Monday, April 27, 2015

And still counting (6941-6961)

Denise over
dirt under my nails
blossoms on the apple tree
a neighbor's happy wave
a school year groove

windows to clean
the bay leaf plant
tulips in the yard
sunshine, unexpected
$5 pizza for dinner

buttery primrose
festive geranium
plants to share with friends
sunshine on the patio
fresh lemonade

a good day with family
fun pictures with my dad
hugs with Kathy S. at church
camera 2
Sam at church

another birthday with my dad

Sunday, April 26, 2015


Dad, Linda and Lori came over for lunch today to celebrate (Dad and Linda's) birthdays. I was skeptical about the weather. I was skeptical about the menu (and having enough). And if you know me well enough, well, then you know.

I worked camera 2 at church and came home to pull out the food and get things ready: iced tea, fresh lemonade, scented oils.

I made an overnight layered salad, chicken salad sandwiches, and a pasta salad. I got an assortment of lunch-size chips that looked so novel in a basket with red and white checkered linens. Dessert was a coconut cream pie (for Linda), a raspberry something-or-other with whipped cream, and lemon sorbet.

When they showed up, I guided them to the patio furniture where the hot tub used to be and we enjoyed warm rays shining down on us, iced tea and fresh lemonade. Nella chased after a baseball a few times. Linda and I walked around and looked at the garden additions and the holes where the subtracted things once occupied.

Dad showed me his new phone. He laughed at the pictures he could take of us that we didn't even notice. And then I had him look at the screen, flipped the image, and snagged a selfie of us. He liked that. So we did a fun one. And then everyone got in on it.

Linda and me

Dad having fun

My dad

All of us
Lunch was stress-free. Dessert was fun with his-blue and her-pink candles. I got Linda a gorgeous hot-pink-and-white flecked geranium. I got Dad a buttery yellow primrose (and a jar of horseradish mustard). (And this is why "time together" is my love language and not "gifts". I am terrible at gift giving.)

Dad is seventy-nine. Linda is seventy. Thankful we could all be together. Thankful that my skepticism was laid to rest with blue skies, warmth, and happiness. Thankful for a picture with them. 

(Note: I have no idea why some of the pictures look like we smeared white chalk on the lips and teeth. These images weren't edited at all.)

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

The j-o-y

I love Wednesday because it's like an extra Friday.

I love the kids in my Great Books class.

I love medieval literature and history.

(I love reading books to first and second graders, too.)

I love sitting with high schoolers during the lunch hour and writing scripts and singing along to a ukelele.

I love the moms at co-op.

I love coffee after school.

cherry tree

I heart tulips


I stood on a chair today in front of my class because I didn't have a soapbox, and I lectured encouraged them on Hebrews 12, about running their race and finishing strong. Three weeks left.

I got teary with a friend who is moving on, how our lives crossed for such a brief time. Was thankful for her ugly honesty, a beautiful truth through refining fire, her vulnerability.

A woman spoke fluently to me in French today, and my head was giddy and glad to hear it. What a delightful surprise.

Another mom and I had what I found to be an unexpected jump into the deep end. I was thankful.

Thankful for the many opportunities to see into real lives, real struggles, real honesty, real friends.

Monday, April 20, 2015

And still counting (6892-6940)

a twice found dog
awesome neighbors
a good leash
pansies in a pot

Lisa and George
Pepto Bismol
peanut M&Ms
my Great Books class
their honesty and input

anointing and grace
Your power in my weakness
white tulips
Raul's time
John and Bruce

the pine forest
water walking with the girls
cheap rice
breakfast casseroles to give away
green grass

spring blooms
neighboring bonfires
Clorox wipes
blankets made by my dad

online sermons
fellow woods dwellers
pink lemonade snoballs with marshmallow

Karen So
the smell of onion grass and field fragrance
worship at church
races with Shane
a prom photo shoot

Nicole for coffee
dirt under my nails
snake sightings from the safety of my car
a race with Lanie for the coffee box
weeds to pick

baby foxes playing on fallen logs behind the house
Indian rice
a garden, half tidied
herbs gifted

a picnic in the field, for four
birds up in the air, so high
an afternoon nap
the hot tub, gone
the kids on bikes