Tuesday, December 9, 2008

"Bah Humbug"

Well, here it is: that time of year,
and I sit and struggle,
trying to find
Christmas cheer.
Where did it go,
that wonder of old.
The joy and the songs
that I used to hold.
I struggle against
the stress and the strife,
trying to survive
another day of life.
Avoiding the bustle,
the madness, the drills,
the unfairness of it all.
Overwhelmed by the bills.
And so, once again 
I drag out the tree,
the box of ornaments,
and memories.
My treasures of old
tarnished silver, chipped gold 
pulled from the storage,
dark and cold...
cold like my spirit.
what's happened to me?
Why can't I rejoice.
I'd rather be three.
We pull from the box,
stars, ribbons and bows.
Glittering lights, and their
hearts are aglow.
Ah, and as my children
Exclaim with each one,
I live once again
in the glow of the Son.
I remember that ball,
How it glittered and shined.
Lights catching the eyes,
reflecting in mine.
How they hypnotized my thoughts
And my wishes, they grew.
I never had doubts, I was sure.
I just knew.
Through the window of their eyes,
I catch again, with surprise,
The stirrings of hope and harmony
Of love and joy, and company.
The ember burns,
and grows and warms
and fills my December
with joyous songs.
Look through the eyes
of the child, my friend.
To find what is lost,
to hope once again.
~dec. 18, 2007

Friday, October 10, 2008

Practical joker

Last night as supper was cooking, I went in to help my twins clean up thier rooms (AGAIN).....and while picking up toys, noticed a snake coming into the room from the crack by the door frame!!!!!!!!!!  ACCKKK

Hubby, of course, is at work...so mom must deal. I captured it...and got it out of my house with both of us still alive and only slightly panicky.

Returned to cleaning.........and there was another one. OMG....this one, however; was coming out of the bathroom, and there was another coming up the water pipe to the tub where it comes out of the floor. Got those also.......EIGHT snakes later, totally traumatized, close to tears, and shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, I put supper on the table, fixed myself a very strong pot of coffee, drank the whole pot and tried to calm down.

Needless to say.....about an hour later....potty duty called and I went into the bathroom to find that one(or both?) of my dear 10 year old daughters had placed a "real life looking" rubber snake on the rug in front of the toliet.

Hey!!!........are you laughing???? my husband was when I called and told him about it. It's ok...I can *see* the funny in it.........I am just not impressed. I am not laughing. well, ok...a snicker....occasionally.

isn't that trick something boys are supposed to do???

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Precious babies

Precious babies delight the heart when all is dark and dim.
They shine a light that breaks the haze and gives us peace within.
How could I continue another day had I not the chance to see.
The spirit, and the enchantment that shines on thier face for free.
Lord, grant to me, a simple desire...
that i shall never be.
Without the company of those blessed.
with innocence and purity.


Hey Little froggie,
listen to me.
You'd have more fun
living in a tree.
High rise accomodations
aren't just for the birds.
Just wanted to mention that
in case you hadn't heard.
Oh! Leave me alone!!!
Go Away, I say!
Let me crawl in my home.
I don't want to play.
The grass is all brown,
the weeds are all drooping.
The dogs are panting,
and the birds have stopped cooing.
It's simply too hot
On this August day.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Rough draft

You know, I'm getting old.
(And that's 'tween you and me.)
I'm feeling like I need to leave
some kind of legacy.
and so, I've set aside my family,
and my responsibility
I've decided to follow a dream of mine,
I've had since I was thirty-three.
A book! I'm going to write.
What kind should it be?
Possibly a mystery.
I've so many stories to tell.
A personal history?
That would do just as well.
And as I sit and stare
At the page in front of me.
The realization burns
like the embers of the fire.
I'd do just as well to simply retire.
All the letters in the world,
all the papers made from trees
won't do me any good today
cause i've not got much to say.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

The Sentinel

Silently poised, the Sentinel awaits.
Ever on guard, awaiting his fate.
Clad in his armor he watches and listens.
The sun in his eyes, on the water it glistens.
The enemy approaches! He sounds the alarm.
He must keep his fellows safe from all harm.
Quickly! To the walls! Prepare for the fight.
It might be for a season, it might be for the night.
Swept into battle, he makes his last stand.
His valor unnoticed by all other men.
Was his work with out purpose? Is his life all in vain?
Did he spare just one other from suffering pain?
Ah; dear sentinel, had you lived you would see
How your quiet watch sheltered me.
You'd know in an instant it's part of the plan.
And you'd not change a thing if you had to do it again.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

The Pickle Tree

Okay, I know what you're thinking. These are photos of a cucumber plant in my garden. But let me tell you what happened a few years ago and then you'll understand why I call it a pickle tree.
I had just come from working in the garden when one of my sisters and her family arrived for a visit. After a quick wash up, I was pouring all of us a cup of coffee when she noticed the bushel of cucumbers I'd harvested and asked me what in the world I was going to do with that many cukes.
While it was obvious to me...it apparently wasn't to her. Okay. Well, I told her...I'm getting ready to make pickle relish like grandma used to make. My family goes through at least 60 pints of it a year and I was almost out. Her next remark floored me. See...there's not THAT many years between us, and we were both raised the same way. I know she's blonde...but ummm....
"You can't make relish out of cucumbers" "You have to use pickles" she said.
I asked her where she thought pickles came from........"Uh....a pickle tree!" Sheesh, doesn't everyone know that.
I'll leave it to you to guess which sister it was. :)

What are you looking at?


Friday, June 27, 2008


laughter is tiny raindrops of happiness that spill over the soul and fill our hearts with hopes and memories.
laughter is a prism reflecting all the beauties in our lives...seeing christmas lights through the eyes of a child, accomplishing your goal, watching your children play with their grandparents....
laughter is a sauve for the wounded, a balm for the weary, and a blessing to all who stop to hear.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Silly songs

Away down under, in the paw paw patch.
I met a girl who's shoes didn't match.
She dilly'd and she dallied and she stole my heart away.
And when i asked it back again,
all that she could say....
Away down under,
where the tall fern grow,
I met a boy that i didn't even know.
He flited and he skirted
and he stole my heart away,
and when i asked it back again..
all that he could say

Away down under
in the paw paw patch....
stay away from there
if your shoes don't match.

What if?

What if i stumble, what if i fall?
The Lord picks me up in no time at all.
He tends to my hurts,
and shines light on the way.
Giving me hope for another day.

Father, You are my comfort,
my strength, and my song.
I look to the day when you bring me home.
In the meantime, my mission you've given to me,
steadfastly standing and shining for thee.

Lord, and if i stumble, I am sure you will be,
loving and faithfull as always to me.
Once again, you'll pick me up
and wash off the dirt,
loving and teaching and healing the hurt.


The passing of the seasons,
The swinging doors of time,
The many roads before us,
Which one do I claim as mine?

Forever onward trodding,
Back we can not go.
The path leads us forward
Where ever we choose to go.

The storms, although gloomy
are necessary to see
all the rays of hope
ahead of you and me.

The best we can hope for
During the rains and bright sunshine
Is a friend to walk beside us
who likes us most the time.
~pj johnson 6-4-2007 cr

Wednesday, June 25, 2008


Delighted to see you! Come sit for a spell.

Let me pour you some coffee. I hope you've been well.

Hey did ya' hear the news going round.

They found that ol' guy, looks like he drowned.

Makes me wonder to know if Ms. Catrina is safe.

Will she come back to town after her escape.

Thought I'd go by Miss Connies tomorrow.

She's been doing fine, but I'm worried of late. She's giving stuff away, and she cleaned up the gate. Boy, don't her gardens look fit for faeries! Yes, I'll give her a hug. She's had enough worries.

build it and they will come??

Actually, the chicks are already here and they're not very fond of the crunched quarters they're currently in.
At this point, framing is finished, sides have been wired, there's a sweet suite of nesting boxes on the second floor, and it's time to paint. Good job twinados! It's time to move it to the field and get the chicks into it.

frustrations cont.

lesson #1.....it hurts when you hammer your thumb instead of the nail.

Poor Rachel. She just is not a tool kinda person. Much more of a tree-hugger. She is determined though...chickie needs a new home.

frustration and building a new home

So, I just learned something. You...well, *I* can't upload a ton of photos all at once on dial up. Sheesh, it took thirty minutes just to share this single one. Blogging might not gain the top of my list of favorites if that continues. Especially, since my main objective was to combine my photos with my writings. ok. enough said.
The building part....lol..I don't care what it is. If you start to build a new home, you are going to have frustration. It's the nature of the beast. In this case, we've begun building new arks for our baby chickens. Miss Em did a wonderful job assisting dad with all the sawing. In the background you can see the begginings of the frame.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I AM...

I AM but a single breath in time. I wonder what lasting legacy can I possibly accomplish in such a short moment?

I AM a butterfly. I stuggle to break out of my cocoon so that I might flit from flower to flower and bask in the sun. I am anxious to spread my wings and drink life's nectar. I wonder if I have what it takes to keep trying because so often I am tired and it would be easier to give up. ....To stay in my shell and slowly fade away.

I AM a fisherman, casting about in the sea of life. I bait my hook and cast, hoping to reel in a dream or two. I wonder why; life, in her cruelness only sends me stick bass.

I AM a precious sterling silver tea set, placed on the shelf and forgottten. Tarnished with age and neglect, I wonder If I will ever again feel appreciated and useful. If only someone would take the time to pay attention to me, I would once again shine and grace the table.

I AM the foundation of our family. While so much is constantly piled on top of me; I remain strong and sturdy. I am the corner stone. Set firmly and squared, so that all that comes after me will not fall. ....will NOT fail. My children view life thru the windows that I hold. My husband can be confident that his castle will stand forever. My neighbors and community are assured that they have a safe house in thier midst. My God sees his banner flying high from the towers. But I wonder...am I enough? Can I stand thru another tornado. When the next storm assails my walls, can I still find the strength to stand?