Thursday, September 25, 2014

H2O Lessons



I grew up with webbed feet, having lived most all of my days in the drizzly Pacific Northwest.  As children we learned to play in the rain.  Rubber boots and a rain slicker made possible all manner of H2O adventures; and even my walk to school was a charmed & charming experience.  The rough-and-tumble sort didn't bother to cover their heads.

Yesterday the wind picked up and something in the air clearly spelled change.  The organic scent of recently fallen & now decaying fruit laced the air.  Dirt & dried grass competed for olefactory supremacy ~ all of it carried here-and-there upon an Autumn breeze.  Rain drops eventually joined the convention, becoming torrential with each passing hour.  At once I was a child again, remembering the-rain play of yesteryear as well as the inspiration unique to the changing seasons.

At one point I donned my rubber boots & hooded jacket. I leashed up the furball in residence and away we went. She seemed to enjoy the kicking of leaves as much as I did, though I did not share her enchantment with worms ~ those slimy, squirmy Lumbricina summoned to the surface by a too much saturated earth.  Just beyond the fenced orchard in which we reside we encountered deer, three of them.  We must have been up-wind because they paid us no heed, continuing as they did to rob the neighbor's deer-proof, fenced orchard of as-yet unpicked apples.  I giggled a bit before "shoo'ing" them away.

The return trip brought a lump to my throat.  I was saddened to think that so many unsung, rainy days have long since passed from my life; my childhood but a fading chapter in my story.  How much of the rainy realm have I disdained as an inconvenience, or as an ugly substitute for the glories of summer?  How often have I missed an opportunity to kick leaves or watch grazing animals, even naughty ones through the mist?  How many years has it been since I owned, much less wore rubber boots & a slicker?  

"Too long!", I concluded; "too long".

So now I'm gathering up my rain gear once again to see what I might discover in today's downpour.  I hope it won't include worms.



" ... rejoice in the wisdom of a Father's heart 
and richly enjoy what is handed you day-by-day; 
that is the secret of life." 
~ Ray Stedman





What was a torrent only 
moments ago is now passed.
~ Me

Friday, September 12, 2014

Life at the Lodge

While the earth remains, seed time and harvest, 
and cold and heat, and summer and winter, 
and day and night shall not cease.
~ Genesis 8:22


Life in our little corner of the world couldn't be richer or more diverse.  The sweltering days of summer have suddenly morphed into the organically scented & cool air of Fall.  Temperatures have plummeted from 85/65 to 75/35.  My choices of attire have made an equally decided change as well.  Flannel shirts, sweaters & clogs occupy the space where once capris, sleeveless shirts & Flip Flops resided. 

The newest aspect of our lives is Maizie, the Labrador, Border Collie puppy that took up residence with us four weeks ago.  Nine weeks old when I picked her from the litter, she is definitely a treasure; & a smart treasure at that!  I probably needn't outline the work associated with having and raising a puppy (think toddler), but suffice it to say she is rarely out of sight.  I thought long & hard about having a dog since I'm allergic to them; cats are worse. However, I've yet to have an allergic reaction thanks to Zyrtec.    

What's more, we've found a Church home and have begun to sink roots.  Little-by-little we're meeting people, checking out Home Groups (aka cell, life or small group) & making our way around to determine where best to serve.  It's bound to be a bit of culture shock for us, going from a large body (2,000+) to one that's 250 people.  But that's what we signed on for given our choice to live rural.

It's also been a summer of company & more company.  We've thoroughly enjoyed the many opportunities to share our home & hearth almost every weekend since we moved here.  

Right now the valley is abuzz with all things harvest.  Huge trucks
filled with apples, pears, peaches, nectarines, apricots and assorted vegetables are making their way to the local processing plants.  Just yesterday the last of the pears in the orchard below us were picked.  Did you know that Bartlett pears are picked early, in late July (rock hard & green); while D'anjou pears are picked late?  Me neither.


Indeed, the Lord will give what is good, 
and our land will yield its produce. 
~ Psalm 85:12

We've even got our very own mystery to solve.  Deer aren't welcome on the property due to the orchard environs we call home. Thus a 12' high fence borders not only our 1.5 acres, but the 10 around us. Even so, deer tracks have been spotted (thanks to Maizie), and a newly planted Cedar is absent a few boughs. Hmmmmm


And then there's the county fair ~ a truly Norman Rockwellish event free of all things commercial. Sheep, goats, chickens, bunnies, cows, pigs & ponies were either decked out or displayed in festive finery.  





The same is true of locally grown vegetables & fruit.  The only commercial venue was allotted to tractors & harvesters (with hubby secretly wishing he could have one).  We took a thorough sweep and were done within two hours.  From our home on the ridge above the city & fairgrounds we could hear the Gospel & Country Western singers late into the evening.  What an oddly beautiful juxtaposition.


And the seed whose fruit is righteousness 
is sown in peace by those who make peace.
~ James 3:18

I'm not fond of long blog posts, & I'm way past my own, personally established boundary lines.  Time to offer a farewell. But I'll be back; and for sure I'll be dropping in on you.

May each aspect of Fall serve to bless you as they have me; and may those blessings inspire both of us to bless others.