On the Horizon

The garden is finally coming around now,

and my heady hyacinths are so heavy the stalks are laying on the ground.

A few were snipped for the front room desk this evening,

and the aroma is very powerful now.

I am anxiously awaiting warmth...

warm breezes, warm sun, warm afternoons.

School will be out in a few weeks and our summer projects will begin.

We've been a collecting a bit of this and that...and that...

but it's been too cold so far to attempt anything.

And work has been CRA-ZEE,

with spring art show- the showcase time of year.

Other items on the horizon...

Dan is planning his vegetable garden.
All the kids picked out were pumpkin seeds, 
about a million different kind, of course.

Plans for a future, maybe not far from here.

We have been looking into finding just the right new home,
and spent a little time looking at some places.

It will find us, just as surely as we will find it.
A new nest.

The timing must be right.

And sometimes, you know, your watch is a bit off, 

and you have to double-check to make sure you're not too early

or too late.

Looking for golden oldies like this one we've been stalking...





Until then,
some temporary projects will happen here
that will help us along the way,
and I'll be sharing those in the next few months.

And even though we may not always arrive on time,
we still always get where we need to go.

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Sweet Flowers Spring Hope Eternal

My bulbs have finally started to poke through the ground after 

a long cold spring...

and I decided to snip a few for the table. 

We need a pop of color in here after all to breathe some freshness into the home.

This has been the longest week...I think we have all watched the man-hunt non-stop

when the tv or internet has been available.

I am so saddened by the Boston bombing, especially for the

sweet little boy 

they keep showing photographed in his first communion suit.

Our son makes his first communion in two weeks,

and we just made his felt banner a few days before that tragic event occurred,

so I naturally I cannot help but get choked up over that photo.

And while I am glad they have apprehended those perpetrators,

as a mother

I cannot help but feel sorry 

for the bomber handcuffed to his bed
and wonder what went wrong...
And maybe you're mad for me thinking that, but-

I am sure his parents did not intend for him to turn out this way...

...bringing him to America to get an education, to learn, to become something,

only to have him throw it all away and hurt others

with the global press playing watchdog.

His father looks heartbroken...

...to know his child has caused harm.

It must be very difficult to accept.
How can you ever find happiness in even a backyard flower again?

I hope this young man is able to reconcile

with himself what he has done

and to ask God's forgiveness for the unfathomable hurt he has caused

to so many people that he never even knew.

We have to hope...

for the sake of humanity

and the sake of our own angry hearts.
Forgiveness is always the hardest thing to do.


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