Showing posts from April, 2013

Connecticut Sheep & Wool Festival

Who doesn't have fun at a fiber festival? There are bunnies to pet and freshly shorn sheep

Whose condition required an explanation

A 4-H Activity Corner for Children
Sweet Alpacas
Another darling grandson who spent the day trying to extricate himself from his stroller Grandma's souvenir project bag by Jessalu 

Garden Variety Forsythia

One of my favorite garden bloggers referred to Forsythia as being "too common" to be included in her landscape.  One of my favorite harbingers of Spring is the sight of my glorious twin Forsythias in the backyard border.

I understand her opinion when I look around and see what some well-meaning gardeners do to these beautiful shrubs.  When I see Forsythias trying to survive in shady areas, after having been shaped into unnatural round blobs, I'm repelled as well.  I wouldn't want them in my garden either.

You probably have one of these lovelies in your backyard.  Give her a fighting chance if you'd rather pull her out.  Forsythias need 6 hours of full sun daily - they won't achieve full bloom in shady spots.  Grow them in areas that drain well.  They don't like standing in mud or clay.  Give them a natural shape, but trim them immediately after they've lost their flowers.  If they're looking really ratty, hack them most of the way down to the ground…

Four Little Words

“What religion are we?”Just four little words.I had been raised in the Methodist church but what could I say to her?We’re “nothing”?So, when my daughter was six years old and she began asking questions about God and church, I decided it was important to find a Sunday School for her.I selected a local Methodist congregation and I began worshiping with my daughter, staying for coffee while my she attended Sunday School.The group was warm and welcoming and I was a captive audience.
The first Vacation Bible School of the season was at a Baptist church.It was always held the first week of the summer after regular school was over.I think they must have thought that the kids were still somewhat in “school mode” and not yet accustomed to long, unstructured summer days.
Anyway, parents of the Methodist kids assisted or attended class with their younger children. My daughter’s teachers were warm and loving and excited about God.They taught with a large felt board painted in soft water colors. As …

Why St. Francis Lives in my Garden

 Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O, Divine Master
Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
Here's the hard part...
And it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.


traditionally attributed to St. Francis of Assisi