

This Picture

This is one of my favorite pictures of my mother. ( The favorite in my possession.) It makes me sad that I'm not in it. I think wouldn't it be wonderful if I was that child. It's not even one of my sisters. It's my cousin Kristy. Right before this picture was taken her mother was taken from the planet. I'm more grateful that my mother is still here and that I was priviledged to grow up with her than I am sad that I'm not in this picture. I've read in books that you remember the most things that happened around ten years old. I remember so much at the age of this period. I was age four. My mom's sister died. I had a surprise birthday party at McDonald's. I received my first Barbie. We went to California and met my mom's grandparents. One of each pair died shortly after our visits. I remember my great grandfather in their tiny kitchen. He blended butter and honey together and put it on bread. I had never had it before then. I have never forgotten that. I didn't know him, but I knew one thing about him other than what he looked like. I saw my great aunt Rebecca play the harp. It was so beautiful. I'll never hear the name Rebecca or hear a harp and not think of her. As a child I wondered why people didn't her Becky. As an adult I understand. I would hate it if people called me Nicky. This was the first time I saw palm trees in California and the beach. It was so pure then. I love that Kristy is wearing a get-along gang t-shirt which I loved at that age. I remember my mom's grandmother ( on my mother's father's side) went to play Bingo while we went to Toys-R-Us. I know she liked Bingo. I could type so much just on one picture. If you could know one thing about me without knowing me. What would it be? What is unique about me. I can't think of anything. I'm so close to myself. The closer you look the less you see. I just finished a book called Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. I realized I could someday be a grandparent. The two books I read before this one had gardens in them. I got the garden bug and went and bought seeds. My dad went with me and gave me his own potting soil. He told me what to buy, what to plant, and how to prepare the beds. He told me it's about fishing time. Gardening and fishing are my dad's "things". I hope I'm not associated with that. He owns that. What if my great grandfather's father owned butter and honey? I hope not because he took it. My father's father smelled like listerine that he left his dentures in while sleeping on the bottom of my bunk bed.My father's mother was very sick the lat time I can remember her. She had a tv in the corner of the room and didn't get out of bed. In their home I remember brown bananas and pecan prailine cookies by Sandies. They had a closet in the front room filled with toys and I ate their candy corns. Candy corns, Sandies,and brown bananas reminds me of my dad's parents.

Book Club

We are called "The Gleaners". We are a book club. It has been so much fun. March's book was The Jesus I Never Knew by Philip Yancey. I'm very excited about some of the books coming up. We each picked one. So there will be many genres and new tastes. Some I have read and some I haven't. Some I wanted to read. Some I may not have heard of, if not for book club. I love books. I love reading them, talking about them. They fill every sense in a way that is not found in any other medium.

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Trying to find lost chairs

Inspirations for my next quilt. They are lost chairs.


Ned Young below

The Faerie Queene by Edmund SpenserBook V Canto II stanza 39
"For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought..." Alan Rickman says it best in Sense and Sensibility. Are we all lost in a day waiting for tomorrow to be found. Who are we sought by? We were once lost and now found by Amazing Grace. For some reason my pictures get lost on January 1, 2002 in Picasa land. I always find the new ones in that file.is it funny or sad? Where or what time am I lost in. I keep trying to be "in the now." Why is it so hard? God is eternal in the past future and present. Is that why I time travel in my mind and dreams? Like the poor are always with us so is He.

The back of the tree block I accidentally sewed a sun on the back. No one will ever see it, but it's there.Just because you can't see Him doesn't mean He's not there.