Saturday, October 30, 2010

your affectionate uncle, Screwtape

It does not matter how small the sins are provided that their cumulative effect is to edge the man away from the Light and out into the Nothing. Murder is no better than cards if cards can do the trick. Indeed the safest road to hell is the gradual one --the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts. 

your affectionate uncle, Screwtape

--C.S. Lewis

(the photo was shot last night at dusk...the sky was incredible and the picture is a poor attempt to remind me of the many beautiful sunsets I enjoy here)


Thursday, October 28, 2010

first snow

yesterday we woke up to our first snow.

  • hot mint chocolate
  • buttered toast
  • heated home
  • fleece jacket
  • afternoon walk with snow, blue sky, and Becky
  • waterproof shoes
  • spending a few minutes with sweetie watching the game
  • talking to sisters
  • phone call from Laurel
  • happy children
  • faces i love at church Halloween party
  • taking a tight corner
  • another amazing marble

“Ask yourself these questions: Am I an example of respect in my home by the way I treat those I love the most? What is my demeanor during a sports event? If my child has a disagreement with a teacher, coach, or peer, do I listen to both sides of the issue? Do I show respect for the property of others as well as take care of my own? How do I respond to others with whom I disagree in matters of religion, lifestyle, or politics? “As parents and leaders exemplify and teach respect for others, we confirm in the hearts of our children that each of us is truly a child of God and all are brothers and sisters through eternity. We will focus on the things we have in common—on the qualities of heart that bind the family of God together, rather than on our differences.”Margaret S. Lifferth


Tuesday, October 26, 2010

you were here


today there is snow in the mountains
it will be here soon
covering a reminder
a once upon a time

the pavement bears record
of hands and one tiny foot
missing oldest and youngest
scout camp and heaven

now an empty sandbox
playhouse gone to ruin
no slamming front door
a quiet piano

but you were here
the cement doesn't lie
young lives flourished here
played, slept, folded newspapers...

we were all happy here
once upon a time


Monday, October 25, 2010

Barker's tree

i was walking down the street
rounded the bend
and "oh my goodness"

later i had to bring sweetie
we was at it's peak
the tree could get no more beautiful

such amazing glorious color...
so then i stood under those vivid boughs

"Behold congenial Autumn comes,
the Sabbath of the Year."
-  John Logan, 1748 - 1788

and I have to admit
the beauty of it all
the damp fragrance
the longing for this singular experience to linger
blessed by another Autumn

and poor Mr. John Logan only lived to be forty years old. i wonder at that. still, after these many years today he is quoted. Mr. John Logan, i wish for one more month of Autumn.


you were missed

we ate dinner
we ate cake
we sang "happy birthday"
we laughed
we had a party

we had fun
we had family prayer
you were missed


Saturday, October 23, 2010

Edward Williams Carter

today he is thirty years old
and i've enjoyed almost all days 
of those thirty years
"almost" is true of every mama

he reminds me there was a day  
i threw a skillet at him
i was exasperated and fried
(no cooking pun intended)
only to get his attention
never aimed to do damage

just the same
you are looking at a good boy
eager to please
ever willing to help
a family man

  • always interested in the welfare of his brothers and sisters
  • attentive involved daddy
  • devoted to Valerie
  • values his friends
  • hard worker
  • knows how to play and have fun
  • enjoys discussing politics
  • steadfast in his faith
  • keen interest in South Africa
  • football and baseball
  • a good steak at a fine restaurant 
  • family history
  • serves the boy scouts
  • crock pot extraordinaire 
  • never stops trying
  • prompt and dependable
  • Garth Brooks and the Deep Blue Sea
  • a tease
  • Monopoly
  • a good movie
  • a beach vacation
  • black licorice
  • generous
  • kind to his mom
  • seeks council from his dad

every day for thirty years
blessed, thankful, honored
to be your mother


Tuesday, October 19, 2010

The Day Dawn Is Breaking

yesterday's black paint

a few weeks ago i decoupaged sheet music onto some canvases

i debated between grand-children handprints or silhouettes

when alison was here i asked for her opinion

she weighed in for silhouettes

so, birds (a personal favorite) with music as a backdrop seemed right

yesterday i penciled in the birds and then painted

it was a fun project


Monday, October 18, 2010


there is a scale
an invisible teeter-totter
all is held in balance

if someone jumps
slamming to the ground
dust rising
bones jostled

perfect balance
ever the imaginary goal
justice and mercy
is it too much to hope

that mercy tips the scale


Thursday, October 14, 2010

before and after

years ago I painted this little motto above Alison's closet doors

while she was here visiting last week
she said
"I need to take a picture of this"

she is referring to my "nest"

my side of the bed
filled, stacked, to over flowing
books, papers, stuff
always multiplying 

my little "prayer rug" covered
cast off papers read

ready to junk

well, Tweety joined me in a little organization project

i hauled this little piece out of the basement
not being used

cleared off my nightstand

repositioned my little rug...inviting me

so alison, isn't this much better?

a motto above the closet
a good reminder


Tuesday, October 12, 2010

every now and then

this morning in the dark
least expected
i run into one of these
placed not to miss
from last to leave

ink reaching and wrapping this mama heart
with tender sentiments
read again not to miss one single word

other expressions
lurking close by
just in case i forget
once held by hands
always adored
pulling me in
holding me captive
this mother's treasure
saved and savored for so long

coming full circle

such generous kindness
feeling humbled
to belong


Monday, October 11, 2010

two fun weekends...gone

It is said that any virtue, when taken to an extreme, can become a vice.  Over scheduling our days would certainly qualify for this.  There comes a point where milestones can become millstones and ambitions, albatrosses around our neck.
Dieter F. Uchtdorf

i welcome conference weekend always with happy anticipation

lynda had a birthday which added to the fun

these little girls love a party

these big girls love each other

this big brother made her a cd of music she listens to all of the time

i'm glad he's mine

she got birthday lucky...he got life long lucky

all of this excitement goes with a few pointers

then the Brasher's rolled into town

bringing little lydia
and her five mentors

a short visit i enjoyed so much

sis in her new Christmas boots
early early i know

and this morning's sky filled with promise

(no millstones or albatrosses in sight)


Friday, October 8, 2010

this little piggy

miss lydia
seven and one-half months

one little piggy went to market
one little piggy stayed home
one little piggy ate roast beef
one little piggy had none
but this little piggy
sat, ate, laughed and played at grammy's house
far far away from home


Tuesday, October 5, 2010

under construction

Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on: you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently he starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of--throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself. 

[C. S. LewisMere Christianity, 174; book 4, chapter 9, paragraph 10]


Friday, October 1, 2010

top 100

it's almost ten o'clock last night...last night of the month...he's in the closet getting ready for bed...she's in the bathroom messing around was one of the best days of my life

him...really, the best?

me...well, it would make the top 100

him...i wonder what my top 100 would be

me...well 8 would be the days my kids were born...then the days they were married---(slight pause) even though today had a rocky start come? were a pain this morning

him...chuckle  (pause) i forgot

she smiles at him thankful for another wonderful day...with him.


  • being in the temple
  • finding parking without too much trouble
  • lunch with a good friend
  • basket of gifted apples on the counter
  • multitudes in the mirrors
  • perfect warm days with cool evenings
  • enjoying interacting with so many people i love
  • Vivaldi four seasons
  • surprise ... a grand-daughter grabs me by the knees
  • shiny new love
  • polished old love
  • he was willing and ready to buy...i resisted
  • small paper bag filled with favorites
  • sissy loves life
  • Laurel sounds good
  • Ed's cat is on the mend
  • Valerie reached her goal
  • Davey-boy will take Carter fishing
  • it's conference weekend
  • checking out a new book store with sweetie
  • the canary loves Vivaldi too
  • eating home grown tomatoes he brought to fruition
  • counting up past mercies