Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Along My Picket Fence

Along My Picket Fence

Along my picket fence I find, flowers of assorted kind.
A place where Daisies nod their head in glee, and Black-Eyed Susans look at me.
The Lilacs fill the air with grace, while sunshine splashes on my face.
The Morning Glories rise in place, as if lifting up a song of praise.
The Rose Bush splashes her red around, while the purple phlox hugs the ground.

Along my picket fence I sit, a place that's quiet and I can think.
A place where I can be alone, to worship God Who's on His throne.
A place where I can see with ease how He takes care of all of these,
And if in His love He would this do,  I can rest assured He'll care for me too.
His love and care around me spread, as I get my fill of His daily Bread.

Along my picket picket fence.
















  

Friday, June 4, 2010

Bikes, Bugs, ...and Goggles?

Jumping on my bike, I decided to take the alternative form of transportation to work as the day was beautiful. I pedaled along the bike path at an easy speed.  The slight breeze kissing my face as I reached the bridge over the sky blue water. I pondered in awe the creation around me.

Sometimes in life, it is good to take the slower path. To be able to actually "smell the roses", and think about where you've been, where you are, and where you're going.

I ride along, serious in thought and contemplation, when all of a sudden a rabbit jumps in front of me! I swerve in fear of being thrown over the handles of my bike as I ramp off the back of a rabbit!! I think this year has got to be a record breaking year in the production of rabbits! Every corner I took, there was a rabbit jumping into the bushes to hide from the impending doom from two large round rubber bands streaking by at unparalleled speeds. What a tragic story that would be in the history of the rabbit family!

As I reach work, I dreamily gaze out the window all day in regret that I cannot be out enjoying the perfect summer weather that we seem to be currently enjoying, and that only happens a few days out of the year in Michigan! 70's, sunny, and a slight breeze! Aaahhh...  ...back to work.  I can only look forward to my ride home.

Enthusiastically I lock up the building as the sky glows a magnificent, almost neon, pink. I head out on my two wheeled transportation to take in the end of a beautiful day.

I ride along, head high, breathing in deep the fresh air when...cough, gasp...squint!!!!  I've run into a large swarm of small flies!!! As I shake my head from the last of them, a second wave hits me squarely in the face!  As I ride along, I find that this phenomena does not occur just by the water, as I first hypothesized.  No, all the way home I was hitting swarms of little flies, who somehow fly precisely at the very altitude at which my face happens to be when I am seated on my bike!

Squinting my eyes all the way home, I finally arrived, having had my portion of protein for the day. I have concluded from this eventful ride that perhaps I should include goggles in my next evening bike excursion!  

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

A Mom's Disguised Blessings

Gone are the days of standing over the stovetop stirring the hot oatmeal as it cooks, planning a two week menu, and taking an hour to prepare a snack.

Now, my 5 year old can climb onto a chair and get the cheerios down. Ta-da...breakfast served in 30 seconds! As I lay in bed getting another 15 minutes of sleep and my four munchkins start climbing all over me, ready for the day's activities to begin, I get up to go have my own bowl of cereal.  Still half a sleep I walk toward the counter and "crunch, crunch" under every step.  OK, the invention of cheerios is one of a Mom's greatest treasures, but I can guarantee that for the rest of the day I'll be finding them all over the house, even though they were eaten in the kitchen!

Raisins...oooh, do we even dare?  A healthy snack, so feeling like a great Mom, I hand over the bag as they excitedly head up  the stairs to kindly share this amazing snack with all the other kids.  Later, to my toes delight, I step upon the fresh "squoosh" of a raisin already tracked two miles on the bottom of someone else'es foot. I bend down and scrape it out from between my toes. Maybe the raisins need to go!

Fruit snacks! There we go...alternative to the sticky raisins, these have a bit more substance and aren't tracked as easily around the house. But, dare the kids drop one, no matter their shape, they will always roll to the most inconspicuous place, where, upon cleaning that corner you never get to a month later, will lie a melted pile of sticky..."what was that?"! 

Kids foods... a true blessing in disguise!