The weekend's rain and this morning's sunrise brought to mind Isaiah 55:12
(NKJV) –
“For you shall go out with joy,
And be led out with peace;
The mountains and the hills
Shall break forth into singing before you,
And all the trees of the field shall clap their hands."
Yep, that sunrise made me break out in song, and brought joy to my heart. God knew I needed that; last night I went to bed with a headache so bad it was making me nauseous, brought on by dealing with the testy, testing teenager. This morning Brian woke us up by walking into our dark bedroom and flipping on the overhead light; thankfully, my headache was gone . . . and before too terribly long, Brian was, too. He's got a soccer game in Roseburg this afternoon; I decided I'm not driving six hours round trip to watch him play. Call me a bad mom if you want; I'm going to the game in Beaverton Wednesday afternoon. Pffft.
Back to the lovely morning.
Everything is fresher after rain; colors are brighter, and you can almost hear the plants sigh with relief. The grass will green up almost overnight. The weeds will respond equally fast. They are already sprouting a bumper crop where I've been watering the three rows of beets I recently planted:
Some of those seedlings ARE beets. ;-) I noticed a few bush beans that need to be picked when I went out Friday to get tomatoes and parsley for tabbouli; I'll pick the beans and one of those Japanese eggplants, check the zucchini plants, and weed some this afternoon. Then I'll fix supper for Rick and myself. Maybe, while we make the final arrangements for our trip to British Columbia, I'll knit some more on this.
One last little respite before four solid days of crazy. ;-)
That's it for a relatively quiet Monday at . . .
6 comments:
Take it from a mother who had four teenagers (three boys one girl) install a lock on your bedroom door.
Thanks, Barb. Our door does lock, but we're not in the habit of locking it. I guess that needs to change! Not that Brian banging on the door would be a better wake-up call than him switching on the light....
That is why God made babies so darn cute. He knew we would be tempted to kill them as teens Breathe deep. This too shall pass.
You could always perch a bucket of cold water at the top of your slightly-opened door and, when Brian decides to so rudely awaken you....now you can see why I have dogs and not children. How is Browning doing?
You are not a bad mom. 'Nuff said. :-)
My parents were able to attend only a few of my games throughout my high school years when I earned 11 letters in 4 sports (those were the days!). I understood that it simply was not possible for them to take the time to travel to watch me play. They did make the effort to watch the final tournament at the end of the season. Because they weren't able to see me play very often I very much appreciated, and valued the times that they did.
Reading through your blog posts - I won't comment on many of them but it's been good catching up a bit again. Right now I'm praying that you're having a restful, relaxing vacation.
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