Happy First Day of Spring! :)

Happy First Day of SPRING! :)

Are you doing anything fun and spring-ish to celebrate the turn into a new season? We are itching for flowers and garden produce around here! I’m a little behind on housework though so we’re not going too crazy just yet (listening to The Briefing while cleaning…interesting news and commentary from the president at Southern Seminary). ;-)



I think we may still be in for some snow in West Virginia (though Kaya has officially stopped praying for snow, for which I am soooo grateful), but I am starting to feel optimistic about the eventual arrival of some truly lovely weather. And the further possibility of…


Spring crafts…


Daffodils & fresh decor…


… starting a little kitchen herb garden on the porch…

…and maybe my kids all deciding they’re into afternoon nap time again?

Happy Spring to you & yours ~

Hope you enjoy this Christina Rosetti poem for the occasion…;-)

I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing, robin, sing;
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.

I wonder if the springtide of this year
Will bring another Spring both lost and dear;
If heart and spirit will find out their Spring,
Or if the world alone will bud and sing:
Sing, hope, to me;
Sweet notes, my hope, soft notes for memory.

The sap will surely quicken soon or late,
The tardiest bird will twitter to a mate;
So Spring must dawn again with warmth and
Or in this world, or in the world to come:
Sing, voice of Spring,
Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing.

- the First Spring Day



holding on for spring & miracles











“…Let me say something about the word: miracle. For too long it’s been used to characterize things or events that, though pleasant, are entirely normal. Peeping chicks at Easter time, spring generally, a clear sunrise after an overcast week – a miracle, people say, as if they’ve been educated from greeting cards. I’m sorry, but nope. Such things are worth our notice every day of the week, but to call them miracles evaporates the strength of the word.

Real miracles bother people, like strange sudden pains unknown in medical literature. It’s true: They rebut every rule all we good citizens take comfort in. Lazarus obeying orders and climbing up out of the grace – now there’s a miracle, and you can bet it upset a lot of folks who were standing around at the time. When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of earth.

My sister, Swede…offered this: People fear miracles because they fear being changed – though ignoring them will change you also. Swede said another thing too, and it rang in me like a bell: No miracle happens without a witness. Someone to declare, Here’s what I saw. Here’s how it went. Make of it what you will…

…as a witness, let me say that a miracle is no cute thing but more like a swing of a sword.

{from Peace Like A River by Leif Enger}

may your life, friend, be ‘more like a swing of a sword’…

<3 jc

Robes of Glory

Savoring the last of summer…

“…When Summer gathers up her robes of glory,
  And like a dream of beauty glides away…”


“…Till the slant sunbeams through their fringes raining
  Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold….”



{sarah helen whitman – a still day in autumn}



a little color, a little spring.

I promise, Part 6 to “Our Story” is really coming. We’ve just been distracted this week – unexpected visits with friends, new neighbors, drill weekend, an interview, work things, my finals week and paper-writing…we’re almost finished though, so stay with us! :)

I’ve had these pretty pictures sitting on my computer for a couple of days and wanted to share them with you…

I love sitting on my back porch.

Sometimes while the babies are napping. Sometimes while they’re out playing, and 8 neighbor kiddos gather round for tee-ball and all the girls want to hold Baby Hudson.

Flowers are good company.

They’re quiet. Thankful for both the sunny days and rainy ones.

Lately I’ve been studying for finals and reading books and writing papers out on the back patio (we’ve had such perfect weather!). It hardly seems laborious when surrounded by such colors and smells.

I wonder if these blossoms know the danger they’re in? One 2 year old princess lives here and she fancies herself a queen with a flower tucked behind her ear.

Oh! The promise of big balls of pink hydrangea! And tall vibrant lilies and gladiolas shooting up out of the black soil.

All of it cheers the soul, comforts the heart and turns my attention to that Masterful Artist…

“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.  But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” – from Matthew 6, ESV