Friday, August 6, 2010

Of Books and Berries

Reading books and picking berries are among the most worthwhile pasttimes, in my estimation. Here are two great places to visit:

Calling all book lovers...please take note of the new little button widget for Lanier's Books on the sidebar of my blog. If you enjoy reading or collecting old books (antiquarian gems and gently-loved jewels, as my dear friend refers to them), one click on the button will take you to her blog and the link to her newly-opened online store. Lanier herself is a gifted writer, so either way, a visit there will not disappoint.

Calling all locals, be sure to check out Indian Orchards, an organic, pick-your-own, family run farm. It's located along PA 352 on Copes Lane, Media, between Glen Riddle and Knowlton Roads.

We love going here in the early morning. It is so peaceful and quiet, except for the buzzing bees and chirping birds, but those are joyful noises.

Happiness is... an activity that everyone in the family enjoys, i.e. eager participation, no one dragged along, etc.

Berry picking is best done in the early morning hours - by noon, the sun will start to bake your head, and it is no longer that activity that everyone in the family enjoys (learned this the hard way)

berry nice :)

not a bad take, eh?

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Running color



"I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure."

The first time I heard this quote of Eric Liddell from the movie Chariots of Fire, it filled me with gratitude and freed my mind to understand that it pleases God to gift us, and that He would actually take pleasure in watching us express the passions that He births in us. When I was a young believer, I used to think maybe art had no value, and because I loved making stuff--really enjoyed it--there was something wrong with that. I had the idea that living a life for Christ mostly involved suffering and self-denial. So if I was having fun, how could I be bringing glory to God?

A silly thought. A baby thought. While these things are part of the Christian walk, they aren't the whole picture. Yes, daily we take up our cross. But it is the dance of the resurrection that keeps us going. God does take pleasure when His gifts are pleasing to us, and creating beauty has value in His Kingdom. Have you ever read in the Old Testament where God instructs Moses to make priestly clothes for his brother Aaron to wear while ministering to Him? "And you shall make holy garments for Aaron your brother, for glory and for beauty. So you shall speak to all who are gifted artisans, whom I have filled with the spirit of wisdom, that they may make Aaron's garments, to sanctify him, that he may minister to Me as priest." (Exodus 28:2-3 italics mine) This encourages me.


So I'm thankful to be a part of this creative community of gifted artisans, joining Emily today




Take an old warming tray (sometimes called a hot plate). They get warm enough to melt crayons or oil pastels, but never too hot to touch. Lay a piece of paper on top of the tray.

Your crayon turns into a wonderful liquid brush to paint with. It's really enjoyable. Give it a try!

Burning lamp...when I melt crayons, I feel His pleasure :)

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Comptez vos benedictions

holy experience

Joining Ann today


Counting blessings

"Sometimes our thoughts turn back toward a corner in a forest, or the end of a bank, or an orchard powdered with flowers, seen but a single time on some gay day, yet remaining in our hearts and leaving in soul and body an unappeased desire which is not to be forgotten, a feeling that we have just rubbed elbows with happiness."

Guy de Maupassant


199 - galad (pronounced gah-lahd) - Elven for "light" A nod to Tolkien

200 - bird nests hidden in berry bowers

201 - river banks

202 - water babies

203 - the art of geometrics

204 - tomato juice running down my elbows

205 - jars of edible rubies

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Screaming yellow zonkers - yeah, I get that


When I was young, I HEARD color. Words and phrases were colors. The alphabet was not symbols to me, but colors. It took me forever to learn to read. I got in trouble in the first grade for going to town with a box of Crayolas in my phonics book. It made sense to me. My brain is wired funny. They give it a word - synesthesia. I think it falls under the category of learning disability. I think it's a gift. I love color. I love color even more than form. I thank God for color, in all its screaming, singing hues.



Joining Emily today - Imperfect Prose on Thursdays

Monday, July 26, 2010

Easy basil lemonade

This a family favorite on hot summer days when there's plenty of basil in the garden. I suppose you could make it using homemade lemonade. I've never been good at making that, so I use frozen :)

Ingredients:
1 can frozen lemonade
1 generous handful of fresh basil leaves
1/2 cup boiling water for steeping basil leaves
sparkling water
borage flowers (optional)

Here's how:
In a pitcher, mix the lemonade according to the directions on the can.
Substitute some of the tap water for the 1/2 cup of "basil tea", discarding leaves.
Stir, then top off the pitcher with some sparkling water
(I use about a cup of lemon flavored mineral water)
Garnish with borage flowers

Yummy and thirst-quenching...try some!

Tally on

holy experience


Counting blessings

Take joy home,
And make a place in thy great heart for her,
And give her time to grow, and cherish her,
Then will she come, and oft will sing to thee...
It is a comely fashion to be glad;
Joy is the grace we say to God.

Jean Ingelow

191 - keeping cool

192 - barn swallows

193 - old gates

194 - mason jars

195 - rewards of a sunrise nature walk

196 - moss-covered bricks

197 - daybreak

198 - iPod bonding with your new brother-in-law

Saturday, July 24, 2010

And the winner is...........



ALEXIS @ Finding Prose in the Laundry

Congratulations, dear poet extraordinaire! Send your info to my e-mail address, and your package will be on its way :)


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