"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Ten on Tuesday: 4/1/14

1.  The med. garden project continues.  Last week-end Zach, Audra and the boys came to the farm and we laid out the outer octagon and the central square with actual math, strings and stakes. I should have taken a photo while it was up in its entirety but now only the important guides remain.  I really like it squared with the space.

2.  I set my Dad a mission of locating some used brick for me, so I could brick the remaining path and the rest.  He found some that had been in the sidewalks of downtown before they were removed and the walks cemented.  I love the idea of having some of them in my gardens, bringing some history from my home town out here to my home in the country.

3. Last week my spiritual book study group traveled to T-Town to hear Rev. John Phillip Newell speak at Boston Avenue Methodist Church. Rev. Newell is the former Warden of Iona Abbey in the western isles of Scotland, an ordained minister of the Church of Scotland and currently is Companion Theologian for the American Spirituality Center of Casa del Sol at Ghost Ranch in the high desert of New Mexico where he and his wife spend their summers.  Here is a link to his page about Ghost Ranch. J. Phillip Newell. I found him to be a very peaceful, illuminating and happy man and all of us enjoyed the trip immensely.  We may have gotten into trouble with the sisters at St. Joseph's Monastery, where we stayed the night, for being too noisy after the sun had gone down. Sigh. Great fun.
I have include this lovely picture taken from Iona to bless you.

4.  Early Sunday morning and on throughout the rest of the night we were visited by earthquakes, eleven of them, accordion to those who keep track of these things.  The epicenter was twelve to fifteen miles north of Crescent/ twenty something miles southeast of Enid. Those numbers puts it very close to my back yard but it was a really a little southeast of here, more in the Marshall area. No wonder we were almost shaken out of bed.  The seismic readings said the strongest was only 4.4 but that was strong enough to 'scare the peewaddlin out of me', as we say. There IS a tremendous amount of horizontal drilling going on in this area so I was not surprised that the earth is moving around. Have you ever googled how that whole process works? It is worth the time it takes to pull something up and gain a better understanding of what is going on. Here is a link to an interesting video about our quakes and the ones in California on Friday. Earthquake

5. The new native grasses are up and growing in the cemetery, along with the daffodils we planted on Danny's grave. Nice. He would like that. Ron's headstone is up as well. Very nice.  I have my doubts about the viability of the little oak up there. Hmmm....High ground, no rain....it looks iffy. If it is dead I'll have the tree place come out and plant one for me. Their's seem to do better. We'll see. Maybe something a little better suited to this climate. Oaks do not do well here, not even Blackjacks. Our soil is wrong for those guys.

6.  The Elms are green with seed and Peach is in full bloom and has new leaves giggling along her limbs, as do some of the Lilacs, but the trees are having none of it. Our Redbuds are beginning to bloom and the Quince has unfurled a very few hesitant blooms, not really a commitment yet but close. However, the daffodil family is deep into party mode, scattered across the yard and dancing in small groups around the bases of still sleeping trees. Those guys know how to throw a party and make it last! (There are leaves but no sign of buds from the Tulips. Probably ran into some kind of trouble in transit, you know, lost luggage and all that. It happens. They'll be here when the time is right. )

7.  I'm toying with the idea of moving some of the millions of Daylillies south of the big elm tree to make a wading area for the grandkids. Something like a plastic lined path with sand in the bottom and just deep enough for small feet to wade in. There's nothing better on a hot sumer afternoon. Maybe add a couple of flat rocks for hopping across or sitting upon.

8.  The Mourning Doves are singing their courting songs outside my window. Why am I in here typing away in front of a screen while they are out in the gorgeous, enjoying?

9. Dad was out last week-end when Audie and her bunch were here and A caught this wonderful picture of him standing beside little Rowan. Rowan is just turned one year and Dad is 88. My grandkids seem to really like their Great Grandpa and Ro even held out his little arms to Dad to be held by him, finally. First time. It was wonderful. You know how shy little kids can be of new faces.

      10. As a side note, Rowan is not the youngest of the great grandkids, there is one even younger, sweet little Bailee Brown who is only 'almost' 5 months young up in Seattle, WA.  This family shot from last summer is very close to having all the great grands all together. Anna, Allison's beautiful daughter, is missing and though Bailee is in the picture (in her momma's tummy, second from left, back row) you can't see her lovely little face. What a fun bunch to call family! Lots of history here.

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