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A Small Smattering


n620311473_2157534_5521The weather forecast for the next few days brings happy tidings of spring-like weather! No more waking up to snow on the ground and seeing it peeping out from the shadowy parts of the yard to remind us that winter still had her clutches on the world.

I sat on my bed the other night, looking out through the window to the great darkness beyond. The tree branches were in dark purple silhouette against a clear sky, and there was a milky-white pulsating star just above one of them. I was filled with a deep sense of longing . . . a deep ache. And yet, at the same time, contentment washed over me. There was a yearning for more, a sense of something deeper not yet attained . . . and a feeling of sincere and real contentment with where God has me right now.

Rissa received a seed catalogue in the mail recently, and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy and spring-ish inside to pour over it (even by lamplight in the evenings) and dream big dreams of big gardens and big flowers and big vegetables and . . . big smiles. We’re going to plan out what we would like to do with our backyard and then have the landlord come down and see what she thinks about it. Rissa has great plans of morning glories twining over the fence, beans and peas spiraling up the chain-link, flowers nodding happily (but she intends to keep a wide berth between herself and the tomato patch. “They smell weird.”) We figure that if we make lots of improvements on the property, renew our lease, and be overall perfect tenants, then perhaps . . . perhaps they might let us have a kitten—or a puppy. Just maybe . . .


I can’t believe it is already the middle of March. March of 2009.


Bex and I were off visiting friends the other evening and apparently have impeccable timing. We were informed that during the course of the evening while we were gone, we missed out on the beginnings of a high-speed car chase just outside our house. Rissa’s car was nearly smashed into smithereens. Tiny ones. Policemen, EMTs, and “firemans” were swarming our neighborhood, inspecting Rissa’s (undamaged) car, the gravel  in front of our Neighbors house (for reasons we can only try to understand), measuring skid marks, and other such things. Abby was so excited she could hardly handle it . . . and I hear that she was just getting ready to take coffee and dinner out to the “firemans” (I told you she was excited—she could hardly talk! ) when they all up and were gone, leaving one lonely police car on our street. So, I guess that was the excitement of the week, and Bex and I missed it.

St. Patrick’s Day is just around the corner and we’re all set and ready for it with a corned beef brisket in our freezer and a head of cabbage in the fridge. And our tree is being very green and festive.

Happy Spring, everyone! 



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“I had thought…a picnic!”


The weather here in Colorado is not to be depended on. At all. All last week the inhabitants of the Little White House were seen overtaking the park and quite astounding everyone with their tennis and basketball skills (or lack thereof, perhaps?), and then yesterday Bex and I woke up to a blanket of snow and had to dig our car out before heading to work at a most ungodly hour of the morning. Today is perfectly sunny and nice again. (Rissa is insisting that it is “not nice…it’s cold!” I still hold that it is “perfectly sunny and nice again…but still cold.”)

We do tend to make good use of the beautiful weather, though. Last week we were lazing around the house on a gorgeous day and decided that something needed to change. We couldn’t let the day go to waste! A picnic in the mountains was proposed and accepted, and the little house was soon a flurry of activity. I began the makings of a picnic meal and soon realized we had no picnic basket. I hollered from the kitchen stating the same and Rissa soon came running in with her sewing basket. Perfect! Abby and Bex took the top down on Bex’s red convertible. We snatched water bottles, jackets, books, sunglasses, food, tablecloth, and any other accoutrements we felt might be necessary, and headed down the road…or rather, up the the road, as we were headed for the mountains. It was a perfect drive that afternoon, and we found ourselves at a beautiful park in the mountains by a river. Our hair was a little worse for wear, but the park was empty and there was no one but ourselves to see us. We set up our picnic table and sat down to a lunch which quickly disappeared without much ado.

After lunch we all went our separate ways and explored the park. I love walking alone up there…so peaceful and quiet. I reflected on many things, stood on a bridge overlooking the river and was mesmerized by the swirls and eddies, and thanked God for such a beautiful creation. I could not help but sing right then–

“When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art…”

I came back from my jaunt to find Rissa perched on a rock overlooking the river, Abby was squealing as she poked her toes in the water and found it to be snow run-off (very cold!), and Bex was spread out smack dab in the middle of a great expanse of grass with her book. The next hour, or so, was spent in much the same activities. (I might add that Abby’s squealing did not necessarily continue for the next hour.)

Today is another beautiful day, the snow has all melted, and I think a walk downtown might be in order before heading to work tonight.



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