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God’s love

What is it about working in the garden that makes me fall in love with God again?

I could analyze it.

I could break it down and say that it’s the feeling of the waiting earth. The heavy-scented dirt in my hands, the dust filling the cracks within my palms covering me.

 Like God’s love.

Or it could be the sharp-ended hoe that I smash to the ground, cutting up unwanted roots from crab-grass and weeds, threatening to take over my garden.

Like my old-self.

It could be the exercise from digging and hauling and moving, making me alive but sore.

Like God changing me.

It could be the tiniest of seeds waiting so patiently to be planted, to be cared for and nurtured.

Like God’s Word.

Or it could be the fertilizer that I have to carefully mix within my red watering can, and sprinkle it evenly and carefully so I don’t accidentally kill anything.

Like the words from my mouth.

Or it could be the new growth popping out of the ground, so fresh and green and cheerful and abundant.

Like my faith.

It could be the anticipation of the harvest yet to come. The hardwork and the love put into the garden that will result in a bounty of deliciousness and joy.

Like the promise of eternal life.

I could analyze it all.

But as I dig, and weed, and plant, and separate, and fertilize, and harvest, and burn my shoulders, and sing my songs, I actually don’t think of any of that.

All I can think, the entire time I am out there is:





Happy New Year to all…

 This was a very good Christmas.

The gaffer has been off for a good week and a half already and doesn’t need to go back until next Monday. What joyful, grateful little moments I’ve been having with the extra snuggling, the giggling and being allowed to sleep in until 7:30 (did I brag yet that my gaffer will let me sleep in while he reads quietly in his room???? I’m also terribly scary in the morning).  Hubby has stopped doing tree work for a bit and is only working 6 x 24 hour shifts. Which you kind of feel when you do a whole lot of nothing. 

So. My knee. Have been going hardcore at the gym with physio. Am determined to strengthen as best as I can. Which means being extremely careful on the elliptical (have been trying it here and there) and leg extensions and leg curls. Carefully.  But I’m noticing that on the days I do not go to the gym, my knee is annoyed (ie constant cramping pain) and I keep stretching it out all day.  Anyhoo, so hubby had a very large package under the Christmas tree for me. And I opened it. And it was this:





 Isn’t it fabulous? It’s from Lee Valley and as you can see, tools are not included. It’s about 15″ off the ground with pneumatic tires (meaning the weight is distributed gorgeously so I don’t wreck any plants or soil when I drive over them) and it has steering. See that little black knob at the front? You just push yourself along and steer. Yes, the boys have been playing with it and it had to go in the basement for now as we have marvelously cheap parkay (butter?) floors which enable fun steering by all. And the huge tractor seat hugs your whole behind and it swivels. How wonderful is that? Granted, now I have to stretch a lot to get myself limber enough to keep my right knee mostly straight while I bend over, but I am happy with it. No more pain! What a man.


I did purchase a new journal for the year as I always do and this time I did not choose Moleskin (gasp!) as I found something with smaller lines. I love writing in books with very little space between the lines. I don’t know why. I like writing small? And I did write out my huge prayers for the  year and I sought out my ‘power’ verse. See, last year, my word was ‘Kind’ as in, be kind to others but really be more kind to yourself. Because I am not terribly kind to myself. This year, the words are from James 1:19-20 and they are, “Know this, my beloved: be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to anger because the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God.” So this year’s word is, Listen.  Listen to what people are saying. Listen to what God is saying. Listen to what my body is telling me. Listen to the earth as she groans and rumbles. Listen.

Which is kind of a cool word when you think about it. Especially considering my other lovely Christmas gift was a subscription to Sirius radio. Which I am loving. Two Christian music channels, music stations strictly from the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s (which I’ve missed since they shut down Oldies 1310 – I am a total oldies geek) and symphonies and a strict opera channel. Marvelous.

And to not listen to the negative. I don’t mean like, stand in front of your mirror and say, ‘I’m good enough, I’m smart enough and people like me’ a la Stuart Smalley (was that his name from SNL?) but not to listen to people. The other day an acquaintance was asking about my writing. Asked if there would be another book. This person has not bothered to read either book, so right away I stop listening to their opinion on anything (yes, I”m terribly fickle) and I explained there may  not be a third book. And that I was working on something completely different that I was enjoying. And that acquaintance said, “Well, whatever turns your crank. At least you have a hobby.”

I know, right? I almost snapped. But then it occured to me (James 1:19-20) that this person is not someone of whom I would take their opinion seriously. And I get it. There are a lot of people out there who do not get the writing game. They do not understand why it is so hard to write a book. They do not get it. And that’s fine. They are not what I would call kindred-spirits…

And now I send you to this link, because it’s marvelous and I fully live it…


Drinking: decaf soy egg nog latte (homemade)

Watching: ?

Reading: just finished ‘These Golden Years’ by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I finished it at 11:30pm and bawled like a baby. Am now back to ‘Withering Tights’







I don’t think I blogged about Toronto, did I? Hmm, hmmm. Ok.

So after meeting the brilliant Melissa of HCC, we went to three Chapters’ stores and I signed stock. Then she showed me how to catch a cab (not as easy as you think) and I spent half an hour in the back of a cab driving down Young. Or maybe it was Bay. I have no idea. And he dropped me off, safe and sound. So then I went to the ‘Library’ pub and had a cobb salad which was amazing and read December’s Vanity Fair with Johnny Depp on the cover? Crazy article about Randy Quaid in there if you’re interested. Then I fell asleep watching ‘Best in Show’ which is definitely one of my all-time favourites.  Then I woke up at 6 and had a bubble bath (they have deep tubs at the Royal York!) and then went to the Metro Convention Centre. There I had a breakfast thingy and met: Lesley Livingston (of Wondrous Strange), Vicki Grant (of Not Suitable for Family Viewing), Tish Cohen (of Truth About Delilah Blue), Dan Vyleta (of the Quiet Man), and Rachna Gilmore (of The Trouble with Dilly).  It was super cool. (And I got free books!!) And then I went up to the HarperCollins table and signed EIGHTY books! I met all kinds of people. Some were super friendly and would love to have hot chocolate with them and some were like, ‘just give me the book’. Then I got to walk around and I met other people and then I left.  

The train ride home was very packed and I was very lucky to be sitting next to someone who wasn’t a seat hogger and didn’t smell bad. He was a very nice lawyer type smart guy and we talked about music and books. But it was interesting because we didn’t really have the same tastes. But it just goes to show you that you can still meet interesting people. I mean, he let me listen to his ipod for goodness sakes and he did have some pretty good music on there that I will have to check out. The only one coming to mind at the moment is Jeff Buckley. Who is of course, fabulous, but he’s not Leonard Cohen (sorry Ron!)

Then the boys picked me up at the train station (sadly, my little one had a fever of 102.5) and hugged me. I found out that the gaffer had come home from school on Thursday, played outside with Daddy then came into the house and promptly started crying. When asked what was wrong, he tearfully cried out: I miss Mommy! She’s supposed to be in the kitchen making supper!

I’m so proud.

Ok, so I have all of these books, plus another one from Lee Strobel called ‘The Ambition’  and I just received Catherine McKenzie’s ‘Arranged‘.

Wait. I have 7 books to read and a book to write.

Uh oh.

Reading: The Girl Who Could Fly

Watching: Fifth Element

Drinking: some kind of chai tea. I ran out of syrup.

Public Speaking

The gaffer has to start practicing public speaking. Which he never has a problem with. It’s just who he is. Your typical fantastic A-type personality.  As I searched through his homework sheets, I found his public speaking page. He chose his topic. “My Pareants”.  He had to write down three ideas to talk about. While I made his lunch for school this is what he chose to write:

1)  My dad cuts down trees and wrorks at the fire stashion and studies.  (He’s studying for his promotional exam)

2) My mom makes brakefaist and shuper and she is beitifull.

3) We all go to Gret wolf loj and go camping and sking.

Note: I’m glad he put in my important qualities…

Listening to: Majic 100 because I’ve missed Codi Jefferies

Eating: water. sad, I know.

Watching: Batman lego Wii

Reading: another Beverly Lewis book. Just finished “Incarceron” by Catherine Fisher. Pretty good. Should make a good movie.


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