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On Sunday we spent some time outside

in the garden.

Mom had Grace planting herbs

and Jacob planting cucumbers.

Ethan was busy hammering together

another wooden garden frame.

 

I find my mom inspiring.

I did a little weeding

but spent most of the time

wandering around with my camera.

I enjoy how she has little personal touches around.

Like this “My Garden” sign

and the birdbath.

And this clever way

to keep track of the garden gloves.

These old wagon wheels must’ve

come from the farm and are now propped up by the shed.

She loves her garden shed.

She even has a little twin-sized bed in it.

Dad and Mom take naps there sometimes.

Just for fun.

An old enamel tub had pototoes in it,

waiting to be planted.

And I found this old piece of iron

on the fence post that helps

contain the concord grape vines. . . . .

all these things say to me

“Mom’s been here!  Mom’s been here!”

Almost like her signature was signed

with a flourish all over the gardens.

“The more things thou learnest to know and enjoy,

the more complete and full will be for thee

the delight of living.”

Phalen

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On Sunday we spent some time outside

in the garden.

Mom had Grace planting herbs

and Jacob planting cucumbers.

Ethan was busy hammering together

another wooden garden frame.

 

I find my mom inspiring.

I did a little weeding

but spent most of the time

wandering around with my camera.

I enjoy how she has little personal touches around.

Like this “My Garden” sign

and the birdbath.

And this clever way

to keep track of the garden gloves.

These old wagon wheels must’ve

come from the farm and are now propped up by the shed.

She loves her garden shed.

She even has a little twin-sized bed in it.

Dad and Mom take naps there sometimes.

Just for fun.

An old enamel tub had pototoes in it,

waiting to be planted.

And I found this old piece of iron

on the fence post that helps

contain the concord grape vines. . . . .

all these things say to me

“Mom’s been here!  Mom’s been here!”

Almost like her signature was signed

with a flourish all over the gardens.

“The more things thou learnest to know and enjoy,

the more complete and full will be for thee

the delight of living.”

Phalen

This Saturday we are traveling back home to celebrate Rich’s Grandma’s 90th birthday.  I decided to give her a framed photo of the children in front of the quilts that she made each of them when they were born.

A garden of Love grows in a Grandmother’s heart.  ~Author Unknown

“It’s the one job that I dream of.  It’s the task I think of most.  For if I fail my little fellows, I’d have nothing else to boast.  For the wealth and fame I’d gather, all my future would be sad; if I fail to be successful as my little fellows’ Dad.”  -song lyrics

“A MAN IS LOVED

not for how tall he stands,

but for how often he bends

to help, comfort, and teach.”

Happy Father’s Day

Do you have a favorite memory of your
father, grandfather or husband?
If so,please share!

(my favorite picture of me, Dad, and sister) 

(my mom and dad)

Jacob, age 10

Ethan, age 9

Grace, age 7

David, age 4

Caleb, age 1

The camera is intimidating, but very interesting and fun.
Rich loves that he can now take even faster rapid-fire photos.
I thought the pictures looked better on the camera monitor, so I was a little disappointed after downloading them onto the computer.
I watched the DVD that came w/the camera 2 times.
I love the wide lens.
I am excited about trying to take pictures of the birds at the feeder.
For that I will need to sit still for a while.  Not easy!

Other than photography. . . . .
I talked to sister, mom, and dad on the phone.
We went out for ice cream, errands, and to pick up pizza.
I’ve been cleaning, doing laundry, and reading.
It’s been a nice day.

I don’t deserve it.  I don’t.  I feel so humbled by this gift.  Humbled but VERY HAPPY!

I hardly even know what to say!  Rich bought me it for me tonight.  Funny, as we left Costco the guy checking our receipt handed it back to Rich and said, “Happy Father’s Day” in an impressed voice because of the camera.  Rich and I had a good chuckle over that.   We laughed because, it’s really for ME!

I’m almost afraid to open the box.  I have a lot to learn about the camera, but most of you know by now that I love to find pictures. . . . . . .

I caught Caleb “helping” his daddy get ready for work this morning.  The pictures reminded me of this poem that I read a while ago:

          There are little eyes upon you,
           And they are watching night and day;
          There are little ears that quickly take
           In every word you say;
           There are little hands all eager to do
           Everything you do,
           And a little child who’s dreaming of
           The day he’ll be like you.

You’re the little child’s idol,
You’re the wisest of the wise,
In his little mind about you,
No suspicions ever rise;
He believes in you devoutly,
Holds all you say and do;
He will say and do in your way when
He’s grown up to be like you.

          There’s a wide eyed little child who
          Believes you’re always right,
          And his ears are always open and he
          Watches day and night;
           You are setting an example
           Everyday in all you do
           For the little child who’s waiting
          To grow up to be like you.

I don’t have enough pictures on my blog of my husband.  Our relationship is so special and I am so very thankful for him.  He’s a godly man, loving husband, and a wonderful Dad to our 5 children.  He is #1 in my life (after my relationship with God, of course)

Here are some pictures that were taken today (after the rain stopped):

I love my husband!

As I look at these pictures, I am remembering a song that I heard 11 years ago, when Rich and I were first married.  I don’t have the recording anymore and haven’t heard it in about 9-ish years, but the words remain in my heart as “our song”.  It is a soft, gently sung song, by Clint Black, he wrote it for his wife, and he played only the guitar as he performed it.  I love the words (I just looked them up on the internet and copied and pasted them here):

“It’s Something That We Do”–song lyrics

I remember well the day we wed
I can see that picture in my head
I still believe the words we said
Forever will ring true
Love is certain, love is kind
Love is yours and love is mine
But it isn’t something that we find
It’s something that we do
It’s holding tight, lettin’ go
It’s flying high and laying low
Let your strongest feelings show
And your weakness, too
It’s a little and a lot to ask
An endless and a welcome task
Love isn’t something that we have
It’s something that we do
We help to make each other all that we can be
Though we can find our strength and inspiration independently
The way we work together is what sets our love apart
So closely that you can’t tell where I end and where you start
It gives me heart remembering how
We started with a simple vow
There’s so much to look back on now
Still it feels brand-new
We’re on a road that has no end
And each day we begin again
Love’s not just something that we’re in
It’s something that we do
We help to make each other all that we can be
Though we can find our strength and inspiration independently
The way we work together is what sets our love apart
So closely that you can’t tell where I end and where you start
Love is wide, love is long
Love is deep and love is strong
Love is why I love this song
And I hope you love it too
I remember well the day we wed
I can see that picture in my head
Love isn’t just those words we said
It’s something that we do
There’s no request too big or small
We give ourselves, we give our all
Love isn’t someplace that we fall
It’s something that we do

Ethan took the photos of us (the little guy with the hole in his pants and dirty bare feet!) and Jake took the last one.  I love my family so much. . . . .