This year I’ve decided to start gardening. Seeds are sprouting out of an egg carton in the house, and I started the raised bed today. It took me about five hours to get all this done, and I haven’t been that smelly in a long time. Daisy, of course, was a great help, eating maggots and checking for moles as I turned over the grass in the patch. I’ve started out small with a 4x8 Italian-style planting of tomatoes, peppers, onions, zucchini, garlic, spinach, and herbs. Here’s to health and happiness! Updates to follow.
Unrest of spirit is a mark of life; one problem after another presents itself and in the solving of them we can find our greatest pleasure.
Most of the shadows of this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine.
On our way home. It’s been a needed time of refreshing! Thanks @coyhill, @andreablaylock, and @stanleyblaylock for making it possible. Love you! (Taken with Instagram)
Summer
So I’m sitting at my desk with nothing to do. Well, that’s not true. There is plenty to do, but I have no routine for what there is to do. I finished school, which had a rhythm all it’s own, set/measurable tasks that I had down to a science. But now my schedule is a blank slate. So far today, I’ve prayed and gone to the gym, which I’d say is a pretty great start, but now I don’t know what to do. Maybe I’ll start a painting.
Nash Vegas Blaylock, loyal cuddler, great fetcher, and canine friend died in an accident on Thursday morning. It looks as though he was chasing an armadillo when it ran into the road, and he followed. He was killed instantly. He now rests in our yard where he loved to play. We miss him terribly as does our cat. I think the only beings that are relieved are the squirrels and coons he liked to terrorize. He taught Andrew and I a lot about ourselves and each other. And he created a place in our hearts for a third person (or animal) in our little family. We’ll miss you Nashy!
Love!
Boldness is behavior born out of belief.
You’ve got to be brave
I know you aren’t sure
Your talent immature to your taste
But you’ve gotta be brave
Though you’ve had seasons of stagnation
Disappointed in yourself
For letting fear overtake you for a time
You are pressed but NOT crushed
Persecuted
But NOT Abandoned
Struck down, but NOT destroyed
So you’ve gotta be brave
Start slow if you’ve got to
But do it already!
Lift your chin
Smile at the sun
And let the calling flow
His Grace is Sufficient
It’s the path on which you trod
You’ve gotta be brave
No matter what
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