We recently were able to have one of the girls' friends over on a stop over on her way to a missions trip, she requested a quick photo shoot by our resident photography artist, our youngest daughter Rebecca. : )
I hope you will enjoy the photos HERE.
Note the old, old, Ford "Jubilee" edition tractor!
Blessings to All... The Last Child in the Woods, ~Amelia
P.S. I'm getting ready to go try my hand in the "Little Town" today to do some simple shopping.
P.S.S. EDIT. 5.3.11 Please feel free to see the link for David Wilkerson's last blog at my Vision for a Godly Home blog. Please pray for the Wilkerson Family. Brother Wilkerson will be sorely missed, a huge loss for us still on this earth.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Do Not Run!
Byran, Mr. B's right hand man tells us that if we see the mountain lion on our property we are to look he or she in the eye and DO NOT RUN. Look it in the eye and stare it down. DO NOT RUN.
The other evening, it had been somewhat of an emotional tiring day...You know how it is some days. Some days are just like that. I'm walking along in my nice billowy black and white checked romantically long and I reiterate billowy seersucker skirt. Now to go with my romantic billowy skirt I adorn my feet with pink trekkers. Yes they are wonderful, they are my walking shoes when I want tennies without the bulk as when I'm wearing a skirt.
So I'm enjoying the feel of the breeze and the evening light as Charlie dog and I cruise pass the woods in my pink trekkers. It was wonderful, pools of light filtering into the forest there to my right, it almost had a jungle effect. Just over the barbed wire fence is our Forest Cathedral Ranch, our homestead, two totally different worlds divided by a barbed wire fence.
But what do I hear? A rustle in the woods! Charlie dog's ears perk up! He runs into the woods and what do I do? Do I stand strong? Do I look at this rustling creature (the thing) in the eye?
NO. I RUN!
As I was running I was thinking that I was in better shape than I thought! (Kind of a nice thought!) God sure works in mysterious ways! But I then thought of Byran's wise words.
DO NOT RUN.
I'm seeing flashes of black and white seersucker and pink trekker straps in a jumble as I look down at the ground running. I realized the "thing" is probably running after me and that I should NOT be RUNNING. I turn around jogging backwards and no lion or "thing". I had not even a tiny can of pepper spray with me, let alone Byran's shotgun. There was no Charlie dog in sight. I alternated walking quickly, a bit on the panicked side, forwards and backwards back to our home calling for my beloved Charlie dog madly clapping my hands.
Finally as I huffed and puffed turning to face the woods as I was walking backwards there ....Charlie finally came running after me...*relief*
My buddy Charlie and I walked on kind of like the clip of Andy Griffith and Opie, yep, me in my billowy skirt and...Charlie dog. (I know, Andy Griffith definitely does not wear skirts! Horrors!)
Do I dare mention that even Charlie dog kept turning around and looking in back of us? It was almost as if he too suspected something coming after us!
I could hear the voices of my four daughters gardening in the front of the house as my trekker clad feet and Charlie's paws quickly carried us.
There were the girls, hubs working on the garden that evening.
We were to later see two bunnies scampering about, having the best time ever, yes sirrie, two little cotton tails. I couldn't help but wonder if those two sweet little bunnies were what made the ruckus in the woods.
Since? We've seen a mother deer and it's fawn nursing, is that not the sweetest? We've seen our new little neighbor, a turtle in the pond along with two snakes one morning...
Pictures in the theatre of my mind of Marianna driving the riding lawn mower we call, "Alvin" after Alvin York. Rebecca in the back her legs hanging over the wagon and it's the sweetest thing ever. Those girls are so loving it all...How could a person not?
Even today, it was only Charlie and I who ventured down the barbed fence trail next to the forest, the two tiny schitzus and poodle purposely stay back. Interesting. I wonder if they sense something in the forest? For a week or so the two schitzus and toy poodle will not go down by the forest unless it's a huge group of folks.
So far we've had a nice time with the girls' friends coming over, delightful, and yes, we did manage a twilight walk with hubs, our girls and their visitors and four doglets. (To me the twilight hour was on the edge knowing the "thing" could be watching us as it grew dark). Charlie the wonder dog did bolt out to the ranch in back of us towards a herd of wild baby piglets. You must know Charlie has been known to run circles around the neighbor bull! We also had a scare with Guisseppe the older Schitzu with cataracts... he mosies along and the poor little fella can't see well. I about had a tissy when we got back home in the dark and no Guisseppe. Hubs and I were about to hop into his little car to roam the beaten trail with headlights on and here comes Guisseppe roaming up out of the darkness after we about had a cow of our own calling for the older little gent.
The two suburban guys were fascinated...One of them? His parents were both doctors in a city, now passed away. The only country he knows is a camp he had attended as a boy...So it was great seeing him enjoy things, things other than synthetic fancy cars and such. Real beauty. God's creation.
The two young men shared how tranquil it is and how they were ministered to by it all. Mission accomplished. God's mission that is.
God bless you all, may we all be blessings to others this week.
The other evening, it had been somewhat of an emotional tiring day...You know how it is some days. Some days are just like that. I'm walking along in my nice billowy black and white checked romantically long and I reiterate billowy seersucker skirt. Now to go with my romantic billowy skirt I adorn my feet with pink trekkers. Yes they are wonderful, they are my walking shoes when I want tennies without the bulk as when I'm wearing a skirt.
So I'm enjoying the feel of the breeze and the evening light as Charlie dog and I cruise pass the woods in my pink trekkers. It was wonderful, pools of light filtering into the forest there to my right, it almost had a jungle effect. Just over the barbed wire fence is our Forest Cathedral Ranch, our homestead, two totally different worlds divided by a barbed wire fence.
But what do I hear? A rustle in the woods! Charlie dog's ears perk up! He runs into the woods and what do I do? Do I stand strong? Do I look at this rustling creature (the thing) in the eye?
NO. I RUN!
As I was running I was thinking that I was in better shape than I thought! (Kind of a nice thought!) God sure works in mysterious ways! But I then thought of Byran's wise words.
DO NOT RUN.
I'm seeing flashes of black and white seersucker and pink trekker straps in a jumble as I look down at the ground running. I realized the "thing" is probably running after me and that I should NOT be RUNNING. I turn around jogging backwards and no lion or "thing". I had not even a tiny can of pepper spray with me, let alone Byran's shotgun. There was no Charlie dog in sight. I alternated walking quickly, a bit on the panicked side, forwards and backwards back to our home calling for my beloved Charlie dog madly clapping my hands.
Finally as I huffed and puffed turning to face the woods as I was walking backwards there ....Charlie finally came running after me...*relief*
My buddy Charlie and I walked on kind of like the clip of Andy Griffith and Opie, yep, me in my billowy skirt and...Charlie dog. (I know, Andy Griffith definitely does not wear skirts! Horrors!)
Do I dare mention that even Charlie dog kept turning around and looking in back of us? It was almost as if he too suspected something coming after us!
I could hear the voices of my four daughters gardening in the front of the house as my trekker clad feet and Charlie's paws quickly carried us.
There were the girls, hubs working on the garden that evening.
We were to later see two bunnies scampering about, having the best time ever, yes sirrie, two little cotton tails. I couldn't help but wonder if those two sweet little bunnies were what made the ruckus in the woods.
Since? We've seen a mother deer and it's fawn nursing, is that not the sweetest? We've seen our new little neighbor, a turtle in the pond along with two snakes one morning...
Pictures in the theatre of my mind of Marianna driving the riding lawn mower we call, "Alvin" after Alvin York. Rebecca in the back her legs hanging over the wagon and it's the sweetest thing ever. Those girls are so loving it all...How could a person not?
Even today, it was only Charlie and I who ventured down the barbed fence trail next to the forest, the two tiny schitzus and poodle purposely stay back. Interesting. I wonder if they sense something in the forest? For a week or so the two schitzus and toy poodle will not go down by the forest unless it's a huge group of folks.
So far we've had a nice time with the girls' friends coming over, delightful, and yes, we did manage a twilight walk with hubs, our girls and their visitors and four doglets. (To me the twilight hour was on the edge knowing the "thing" could be watching us as it grew dark). Charlie the wonder dog did bolt out to the ranch in back of us towards a herd of wild baby piglets. You must know Charlie has been known to run circles around the neighbor bull! We also had a scare with Guisseppe the older Schitzu with cataracts... he mosies along and the poor little fella can't see well. I about had a tissy when we got back home in the dark and no Guisseppe. Hubs and I were about to hop into his little car to roam the beaten trail with headlights on and here comes Guisseppe roaming up out of the darkness after we about had a cow of our own calling for the older little gent.
The two suburban guys were fascinated...One of them? His parents were both doctors in a city, now passed away. The only country he knows is a camp he had attended as a boy...So it was great seeing him enjoy things, things other than synthetic fancy cars and such. Real beauty. God's creation.
The two young men shared how tranquil it is and how they were ministered to by it all. Mission accomplished. God's mission that is.
God bless you all, may we all be blessings to others this week.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
A Mountain Lion. A Baby Deer...Ballet Shoes.
Yes, a Mountain Lion, Cougar whatever you would like to call it. Some call it a Panther. Our oldest daughter Lea, saw the creature last week mid morning. Wow. Mr. B had just told the girls there was a Panther in the area and his ranch hand tells us there are more than one....enough of them.
Lea was strolling-tootling along whatever sounds good and she heard a pig's squeal, most likely a wild pig, and a scuffle was heard in the woods next to us....then. Then. Then Lea sees the back of a muscular very large cat, a lioness type animal walking away. Not a bob-cat mind you, but a very large lioness type of animal.
Lea comes in in her white sunglasses and pink feminine t-shirt and nonchalantly tells us what she saw. Never underestimate us girls for our toughness at times. It's strange; hurt our feelings? We get pretty upset. A mountain lion? We are amused. ; )
The next day, Mr. B's right hand man came over with a hunting gun for us to borrow, it was funny in a way. He's a tough guy but a softie on the inside, he proudly carries photos of his grandbabies and wife in his cell phone. He tells us he likes the house here, he's a nice guy, a hoot in his dryness. He looked over at my formal table and my little butler statue holding apple shaped salt and pepper shakers next to an unhung Thomas Kinkade picture. He had been telling us to shoot the lion if it came on our property and call him so he could see it. Our dining set was bought for a price of a mere single chair from one of my husband's clients, it's a beautiful Ernest Hemingway table set that had been sitting at a doctor's ranch, I presume not used? As Mr. B's right hand man studied the table, the butler statue and the surroundings I know what he was thinking in the theatre of his mind...(It's funny) He looked back around at us with serious soldier eyes and dryly says, "You're living in the country now."
I could have said, "Yes, we've lived here before", but instead Marianna and I smiled Southern Bellish and nodded our heads. : )
That day my mind was filled with thoughts from the old movies, "Giant" and "The Snows of Kilamanjaro". Thoughts of the characters Elizabeth Taylor and Ava Gardner played in those movies were very vivid that day in the theatre of my mind.
Our Home Whispers an Interesting Story
I later walked through the house in the dining and den and it really does speak a funny story. A fancy dining table covered in a green table cloth with a hunting gun on top it. My Baby Becca's (She's 17 but still my baby) her ballet pointe shoes in the corner (she takes from a Holy Spirit filled ballet teacher in a blatantly Christian studio) the shoes laying atop a laptop on the rustic floor next to my grandfather's old Wurlitzer piano that survived a fire years ago in the 40s....
The Lord sure has a sense of humor...Yes He does. : ) I wonder what He must think when He sees what is in the theatre of people's minds, the preconceived notions and what He knows to be true and truth, the real story behind the scenes....
A Baby Deer.
Speaking of creatures...Speaking of my baby Becca. She was jogging on the property several days ago, What did she see? A wobbling long legged little creature coming towards her. It was a baby deer! He suddenly stopped and Becca walked slowly towards it, the little creature was frightened and ran into the forest. Is that not the sweetest thing?
The Great Divide
I've noticed lately, there are two kinds of people that come to this house and our sweet land here. One kind walks in and gapes and smiles from ear to ear loving this land, this place....One young lady told her friend how wonderful it was here....She shares how wonderful of a feeling it is, how life stops in such a good way here. Another youngish man smiles ear to ear telling us similar sentiments.
...But in-between the sweet, uplifting comments and sweet souls and kindred spirits there tends to be a mountain lion.
They look at us with disdain for various reasons, maybe they have a pet habit or rather unrepented sin of manipulation and control. Their many times velvet claws are quiet and smooth. They would like for us to abandon our principles and convictions in so many ways. They can be worse than a mountain lion or any snake... Evil I tell you. Evil. It's amazing how some think they can be in other's business, their cowardly hearts so full of insecurities and many times a love of the worldly, seeming to hate the sweet things of the Lord as they speak of church in the next breath.
I read this, this morning in my devotional, Streams in the Desert
An excerpt:
Cowardice will come and say, "You must retreat to the world's ways of acting. It is too difficult for you to continue living the part of a Christian. Abandon your principles." Yet no matter how much Satan may pressure me to follow his course, I cannot, for I am a child of God. The Lord's divine decree has commanded me to go from "Strength to strength" (Ps. 84:7) Therefore I will, and neither death nor hell will turn me from my course. And if for a season He calls me to "stand firm," I will acknowledge it as time to renew my strength for greater strides in the future.
I'm enjoying God's creation but do hope to get into the swing of things and get settled a bit better. Looking forward to sweet fellowship with new friends and getting together with old ones. We have several friends who live in this very area, it's been fun for the girls and us too, touring a friend's vegetable garden seeing their sweet cow. Girls meeting up with their nice friends here, riding together to events. Neat. Very neat. I like it. : )
Pray for us as we settle, still working on our well water, the satellite internet is glitchy so I'm not online quite as much so perhaps that may explain my extended absences.
Miss everyone. A hug.
~The Last Child in the Woods... ~Amelia
Lea was strolling-tootling along whatever sounds good and she heard a pig's squeal, most likely a wild pig, and a scuffle was heard in the woods next to us....then. Then. Then Lea sees the back of a muscular very large cat, a lioness type animal walking away. Not a bob-cat mind you, but a very large lioness type of animal.
Lea comes in in her white sunglasses and pink feminine t-shirt and nonchalantly tells us what she saw. Never underestimate us girls for our toughness at times. It's strange; hurt our feelings? We get pretty upset. A mountain lion? We are amused. ; ) The next day, Mr. B's right hand man came over with a hunting gun for us to borrow, it was funny in a way. He's a tough guy but a softie on the inside, he proudly carries photos of his grandbabies and wife in his cell phone. He tells us he likes the house here, he's a nice guy, a hoot in his dryness. He looked over at my formal table and my little butler statue holding apple shaped salt and pepper shakers next to an unhung Thomas Kinkade picture. He had been telling us to shoot the lion if it came on our property and call him so he could see it. Our dining set was bought for a price of a mere single chair from one of my husband's clients, it's a beautiful Ernest Hemingway table set that had been sitting at a doctor's ranch, I presume not used? As Mr. B's right hand man studied the table, the butler statue and the surroundings I know what he was thinking in the theatre of his mind...(It's funny) He looked back around at us with serious soldier eyes and dryly says, "You're living in the country now." I could have said, "Yes, we've lived here before", but instead Marianna and I smiled Southern Bellish and nodded our heads. : )That day my mind was filled with thoughts from the old movies, "Giant" and "The Snows of Kilamanjaro". Thoughts of the characters Elizabeth Taylor and Ava Gardner played in those movies were very vivid that day in the theatre of my mind.
Our Home Whispers an Interesting Story
I later walked through the house in the dining and den and it really does speak a funny story. A fancy dining table covered in a green table cloth with a hunting gun on top it. My Baby Becca's (She's 17 but still my baby) her ballet pointe shoes in the corner (she takes from a Holy Spirit filled ballet teacher in a blatantly Christian studio) the shoes laying atop a laptop on the rustic floor next to my grandfather's old Wurlitzer piano that survived a fire years ago in the 40s....The Lord sure has a sense of humor...Yes He does. : ) I wonder what He must think when He sees what is in the theatre of people's minds, the preconceived notions and what He knows to be true and truth, the real story behind the scenes....
A Baby Deer.
Speaking of creatures...Speaking of my baby Becca. She was jogging on the property several days ago, What did she see? A wobbling long legged little creature coming towards her. It was a baby deer! He suddenly stopped and Becca walked slowly towards it, the little creature was frightened and ran into the forest. Is that not the sweetest thing?
The Great Divide
I've noticed lately, there are two kinds of people that come to this house and our sweet land here. One kind walks in and gapes and smiles from ear to ear loving this land, this place....One young lady told her friend how wonderful it was here....She shares how wonderful of a feeling it is, how life stops in such a good way here. Another youngish man smiles ear to ear telling us similar sentiments....But in-between the sweet, uplifting comments and sweet souls and kindred spirits there tends to be a mountain lion.
They look at us with disdain for various reasons, maybe they have a pet habit or rather unrepented sin of manipulation and control. Their many times velvet claws are quiet and smooth. They would like for us to abandon our principles and convictions in so many ways. They can be worse than a mountain lion or any snake... Evil I tell you. Evil. It's amazing how some think they can be in other's business, their cowardly hearts so full of insecurities and many times a love of the worldly, seeming to hate the sweet things of the Lord as they speak of church in the next breath.I read this, this morning in my devotional, Streams in the Desert
An excerpt:
Cowardice will come and say, "You must retreat to the world's ways of acting. It is too difficult for you to continue living the part of a Christian. Abandon your principles." Yet no matter how much Satan may pressure me to follow his course, I cannot, for I am a child of God. The Lord's divine decree has commanded me to go from "Strength to strength" (Ps. 84:7) Therefore I will, and neither death nor hell will turn me from my course. And if for a season He calls me to "stand firm," I will acknowledge it as time to renew my strength for greater strides in the future.
I'm enjoying God's creation but do hope to get into the swing of things and get settled a bit better. Looking forward to sweet fellowship with new friends and getting together with old ones. We have several friends who live in this very area, it's been fun for the girls and us too, touring a friend's vegetable garden seeing their sweet cow. Girls meeting up with their nice friends here, riding together to events. Neat. Very neat. I like it. : )
Pray for us as we settle, still working on our well water, the satellite internet is glitchy so I'm not online quite as much so perhaps that may explain my extended absences.
Miss everyone. A hug.
~The Last Child in the Woods... ~Amelia
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
We're Here!
With tears in my eyes sitting here listening to Steve Green's Sail to Heaven's Shore, "Give us courage....lead us on..."
We're here and moved in, it seems like a dream come true. : ) I feel like we are home now. The first morning we awoke here I did miss my suburban street and neighbors though, it was a strange feeling indeed. We all felt a little out of sorts. Fatigue, change, all of that stuff....
The beauty here is not easy to describe, it is much like being able to relive something from my past, something I have missed and had had sorrow that I moved from it.
Our girls are loving the serenity and beauty of it all as well, and of course we are decluttering and blessing others making frequent drop-offs at the donation center.
A couple of days before we moved in, one of the neighbors brought over two beautiful fern hanging baskets, my husband choked up over the phone reading their note to me. It's nice to be loved and appreciated.
The girls have had some of their sweet friends to come and visit too, and a wonderful gem of a friend drove almost an hour to come help us the day we moved in, she and her two precious kids and another sweet little girl from another family. It's so nice to see smiling faces to greet us and spur us on. At least for me it is...I always say when we first move in it's the best time to have company, we have an excuse for a mess! ; )
We went out to eat the second night at the little restaurant in the little town that we always remembered....Oh my goodness! Not one thing has changed!!! It was amazing!!! Such fun! On the way to the little town, it was surreal, it was in the evening and the golden sunlight filtering through the trees was incredible...I just cannot put the feelings in words. It was like God was giving me a second chance to enjoy this beautiful place, ....He has.
Mr. B. has stopped by twice and we are amazed by this sweet man. Amazed. He is a special friend indeed. Sharp as a tack. He brought his daughter and husband to meet us last Sunday. Nice people. I'm so very blessed, Mr. B remembers each of our daughter's name and ages, he remembered Rebecca does photography... I'm just amazed, just simply amazed at this man's care.
I'm learning once again to make sure and heed the quietness and appreciate it, to not seek community from others who may not be showing community for whatever reason. To just rest in the Lord. As I type this, I smile (a little) because hubs and I have been tempted to wonder and be a little upset about a few who aren't really showing much care at all, but we know God has a reason for absences that seem loud to our ears on certain days. It's okay.
In the quiet there is a huge blessing, a blessing that I adore...a blessing of the Lord's Presence! How can I complain?! Way too much beauty around to complain! Look what the Lord has done!
It's lovely here, and oh I must tell you how nice to listen to soothing sweet old fashioned Christian music in this environment...Classical music, and even old jazz, The Girl from Ipanema....and just listening to nature, birds singing their sweet choruses, viewing the swaying trees watching ripples across the pond...neat sounds....neat sights...
So please dear friends, please know our internet connection is glitchy and unavailable on certain days and we're here trying to get well water and dishwashers and washing machines fixed and working etc. etc.
Okay. Now for a walk with my doglets and preparation for that Greek dish I'm going to try for sup. Yes indeedie!
We're here and moved in, it seems like a dream come true. : ) I feel like we are home now. The first morning we awoke here I did miss my suburban street and neighbors though, it was a strange feeling indeed. We all felt a little out of sorts. Fatigue, change, all of that stuff....
The beauty here is not easy to describe, it is much like being able to relive something from my past, something I have missed and had had sorrow that I moved from it.
Our girls are loving the serenity and beauty of it all as well, and of course we are decluttering and blessing others making frequent drop-offs at the donation center.
A couple of days before we moved in, one of the neighbors brought over two beautiful fern hanging baskets, my husband choked up over the phone reading their note to me. It's nice to be loved and appreciated.
The girls have had some of their sweet friends to come and visit too, and a wonderful gem of a friend drove almost an hour to come help us the day we moved in, she and her two precious kids and another sweet little girl from another family. It's so nice to see smiling faces to greet us and spur us on. At least for me it is...I always say when we first move in it's the best time to have company, we have an excuse for a mess! ; )
We went out to eat the second night at the little restaurant in the little town that we always remembered....Oh my goodness! Not one thing has changed!!! It was amazing!!! Such fun! On the way to the little town, it was surreal, it was in the evening and the golden sunlight filtering through the trees was incredible...I just cannot put the feelings in words. It was like God was giving me a second chance to enjoy this beautiful place, ....He has.
Mr. B. has stopped by twice and we are amazed by this sweet man. Amazed. He is a special friend indeed. Sharp as a tack. He brought his daughter and husband to meet us last Sunday. Nice people. I'm so very blessed, Mr. B remembers each of our daughter's name and ages, he remembered Rebecca does photography... I'm just amazed, just simply amazed at this man's care.
I'm learning once again to make sure and heed the quietness and appreciate it, to not seek community from others who may not be showing community for whatever reason. To just rest in the Lord. As I type this, I smile (a little) because hubs and I have been tempted to wonder and be a little upset about a few who aren't really showing much care at all, but we know God has a reason for absences that seem loud to our ears on certain days. It's okay.
In the quiet there is a huge blessing, a blessing that I adore...a blessing of the Lord's Presence! How can I complain?! Way too much beauty around to complain! Look what the Lord has done!
It's lovely here, and oh I must tell you how nice to listen to soothing sweet old fashioned Christian music in this environment...Classical music, and even old jazz, The Girl from Ipanema....and just listening to nature, birds singing their sweet choruses, viewing the swaying trees watching ripples across the pond...neat sounds....neat sights...
So please dear friends, please know our internet connection is glitchy and unavailable on certain days and we're here trying to get well water and dishwashers and washing machines fixed and working etc. etc.
Okay. Now for a walk with my doglets and preparation for that Greek dish I'm going to try for sup. Yes indeedie!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
The Mood
We're packing up a storm and gradually moving things in...I wonder what this present house must think? It seems the walls are lonely without some of the pictures and things...
Here is a post done by my baby - Becca. She is our artist photographer...She truly has captured the mood in our family. Enjoy and be blessed!
Poetic Capture
Here is a post done by my baby - Becca. She is our artist photographer...She truly has captured the mood in our family. Enjoy and be blessed!
Poetic Capture
Monday, February 28, 2011
God's Handiwork From the Inside-Out
I can't believe it, the house is almost finished. Wow.
I look at the land and see the beauty of God's handiwork and I am in awe...
I look at this house, my husband doing so much of it himself and he has subbed the rest patiently...and I think wow. Look what God has done.
I look at our four girls, ages 17 to 28 and see the joy and happiness as they are enjoying the peace there when we go touch up things and move a few boxes, I hear my 28 year old daughter excitedly with anticipation telling us in the car on the way home,
"Oh it's going to be so much fun going back to the little restaurant in the little town!"
And I say wow. God you are so amazing...
When we first purchased the land, the girls were excited but at times some of them would become a little on the apprehensive side, I'll admit there were moments when Dh and I were also afraid at times, just little fears would try to come in... I would tell the Lord, "You have to help me Father", and He would, he would calm my anxious heart.
We've been in the burbs for almost ten years, we had moved here from the same country area... The girls now see the beauty of it all once again and we are actually enjoying the beautiful scenic country drive, it has become a perk! I'm thinking with God's help, good memories are kicking in and new ones being made.
I see my 17 year old with her camera, a budding, artistic photographer already in business for herself artfully gliding upon the land tip toeing through forest area with her camera, her artist brush...Oh it's great. God is great!
The other day when we were out there it was the most wonderful thing ever. Our 25 year old was driving the riding mower and pulling the little trailer wagon. Our 17 year old and she were sharing a seat with their arms around each other laughing and going on. So. Darling. Later our dd17 was in the wagon part as they scoured the land for trash pick up from construction etc. We hear laughing and laughing hard! I even hear a scream! I hear dd21 scream too as she watches and I think of the scene of "Since You Went Away" the old 40s movie where the young lady falls back into the hay wagon, so cute. Dd17 is falling over with the wagon! You would have to be there but it was so cute, just so precious...They laughed so hard their sides hurt!
The girls and I lining the newly painted kitchen cabinets and drawers....small talk chit chat, the things life is made of...
My husband quietly appreciates the excitement of the crew, so glad we are enjoying it and I can guarantee you he is equally glad to see the smiles and moments. The God given smiles and moments.
Now hubs and I? We have a blast there....
Once we were out in the near small towns and wouldn't you know it. We come across a railroad track in an old town and we see people gathered with movie cameras and such...
We pull our little car over wheeling it around the block of the old 30s buildings and run to the train track. People have their tripods set up waiting and we look down that track and we hear the whistle blow and it is an old steam engine train!!!! We were amazed. It was as if time had been frozen. I think the name of it, was something like the Rosebud Express, passengers were in the train as they waved. Oh what a day!
Yep, hubs and I, Jem and Scout...We had so much fun that day.
Hubs and I.... "Jem and Scout"
You can see the contemplation in my husband's face...he had recently lost his father.
You should see the wonderful job of the concrete stain my husband did on our floors, they are beautiful. He simply applied garden chemicals mixed with strong coffee and and the chemical reaction is amazing. He has glazed the top, sealing the work. So glad we made the slab smooth for that wonderfully artistic, warm, loft-look. It is an amazing, beautiful mahogany-maple color in mixed shades and patterns.
More pics of that to come.
Bye for now...The Last Child in the Woods ~Amelia
Monday, February 21, 2011
Since You Went Away. 1943.
A new entry on the wonderful old movie, "Since You Went Away" (1943)
at thats-italian, my recipe and story blog.
Enjoy and God Bless.
at thats-italian, my recipe and story blog.
Enjoy and God Bless.
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