Hide 'n' SleekNot

Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field; the which when a man hath found, he hideth, and for joy thereof goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field. ~Matthew 13:44

My Life Is Peachy

Seventy-five peaches became:

Pie

Cobbler

Sorry. It was lookin' kinda dull and ugly to me.

A dozen half-pints of peach preserves.

Another fifty or so peaches are staring me in the face. Rude. I wish they'd mind their own business.

Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ. ~Galatians 6:2

Thistle

Eeyore's favorite food. A 78? I'm not sure of the number assignment, but etched in my memory is the little, yellow, grooved disk my sister and I spun over and over on the record player, listening to a Winnie the Pooh tale of what the animals liked best to eat.


Theophilus thistle sifter. I was five years old. The first tongue twister I learned.

That other weed? After 3 weeks, the delicate center portion was barely beginning to show signs of aging. Mostly, though, I was a little tired of looking at it, so it's gone now.



If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. ~Galatians 5:25

Who Am I?

It's a game Son4 and I like to play. He was being some child actor in a syndicated sitcom when we left the receding waters of the pool yesterday, and I still haven't figured out who he is. Maybe he'll let me slide until next summer, when we can float around again. It's a lot harder to think on land.

I found this little ditty on a blog I like to visit: What Font Are You? While I'm not one to often poke into little quizzes such as this, the type it was intrigued me, so I did the questionnaire. It was interesting. No need to name the font I am, but this part of the description made me laugh: While you make your presence known, your message is a bit fuzzy. You are not the easiest person to understand, and you're not one for details. For cryin' in a bucket, hurt me.

I did the Which Austen Heroine Are You test once too. I'm glad I didn't wind up being someone's ugly little dog or something.

Just thought I'd share.


The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. II Peter 3:9

AstronomyNot

Still gathered at the table, post candle-blowing, I noticed Son4's arm resting on the back of a chair.

"What did you do to your arm?"

"Oh. Well...I noticed I had freckles on my arm in the shape of the Little Dipper, so I decided to connect the dots. Well, actually, I cheated a little. There wasn't a freckle here (pointing), so I added that one."



He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names. Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite. ~Psalm 147:4, 5