Your Mental Garden
Resentment is an ugly thing,
It crowds the roses out;
Keep your mental garden fair,
Put harmful things to rout.
Seed-thoughts that you cultivate
Within your fertile mind,
Bring forth varied blossoms
According to their kind.
Anger, malice, worry, fear,
Are noxious mental seeds;
Quickly rid your mind of them
Before they choke as weeds.
Faith, gentleness, humility,
Truth, patience, selfless love,
Are specimens of seedlings rare,
Approved of God above.
Your mental garden is a place
In which you daily dwell;
Let nothing ugly flourish there,
Safeguard and tend it well.
You live with your thoughts—so be careful what they are. ~Eva Arrington
(Just a poem and a quote that I read this afternoon that encouraged me.)
I sat and watched our little half grown chickens yesterday. This one is Satin, she belongs to Miss Grace, and is very pretty and soft looking. I love her green legs.
The half-growns are in their own chicken group and as I watched, one of them decided that it was time for their mid-morning nap. She made a certain noise and they all went running under the bushes.
These two sat on a branch together, while the others sat down all feathery, to groom and sleep.
Ethan took this chicken picture this morning. They were under and in a pine tree.
My sister bought Sarah a cute hat and asked me to take some pictures of her in it.
These are from this morning, when the sun shines through the front windows of the house~
We went to the library today. I asked Grace to keep an eye on Seth while I went to the cookbook section.
When I came back, I saw this. I was glad that I had my camera in my purse.
After the library, lunch, and school, I went for a crispy crunchy walk with the boys and Sarah.
The leaves have fallen and make lots of noise as we walk….
The first thing Caleb did when we got to the library was run, wonk his head on the corner of the counter, and fall to the floor crying. He did it right in front of 2 librarians and no one helped me. Grace hugged him and I checked to make sure he was okay. It was a mercy he didn’t do it any harder or there would have been blood everywhere. The above poem, in the beginning of the post, has helped me get over the *feeling* of not being cared about today, in the library. Maybe they care, maybe they don’t. But, my little boy was hurt and no one said a word to him or asked us if he was okay. I asked for ice and someone walked back to get some, but still…without any concern for the poor boy. He was crying and holding his eye. **sigh**
Anyway, he’s okay.
Oh. Do I have to mention the pot? Yes, It’s part of his “knight” costume. I’ll show you the sword later………
Leaves are everywhere, including the stream.
David jumped off this rock and hurt his foot. Not too bad, thankfully.
The sword. This picture was taken by The Knight Himself.
(The sword is actually the rotissery thingy from our grill. As soon as we got home, I made The Brave Knight put it back.)
This picture was also taken by The Knight.
Witch hazel. Every season brings a new discovery around our property. These trees were right in plain sight but this was the first year I noticed them.
Pretty yellow, isn’t it? I put Sarah down in the dry leaves so I could pick a couple branches. They are now in a tall jar of water, on my table. Along with a candle and a beaver log (a log that has been chewed at both ends by our beaver.)
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Sorry for the abrupt ending. I had to go clean up a mess, which was, in Jacob’s opinion, “worse than poop”.