I"M BACK!! but just for a short while:) This is the first blog in a very long time, and I am rather enjoying the fact that it has been so long (it makes you appreciate it so very much more when it finally does come out, right?).  I hardly have any time for internet anymore and I really like that.  I am living out in Flora right now, for those of you who don't know, and I am enjoying it immensely!  We are truly blessed to be able to live there (we being Julie, Johanna and I). 

Well it has been a wonderful Lord's day with fellowshipping and feasting so, to top it all off, I am going to bed. Maybe I will write again...until then...adieu my friends, my love to you and goodnight! 

I love our house!

:)

"By words the mind is winged." Aristophanes

"You may have tangible wealth untold, caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be– I had a mother who read to me." Strickland Gillialan

When I was a babe, a mere two years of age, it came about that my mother sat me on her lap while she typed rigorously away on the computer (she was a stringer for a daily newspaper). I continually frustrated her attempts by grabbing her hands and pulling them away from the keyboard, babbling quietly all the while. This annoyed my mother greatly. After a while it dawned on her that there was a purpose behind my babble. I had been pulling her hands away in order to read the letters underneath them. Words are in my blood.

When I was three or four years old I used to tuck my friends into a little doll bed and read them bedtime stories. They would listen with rapt attention as I read to them of knights in shining armor, fairy princesses and noble steeds (my friends and I were born with a love for a good horse). And as I walked through golden forests they drifted off into Neverland.

Growing up, if I was not outside making bows and arrows out of willow branches and baling twine, falling off of my little pony (thank goodness she was little!), or terrorizing the poor chickens with my Jack Russell, there is a good chance I was curled up in a little niche somewhere with a good book and a purloined bag of Ritz crackers from the kitchen pantry...not much has changed...

Girl in a blue dress...a sure sign of spring.

Winter is fading into obscurity. Crocuses, daffodils, buttercups...spring’s exotic touch appears. The earth is fresh with familiar faces long gone appearing escorted by the sun’s bright rays. Cheery robins and cheeky chickadees sing their love for flourishing cherry blossoms. The mountains in all their glory arrayed, provide an awe-inspiring backdrop. A daydreaming flower girl gazes inattentively at the ground.  A small smile hovers above her mouth, not quite touching her bronzed lips, accentuating her distinguished features. The expression in her eyes is one of especial regard. Intelligent and mild they look upon the ground, not seeing it for what it is, but gazing as though her mind be anchored on heaven’s thoughts. For when can the mind be so fully at ease than when it is fixed upon God? Her bare feet frozen in time, appear light and carefree. Her manner is gentle, her actions graceful. A light blue dress, plain yet flattering, adorns her. The wind caresses her gently, casting a playful light about her dark features. Though years go by, she changes never. Seasons come and go, she remains. Defying time, she stands.

~ Madeleine L' Engle