Friday, June 26, 2009


So many sirens wailing,
that the neighbours dog is howling.

The sun is shining 
on a perfect summer day.

An emergency response helicopter flies over head.

The breeze is tossing my blue geraniums.  



I do a quick mental check of where my loved ones are.  
At work, at a friend's, at home. Safe.

Daily blessings of being alive and well.

And  send up a silent prayer for whoever is being flown away.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

all creatures great and small



Tender hearted child with a knack for finding dead creatures.
A  wild rabbit, decomposing, and very ugly in death.  
She cried, horrified, and reminded of her little pet bunny that had died.

"Please can you bury it mom?"
"Can we wait for daddy to do it?" I ask, with my stomach churning.
Tears stream down her face.
I grab a cardboard box and a shovel and go and bury the wild rabbit, decomposing, and very, very ugly in death.  Trying to think of the child and not the rabbit.

Norah asked me to help her find a bible text, " the one about God making the creatures and that it was good". We put the sign beside the buried wild rabbit.  We sang. 

"God sees the little bunny fall, 
it meets His tender view,
If God so loves the little things,
I know He loves me too."

Marten said, "He loves us much more than the animals".

My heart is warmed.

And I am thankful
for a childlike faith.

And I am thankful
that these children live a life in which the ugliness of death is only found in dead little creatures.  I think of the refugee families in the Congo that our church is hoping to bring to Canada.  The very, very ugly death that is part of their living. 



Wednesday, June 24, 2009

at home

further thoughts on the craving for beauty...

Contentment, thankfulness for what is today and what is here.

Creativity can be nurtured in our own back yard.
Seeing eyes can be sharpened here.
Ears can learn to hear the music of home.

Restless spirits can open up to the everyday things that God has placed all around us.

Today is dad's birthday.  We are off to visit with him.  Thankful that dear dad and opa is available to us, to bless us with his love and wisdom.  

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

the cowboy within


What is  the lure of the wild places? Magnificent vistas? The smell of the sage?  A poetry of the dust and the sweat? A homecoming? Louis l'Amour and Alan Jackson? Guitars and banjos.
What draws us to the desolate, the empty places? 
The cowboy within?

Brother Hermen sent some photos of his cattle drive. It put me into a state of introspection.

I am trying to understand this restlessness of spirit.  
Away, away, up and beyond the common.
Is it a desire from deep inside that compels us to crave these things? 
Or an image of ourselves that we have nurtured?

The smell of salt water and the crash of the surf? 
Colourful fishing boats and celtic flutes? 
The artist within?

The allure of decrepit abandoned buildings.  
Old farmhouses, someone else's dream long forgotten? 
The historian within?

The need to hike past the mountain meadows to the peaks beyond. 
 Alpine flowers and mountain goats?  
The mountaineer within? 

The urge to take the gravel roads? To slowly wind through unfamiliar countryside?  
Eyeing real estate and weighing possibilities? 
The pioneer within?

I am trying to understand.  Is it an  image that is created for oneself?  Perhaps a little. 
Is it selfish? Perhaps, a little, but it doesn't have to be.  
It can be shared and nurtured within our families. 
Exposing the grandeur of the Father Creator 
to the child created within.

Is it from the heart? God breathed? I believe so.
The response to wild and lonely that leaves one breathless 
with a lump in the throat and a bursting heart.  



Monday, June 22, 2009

earthly splendour






Life is beautiful, so much loveliness in nature, in art, in literature, in music.

Such amazing friendships, such love for family.

No wonder we want to hang on for dear life, fingers clutching at straws, hands grasping for life lines.

I wonder what God thinks.  
"My child, what I have prepared for you is so much better, so infinitely better!   Unsurpassed paradise, the Word alive, heavenly music, fellowship with the saints and angels, fellowship with the Triune God.

I am thinking of a dying aunt, of a young mother facing a terminal disease,
 of a friend's ailing parent.

Would I be ready?

Speaking with my dad on this matter, he said, "every day we need to focus on the next life".
and we don't, 
until we are pushed to. 

Today I am thankful for my friends and for my family,
for my husband and my children.
Frail and faulty, but co heirs of eternity.

God is Good.

Friday, June 19, 2009



the results of an afternoon of painting, 
Marten's mourning dove
Norah's chickadee
My chickadee

Children can be taught to observe shapes, colours, lines, textures.  With an appreciation for their subjects they learn to see.  I guide them but do not help them.
We teach them to play music and correct misplaced notes.  We encourage them to draw but often don't give correction.  When they understand  they can take their skills and compose testimonies to the created world.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

rainy day bliss


Rain gives a wonderful excuse for putting painting the porch on hold and spending some much needed time with the little ones, painting pictures.

 When the rain stopped we  rushed outdoors to watch the glistening drops resting on the leaves and the blossoms.

rain drenched garden


Tuesday, June 16, 2009

at the edge of Bond lake



O God, we thank Thee for this universe, our great home: for its vastness and its riches, and for the manifoldness of the life which teems upon it and of which we are part.

We praise Thee for the arching sky and the blessed winds, for the driving clouds and the constellations on high.

We praise Thee for the salt sea and the running water, for the everlasting hills, for the trees, and for the grass under our feet.

We thank Thee for our senses by which we can see the splendor of the morning, and hear the jubilant songs of love, and smell the breath of the springtime.

Grant us, we pray Thee, a heart wide open to all this joy and beauty, and save our souls from being so steeped in care or so darkened by passion that we pass heedless and unseeing when even the thorn-bush by the way-side is aflame with the glory of God.

Walter Rauschenbusch

Who can deny that a walk in the woods
should be a regular event?

We went to hunt for a companion 
for our turtle.  Baby turtle is still with us and the proud inhabitant of a new pond with shrubs planted around it. The recipient of a jar of turtle food.

We found some plants for the pond
and a robin's egg.

We found some tranquility and a break from painting porches and studying for exams.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

offer of thanksgiving


Days go by,
porch needs to be painted,
gardens worked on,
house cleaned,
laundry cycled,
home tidied,
beds made,
mouths fed,
wee bodies scrubbed.

Sometimes it seems 
the children raise themselves.

Yet they bring home 
an offering of thanks
with joy 
smeared 
across their faces

and I
am reminded
to raise up 
an offering of thanks
with joy  on my face.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Chrysemys Picta (painted turtle)

The painted turtle is a very common turtle in Canada, living in ponds, lakes, marshes and along shallow rivers.

We found a teeny little specimen today, about the size of a quarter
We've taken it home to observe it for a day or so and will then release it into a pond.  (Turtles can be carriers of salmonella.)

The turtle is a carnivore when young and an omnivore when mature.  The boys are diligently walking around with a fly swatter to provide baby turtle with some fresh meat.

The turtle itself is food for raccoons, skunks, opossums, birds, snakes, foxes and others.

Mama turtle lays 5 to 15 eggs in a clutch, buried in a shallow pit and covered with dirt.  Then mama makes herself scarce and lets her offspring fend for themselves.  The eggs hatch in 10  - 11 weeks.

The turtle clan likes to spend most of its time in the water.  Sometimes they  sun themselves on logs or rocks.  

The mature turtle has a shell from 4 to 7 inches, the females being slightly larger than the males.  A turtle could live up to 30 years but very few do, when in the wild the life expectancy is 5 - 10 years.


Tuesday, June 9, 2009

malacosoma disstria









We have a lot of caterpillars in the orchard which I believe are the forest tent variety.




Earlier this spring we could spot the masses of small caterpillars hanging in the trees.  Within a month these tiny creatures have grown into full grown caterpillars.Now they spin yellow, silk like cocoons.  They will remain in the pupa stage for 2 weeks.  The adult females will lay eggs which will hatch in the fall.

We've collected a number of these and put them in a plastic box where we can easily watch them.
Some are already in the yellow cocoons.

Although interesting to observe these caterpillars can be devastating to the forests, and we will be sure not to release them.

Redemption





This old fence has most likely been on our property since 1905.

And there it stands today, 
disintegration in the shape of a cross
surrounded by  budding lilies, 
promising new life.

Monday, June 8, 2009

the Iris



Nature is painting for us,
day after day,
pictures of infinite beauty
if only we have the eyes to see them.

John Ruskin

poppies in the wind

Sometimes everyday things seem tedious, endless, exhausting, relentless chores that never go away, dearest children with tiresome behaviours .  Sometimes we feel empty, drained, poured out.  

It is not the catastrophes that stray us but the niggling annoyances, the too busy schedules, the lack of productivity (even moms at home like to see something completed at the end of the day) that derail us.  The joy robbers.  

But let us move to the garden, where the wind airs out the poppies and the breeze clears out the joy robbers.  Let us move to the word where the spirit replenishes.


Saturday, June 6, 2009

heritage









Gentle light 
falling on tools 
from yesteryear

Gentle teachings 
falling 
on a eager child
today.










A heritage museum is a great place to illustrate the settings of some of the books we are reading.

Friday, June 5, 2009

where poppies grow







Early every summer our neighbours have a splendid display of poppies along their fence line.
Stunning in the slanted rays
 of morning and evening.
  Blooms turning
 towards the light of the sun.


Thursday, June 4, 2009

the amazing honey bee

























"Wall", said Don Hall, a sometimes neighbour, "thar used to be a lot of honey bees in this here chestnut tree.  It would be buzzing in the summer.  But thar gone, everywhere, not just in these parts, thar gone.  And that's a bad thing, cause they pollinate most everything. "



Surprisingly enough, a few hours later, our orchard was swarming with honey bees.  An enormous swarm was dangling between the branches of an apple tree.  Later they moved to a pile of lumber, boxes for our vegetable garden.  Neighbour Susan gave us the phone number of a bee keeper.  And so, began a practical lesson on the amazing honey bee.  It was a terrific experience.  We watched the bee keeper put out a hive.  The excited bees started gesturing with their wings and pointing their backsides to tell their hivemates about the new home.

Bee Keeper John, a wonderful source of information,  estimated that the swarm consisted of  20,000  bees.  Most of these being worker bees, a smaller number of drones and a queen. The worker bees are females  that are looking to start a new hive.  They are the nannies of the bee hive looking after the eggs and feeding the babies.  They select 8 - 20 of the children to become queens and feed them the Royal Jelly which transforms these bees from workers to queens.  The rest  become workers.

Bees tend to swarm at this time of the year, having feasted on apple blossoms and other spring flowers, and awaiting the late June clover.

After the eggs are hatched the workers spend the first 3 weeks of their short lives bustling about the hive feeding new babies.  After that they guard the hive from intruders, and then take to the outside world to become foragers.  While the nannies are busy the queen is also busy laying eggs, up to 2000 in a day.

The drones (the males) of which a swarm may have 2,000, are free to roam about and visit other hives.  However these hapless fellows are evicted from the hives in the fall.  The gentlemen are slightly larger than the ladies but are unable to sting.

As neighbour Hall put it, "bees are in danger".  Beekeeper John tells us that one of the most significant issues facing these ladies is PMS, parasitic mite syndrome.  Specifically the varroa mites.  Miniscule little red creatures that look like crabs, who lay their eggs in the royal jelly and play havoc with the offspring of queen bee.  Some bees are born with damaged wings, and a drone that we saw was missing a leg.  Another enormous problem for the bee population is CCD, colony collapse disorder.  Entire hives can simply die off. Bee keeper John thought this was the result of pesticides and other pollutants.



In the words of Don Hall "we need them honey bees".
Bee keeper John suggests that 40 - 60 percent of our fruit and vegetables are dependent on bees.
Einstein surmised that if the honey bees disappeared within 3 years mankind would too.
Scripture tells us that  "God saw all that he had made,and it was very good."  Each relationship designed by Him.



















Our children are blessed with 3 sets of loving grandparents.

3 generations sharing genes, habits and a heritage of faith.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

walking with a friend

Friends
with whom we can walk and talk,
upbuilding one another
and growing in faith,
mutually blessed .


Tuesday, June 2, 2009

in the garden



The neighbours shared  discarded tulips with us,
 blooms  cut off
to bring surprise colours to our garden 
next spring

The children watched
explored
and helped.

I planted
 in anticipation
 of beauty in the garden
and wonder in fertile minds. 




Monday, June 1, 2009

Love's Miracle














Upon the marsh mud, dank and foul,
A golden sunbeam softly fell,
And from the noisome depths arose
A lily Miracle.

Upon a dark bemired life
A gleam of human love was flung,
And lo, from that ungenial soil
A noble life upsprung.

L.M. Montgomery

pentecost



Dr. G . Visscher preached in our church yesterday, in his usual arresting manner.  My little ones were covering their ears as he raised his voice, and I ....I was convicted... and reassured.
He spoke about Pentecost, when the Holy Spirit came as tongues of fire to rest on the heads of the apostles.  He spoke of the early church.  He spoke of how the signs of a true church were apparent.  These signs can be applied to us as individual christians, families, and churches.  It is good to reflect on this and to realize how horribly we fall short.

1.  A Love for Learning:  
devotion to learning.  Passionate people wanting desperately to know who the Christ was.  What did His death mean? What did His ressurection mean? The ascension? Pentecost? What was the impact?
Me?   Guilty...

2. A Fervor for Fellowship:  
3000 people connected by the Spirit, a sharing of God the Father, the Son as Saviour, and the Spirit.  The Holy Spirit uniting all regardless of age, sex, talent, riches. Not a collection of friends, colleagues, similar people.  Koinonia, sharing, generously, having each other's best interest at heart.   Mutual admiration and love of Jesus Christ.
Caring within our families, our community, nationally and globally.
Me?  Guilty...

3.  Willingness to Worship
Feeling privelidged, "everyone filled with awe".  Profound Joy in the thought that the Son of God came for me and you!  The breaking of bread, each empty  hand raised and filled.  Praying together.  The chief exercise of faith.
Me? Guilty ....

4.  Eagerness for Evangelism: 
"There was added to their number daily".  Full hearts overflowing.  Sharing that which the heart is full of.
Me? Guilty .....

On all four counts? 
Guilty,
but not condemned. 
Redeemed

Thank you Lord, for faithful preachers
for faithful churches!