regardless of those cut worm moths inside,
i am enjoying the most b e a u t i f u l
display from the back yard.
these babies are so heavy they are
resting on the ground.
especially this morning because of the RAIN
we've been enjoying.
thanks God... 60 zillion times.
and you can't beat their fragrance.
the description said "rich fruity fragrance with a
refreshing sharpness."
hmmm... okay...i guess so.
i just know they are soul warming.
i never even thought i would be growing such
beauty.
i feel blessed to be the care taker of them.
i also feel like i want a few more.
isn't that how we often get?
we delight in something so much
we think we'll have even more delight in
acquiring an abundance of that 'delighted-thing'
yet... not necessarily so.
would i cherish each blossom?
would i be as enamored of them
if my yard was full of them?
perhaps not,
or maybe so.
however...
i think i shall just continue being grateful
for the gift of what i do have.
it is enough as long as i am thankful.
and I AM THANKFUL.
wanna see one more?
okay..
now really blessed
brown-eyed-handsome-man just wandered
around bare foot in the wet backyard showing appreciation
for the garden gifts from God with me.
my heart runneth over.
will attempt to link up with..
http://flwrjane-smallbutcharming.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/flowers-in-la-casa-primavera.html
this site has breathtaking flowers....
am often envious,
and then remember to be thankful for what i have.
seems i'm in good company re: my post
about the millers.
today 2 local newspapers had their say on the front pages
regarding this lovely time of miller-ing.
i know!
so what i learned is they are not "millers"
but cut worm moths.
and they will go away, eventually.
actually they vacation in the Colorado mountains!
not so dumb after all huh?
they go out there for the same reasons we do..
cooler air and to accumulate fat reserves.
: )
however for some mountain inhabitants the
cutworm moth is a snack.
seems grizzly bears fancy them.
" a single moth possesses half a calorie of
fat content. "
"it is estimated a bear obtains 20,000 calories
of fat on a daily basis by consuming 40,000
moths per day."
sooo ..
i need a grizzly.
it's a win win situation because
we have enough moths for at least a week.
anyone have a spare grizzly?
we have been invaded.
those stupid brown miller moths are trying to
take over our home.
this is one insect that should of missed
"the boat"
the ark boat that is.
regardless...
every evening my hubby wanders our home
fly swatter at the ready to attack those beasts.
he takes no prisoners.
death and destruction are his plan.
however he takes a more passive approach
when he turns on the ceiling fan
in his tv room.
then the deranged insects become suicidal.
they head for the light, but often get smacked
by a fan blade.
and he just sits and watches with glee.
no more miller.
woo hoo!
sick i know.
i am up early this morning.
i want to turn on lights,
i need to turn on lights.
but...
lights become the morning wake up call
for those vile insects.
so here i am, stalking in my own home.
fly swatter in one hand, napkin to get the carcasses
in the other.
smack,
" woo hoo"
swish,
missed.
stalk, stalk, climb on a chair,
swing.
"score!"
after a few more swings, swishes and swoops
i realize i've invented a new sport.
it reminds me of bad mitten.
you know, where you reach,
swing and toss a feather weight birdie
back to your partner.
well in my case,
i swing, swipe, exclaim,
and ta da!
another miller/birdie down!
i'm changing the name to
miller hitten'.
and i'm not bad actually.
bird and i had many things to do at the farm yesterday.
not on the list was losing glasses.
but she misplaced hers.
she back tracked all over the house.
no glasses.
they were still missing.
so i joined in the hunt.
no luck.
hmmmm... well...
we needed to get to town and decided
to look once we got back.
dad wanders in and wonders what we're looking for.
we tell him.
so he joins in the hunt!
eventually we say
" we'll look when we get back"
he said, " they'll still be missing when we get back."
he paused and went on
"i sometimes can't find my glasses....
but then i do."
us: " where?"
him: " right where i left them!"
oh he's a sassy one.
but the hunt continues.
pretty soon bird said
"there's a pair of glasses on the table
i don't know whose they are, but not mine."
the room is quiet, then dad responds
"maybe i have yours on."
he takes them off.... looks at them.
yes-sir-ree-bob!!!
pops was wearing birds glasses!!!
oh my we laughed and laughed
and giggled again all the way to town.
we booked the hawaiian trip today.
guess when we are going?
late May!!!
(just what that man wanted.)
but it's AFTER memorial day
so it's fine.
****
i would certainly appreciate prayers for
our 'baby' boy.
(he's nearly 32 yrs old and 6ft. 5!)
he's working off shore for a time on a big rig.
he's happy to be working and excited to go.
we have the same thoughts.
but i am a momma who is trusting God's protection.
and appreciative of your prayers.
thanks.
***
tuesday for fun we go see the headstone for mom.
and take care of some other death type business.
sheesh....
it keeps going on and on.
but
I know that my Redeemer lives.
AMEN!!!
5:30 a.m. is a bit early to begin negotiations.
but brown eyed handsome, sometimes frustrating, man
and i did just that.
this week is packed full.
fuller than i really like,
but regardless it only has to be lived one day at a time.
whew...
i must remember that.
back to chair negotiations....
we are taking a pickup load of furniture to our youngest
at the end of the week.
many things; bed, dresser, desk, nightstand, couch, table & chairs.
she has told me "NO WOBBLY CHAIRS".
the aforementioned man and i have our own ideas of wobbly
and which chairs will make the journey.
he: "our sons old chairs."
me: "no"
me: " our old dining room chairs"
he: "no"
he: " our oldest daughters chairs"
me: "too wobbly. won't work."
back and forth we go... getting nowhere fast.
my patience is running thin.
reasons are stated for all pros and cons.
sigh.
eventually i must have referred to our daughter
not wanting wobbly chairs...
because he exclaimed..
"oh SHE asked for not wobbly chairs? okay then."
AACCKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!
you want to know which chairs are going?
the ones i knew needed to go...
not saying i know best or any such thing.
of course not.
; )
our old dining room chairs.
***
and then we had a very small discussion
about our proposed 35th anniversary trip to Hawaii.
he:" i said lets go at the end of May"
me: "i said i won't be gone over memorial day this year."
he: nods
me: "i picked this other time because of work obligations,
others family vacations, yatayata"
he: patiently nods.
(i've wanted to go for several years but life interrupted.
so he's finally said we can go this year.
yeah!
but here's his wife, seemingly dragging her tootsies
about making the arrangements. he's been very patient.)
see i can be sometimes frustrating too.
maybe this is how we've made it work for 35 years...
equal-opportunity-frustrating-each-other!!!
we sing Because He Lives,
so much truth in that.
i whisper to my aunt at songs end
" because He lives, we can make it through today."
we sang " Christ arose"
the words so fitting as i know mom
is rejoicing in heaven.
she has been for 12 weeks.
bird, her hubby-the-hunter, dad and
my nephew arrive for lunch.
they had gone to church elsewhere.
dad looks so handsome in his grape colored
dress shirt.
even though his pants are baggy to the point of
ridiculousness, he looks handsome.
his face is peaceful.
i am so thankful.
we're gonna do this.
we can make it through this first
holiday with out momma.
dinner is good.
hearts are okay.
kitchen cleaning happens.
(thanks always for your help bird.)
so far so good.
we are all outside enjoying the warm sunshine.
tossing balls to our dog patches.
we get weary of the game before she does, of course.
eventually the hunter hands her a stick.
now patches has never ever shown interest in stick fetching.
she's always looked at us like "really? a stick?"
but, she's given in and takes whatever bit of
attention she can get.
bird tosses it a few times.
patch returns it.
kind of
she finds a bigger one.
this stick is so long she looks like
a lopsided, one antlered deer!
she is prancing about, pleased as punch
with herself.
we are all laughing.
she is so funny with it.
even daddy has chuckles and a big grin.
oh man!!
that does my heart grand.
dad is having joy.
yeah!!
thanks God for joy in a dogs antics.
(mom liked dogs)
***
later, bird, hunter, and dad stop
at the cemetery on the way home.
dad gets emotional as they take him to his car.
bird gets emotional later.
i finally give in to the sobs that need released.
we don't really want to feel like this.
it just happens.
once again,
the cost of loving deeply.
the cost of being loved deeply.
love...
it does lead us to this
"holy holy holy.
is the Lord God Almighty.
who was and is and is to come.
with all creation i sing
praise to the king of kings.
You are my everything
and i will adore You."
