Spring Things

~School picnic at the park to celebrate the end of three days worth of testing

~Antique scavenger hunt for kids in lovely downtown McKinney

~Pb&J lunch with chocolate cake for dessert at The Pantry (I had salad)

~Bike rides around the pond playing secret agents (I walked)

~Planting beans and carrots in the backyard garden in our new
Square Foot Garden

~Swimming and sliding at the indoor pool at the gym

~Spending time at our favorite library pouring over books

on insects, crafts, and dinosaurs

~Finishing needle work projects for end of the year gifts

~Yearly well child check-ups, shots and the traditional
"make-you-feel-better-after-a-shot" smoothies

~Sunday afternoon naps on the couch

~Fishing lessons at the local pond, the sheer delight of actually catching a fish,

and the not so delightful task of taking it off the hook and throwing it back

~Doing service as worship instead of going to service for worship

~Playing croquet in the green, freshly cut grass while waiting on dinner

~Watching the doughnut process at the local Krispy Kreme.

~Enjoying a "stolen moment" on the patio,

watching the new, green leaves on the trees rustle in the

breeze in front of a bright, baby blue sky. Sipping a hot cup of tea

while nestled in my cozy chair and reading the newest copy of

Victoria - which to my delight happens to be all about the beauty and

versatility of blue and white!

Inspiration...To Do The Next Thing

A poem quoted by Elisabeth Elliot:

Do The Next Thing

"At an old English parsonage down by the sea,
there came in the twilight a message to me.
Its quaint Saxon legend deeply engraven that,
as it seems to me, teaching from heaven.
And all through the hours the quiet words ring,
like a low inspiration, 'Do the next thing.'


Many a questioning, many a fear,
many a doubt hath its quieting here.
Moment by moment, let down from heaven,
time, opportunity, guidance are given.
Fear not tomorrow, child of the King,
trust that with Jesus, do the next thing.


Do it immediately, do it with prayer,
do it reliantly, casting all care.
Do it with reverence, tracing His hand,
who placed it before thee with earnest command.
Stayed on omnipotence, safe 'neath His wing,
leave all resultings, do the next thing.


Looking to Jesus, ever serener,
working or suffering be thy demeanor,
in His dear presence, the rest of His calm,
the light of His countenance, be thy psalm.
Do the next thing."

Wild Strawberries

Are Wild Strawberries really wild?

Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child?

Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam?

Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home?

Can they be trained not to growl at the guests?

Will a litterbox work or would they leave a mess?

Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows,

Or maybe a Muleberry, pulling the plows,

Or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse,

Or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house,

And though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly,

Can you ever feel that you trust them completely?

Or should we make a pet out of something less scary,

Like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry,

Anyhow, you've been warned and I will not be blamed

If your Wild Strawberry cannot be tamed.

Wild Strawberries by Shel Silverstein

If My Thoughts Were. . .

Musical Notes,

they would sound like this.

This is Rachmaninoff's Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini:

And how about you, what music do you hear in your thoughts?