Please Do Not...

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I really need/want these beautiful pieces of wool and if you enter you might win. But if I tell you about it I get an extra chance. So I'm telling you about it but don't enter, ok? Is that rude? I don't care. Yes, I do care. Really I do. But don't enter anyway. :)

A Letter To Politicians Everywhere

Dear Sir/Ma'am,

I know that you are in the middle of a battle - after all, political campaigns have all the characteristics of war. Skirmishes take place everywhere you go and sometimes you catch the enemy unaware, drawing blood when you can. Sometimes the enemy surprises you, coming from a direction you never expected, and he/she strikes quickly. You must be exhausted from the constant need to be on guard.

In light of how tired you are I must assume that you aren't thinking as clearly as you would like. For that reason (otherwise I would never presume to give you advice) I am going to tell you something I think you need to know. Whoever on your staff told you that computerized campaign messages called to everyone owning a telephone...well that person is not your friend. I repeat, NOT your friend. Run from him/her. Run fast before you lose any more votes than you already have. He could even be a spy from the enemy camp. And if that same person told you that calling every 30 minutes during the week prior to the election would flood the voters with your accolades, then you should probably just shoot him. The nasty truth is that those of us on the receiving end of the phone calls, well we're writing down the names of the politicians and voting AGAINST every one who has dialed our number.

Respectfully yours,

Gardens

Someone asked me this week why I planted herbs...if I cooked with them. And the answer is - I don't know. Yes, I cook with them but only a little. I love basil and oregano and cilantro for pesto but I never seem to have enough to make any. I like rosemary with chicken and parsley in almost everything. I guess it's really two things that draw me to herbs. First it's the scents - some are sweet and some are pungent and some are sharp and some are spicy. I love it when the breeze blows across them and I catch a promise of their smell up on the deck. But mostly I think it's God. I see Him there - His wisdom puts me in awe. He made the seeds, he causes them to grow and He makes them pleasant to our taste and to our noses. He made them for us to enjoy - gifts because He loves us. I see a garden and I am reminded of that Love

A Little Project

I bought a new calendar last week. Did you know that in the middle of the year the choices for calendars are extremely limited? Like...black, that's your choice. And styles, maybe three. Anyway I decided to dress up my purchase a little. I just love making things personal...and cute. Cute is totally necessary, don't you think?

Look How They've Grown!

I think the babies are about ready to leave the nest!

A Sunday Story

A little over a month ago my friend Kim's father died. He was far too young to have gone home so soon and all who knew him are mourning their loss. But especially missing him have to be his grandchildren - grandchildren who were always excited to see him, who were beloved by him and who don't yet understand why death has a brief hold on us.

Last week Cameron, who is 6, got very excited about something he saw and told his mother, "I can't wait to get home and call Grandma and Papa to tell them about this!" You could see the remembering in his eyes when it dawned on him that Papa was no longer here to get that call. But with the wisdom that God gives to children he quickly asked, "Mama, what's God's phone number?" Kim lauged and explained that, unfortunately, she didn't know God's phone number. Well, that's a problem easily solved (according to Cameron)...."Mama when we get home let's just get the Bible out and look up God's phone number!"

When Cameron finds that phone number I hope he shares it with us all. I have a few folks I'd like to call.