I love my mama

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A mother is the truest friend we have when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.

– Washington Irving, American author, biographer, and historian

Awkward Monday

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Today I purchased a white orchid. Nothing complicated about that, right? And it wasn’t. It became complicated when I tried to walk it the 11 streets home. Talk about awkward! The breeze that was so lovely on the way there became such a disadvantage on the way home. Trying to balance a tall orchid with 5 large flowers, holding my wallet and cell phone under my arm and walking sideways, and momentarily backwards to avoid the loss of any flowers was quite challenging. I finally made it to our little church, which is about a third of the way home, hoping to find a box or something to put it in, alas, no box. After searching around the church, I came across some grungy paint-splattered orange 5-gallon Home Depot buckets. Aha! I had an idea! I placed the plant in one bucket and slipped another upside down on top of it. After repositioning my wallet and cell phone and picking up my contraption I set out for home. You should have seen the stares that I got! Cars slowed down, high-schoolers on the way home from school gaped, and one older gent said, “Wow! you’re looking pale (pail)! {ha ha} get it? It’s a joke” ha ha ha. All that I could do was put a ridiculous smile on my face and laugh right along with him. Let me tell you, it was worth every look! The orchid arrived home safely {mom loves it} and I didn’t go crazy in the process! Although next time, I’m going to buy a bouquet of flowers, or a potted succulent.

ICE CREAM

I scream
You scream
We all scream for ice cream…
Especially home made ice cream.
Yup.
Made with organic cream, milk, sugar
and whatever else you might want to throw in.
Maybe not whatever, but you’re all smart, you know what I mean:)
It usually looks like this…
And it is always made by her…
my sister, Em.
She’s amazing… quite the artist…our own personal Ruby Jewel Scoops
“it’s a Portland thing”
{Kels, eat a scoop for me, miss you already}
 This is how I feel when I eat, fresh, home-made
ice cream
Only, I have a 16 year advantage in age
apparently I’ve learned how to not get it all over my face
or maybe that’s why I get my ice cream in a cup, not cone.
Em, I hope when you read this post,
you’ll get the hint…
I hope that I don’t have to resort to singing and whacking my spoon on the table to get your
attention…
“Here we all sit like birds in the wilderness
birds in the wilderness
birds in the wilderness
Here we all sit like birds in the wilderness
waiting for our ice cream
waiting for our ice cream
waiting for our ice cream
Here we all sit like birds in the wilderness
waiting for our ice cream”
Thanks Gramma Janie, for the 1950’s camp song
it conveys the message perfectly!
Love ya Em!

summer nights…

spent out of doors…
under lights and paper lanterns…

daddy reading to us…
Ballentyne’s Gorilla Hunters, nonetheless…
catching up with Ralph, Jack and Peterkin…
Please, do yourself a favor…
read The Coral Islands and then The Gorilla Hunters…
godly, manly adventure stories…and I like them! They have to be good:).
{this is coming from the girl who can’t sit through Disney’s Treasure Island}

drinking tea…
{lemon chiffon or herbal wedding chai…
I can’t remember…}
with plenty of half and half… of course…
 pure bliss
I can’t think of many other ways that I would rather spend a summer night…
Hmm…perhaps we’ll have to have another evening like this tonight…
before summer is officially gone…
By the way, doesn’t Em take the loveliest photos…yes, all three are hers