29 April 2011

Works of art

At our house the fridge is a place to display art projects, spelling lists, family photos and exceptional school work.  Of course, colorful and quirky magnets are a must.  Our home is a place to celebrate our lives and achievements and the fridge is a good place to start.

28 April 2011

How about a clue?

Yellow cottage, with an open gate, in the Pacific Northwest.
I'm in love.

26 April 2011

The sun will come out

On Thursday I stood on a hillside and watched as my sister-in-law and her husband buried Sawyer.  As Sawyer's tiny coffin was lowered gently into the ground her mama's shoulders shook with the sobs that suddenly overcame her. My eyes were filled with tears, as were those around me.

While goodbyes were said I looked around and decided that this was a good place. How wonderful to be resurrected in that spot--the Snohomish River wound by below, the green grass and trees were abundant and in the background were the rugged, snow covered peaks of Mount Baker and the Cascades. Yes, I wanted to be buried somewhere just like that. Somewhere that, when the day comes, I will rise up and look around and remember how lovely and beautiful it all is and how blessed I was to come to this earth.

And just like that my heart was suddenly full to bursting with gratitude for the plan of salvation, with love for my Heavenly Father, and especially for my Savior, Jesus Christ. And, for just a brief moment the sun peeked out from behind the clouds and I was warmed inside and out.

21 April 2011

Solitary living

This lighthouse in Maine is on a tiny island, a stone's throw from the shore.  It's only accessible by boat or gondola.  Doesn't that sound lovely?  No unwanted persons ringing your door bell!  Do I even need to mention the woodwork around the eaves?  And a white picket fence?  This just might be the perfect lighthouse.

15 April 2011

My heart is breaking

A few hours ago my sister-in-law delivered her baby girl.  She was due the first part of May.  Earlier today she realized that she hadn't felt the baby move for a while and when she went to the doctor there was no heartbeat.  Sweet little Sawyer has already returned to heaven.

There's nothing I can do to take the pain and sadness away for my sister-in-law and her husband. I can only pray.  My heart is breaking for them.

Works in progress

The library floor is the lego building area in our house.  And, because I don't have the heart to destroy their creations mid-process, it looks like this, or crazier, most of the time.

11 April 2011

My train of thought this afternoon

The last bit of snow in the shadiest corner of my yard was gone when I awoke this morning.  Ahhh, Spring.

Because the weather has turned and the ground has thawed we are able to have a sprinkler system installed.  Today the plumbers were here to put in a back flow valve and a deduct meter.  They asked if they could access the basement through the bulkhead in order to disturb us less.  Of course we did let them, but I have to wonder what they thought of our food storage.

Do the boxes of rice, oats, beans and wheat make them raise their eyebrows?  Do they think we're weirdo doomsdayers?

And whatever happened to people storing food?  Both sets of my grandparents, who weren't LDS, kept pantries or root cellars with food stores, especially home canned goods.  Has the convenience of the modern world make food storage completely obsolete?

08 April 2011

Giving a boost up

I still have a little person that can't reach the bathroom sink without a stool...for now.  Within a year I expect him to be tall enough to do it on his own.  But, for now, each time I trip over this stool I remind myself that he's little and just needs a small boost.  

Someday that won't be the case.  He'll be taller, but I imagine he'll still need a little boost from his mama now and then.  It just won't be a physical one.

This post was inspired by Queen Scarlett.

07 April 2011

House on the sea

I love that his home is contemporary in design but was built in a way that makes it looked "added on to".  I also love the use traditional of New England materials  How dreamy to have a home on the ocean.

06 April 2011

Listening to the grass grow

This morning was bright and sunny after two days of rain and fog (which I loved).  When I was growing up my dad would say that you could hear the grass growing on days like today.  He told us that the grass had just had a long drink and now that the sun was out it was reaching up toward the warmth, growing so fast you could hear it.  I have a very vivid memory of him slowly stretching his arms up into the air, making satisfied waking up noises, to demonstrate the grass's actions.

Can you hear it?

I love grass growing days.
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