Archive for May, 2010

Make Sure They Know

Monday, May 31st, 2010

MEMORIAL DAY

I want my grandchildren to know it isn’t just hot dogs on the grill and a family bbq day.  It isn’t just games at the park or playing in the pool.  I want them to know the price that has been paid and why we observe this day…

Col. Dave Shaver wrote about it CLICK HERE, “Teach Your Children the Importance of Memorial Day,”

Apples4theteacher.com gives ideas on observing for kids and families, CLICK HERE.

In the Spring of Fields

Saturday, May 29th, 2010

SW Missouri.

Visiting the mamala and the papala with two of my sweets, Tara and Tredessa.  Avoiding Branson on Memorial Day weekend, though I do want to do Sight and Sound’s Noah’s Ark show soon, and maybe tour the “Titanic.”  Just not THIS time.

I plan to drive my new car home.  $795.  Oh, yeah, baby.  {just dreaming}

I will strap Tara’s new tub on the top of my car.

Tara is THRIVING on the humidity and believes she was born for it.  Ay-yi-yi!

It took us awhile to get this right.

    

  

Mom and dad (grandma and grandpa) took us to their favorite Chinese/Mongolian restaurant.  It IS good. 

 

Need a tub or shoeshine chair?  I know where to find them.

Just mom on her average grocery-shopping day.

Pretty junk.  Good prices. 

  

Tredessa hit the jackpot:  Her Knight in Shining Armor AND a perfect Director-of-Operations for Heaven Fest vehicle.  Vrooooom….watch out!

 

Beautiful morning in Springfield, MO.  Birds chirping, breeze blowing.  Swing swaying, sweet moments.  Home.

Even though I have never lived here, home is, at least partly, where mom and dad are.  Always.

Tea Party, anyone?

Friday, May 28th, 2010

I think I am going to watch it.  Let’s see what they are all about…

M. Night’s Village

Thursday, May 27th, 2010

I am in Springfield, Mo!

Tara, Tredessa and I are visiting my mamala and papala.  We are making them watch M. Night Shyamalan’s The Village (2004).

Ten Reasons to watch it again:

  1. The “bad” color.  Red.  M. Night and his symbolism!
  2. Adrian Brodey.  And Bryce Dallas Howard (little Ronnie Howard’s daughter).
  3. Joaquin Phoenix.  Tredessa wants to marry him.  As this character.
  4. It isn’t a horror movie, but it will get your blood pumping.
  5. Over time, you come to understand and empathize with the thought process of the villagers.
  6. Because being blind doesn’t mean you can’t see.
  7. See it for when Ivy stands in danger, holding out her hand, knowing that Lucius will save her.
  8. Because everyone has secrets, everyone has been broken somewhere.  Heartache is part of life.
  9. Because our monsters keep us all within limiting boundaries until we get the courage to venture into the unknown.
  10. And because of this scene on the porch:

Ivy Walker: When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head?

Lucius Hunt: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.

Seen it?  Do it again.  Haven’t?  What on earth?  Netflix it now!

Wall Greens

Wednesday, May 26th, 2010

I did not know about WALL GARDENS.

There is actually a big, artistic move to go VERTICAL with gardening.  You can see stuff about it here.

The European version: http://www.verticalgardenpatrickblanc.com/mainen.php

 

The American version:  http://www.gardenbeet.com/vertical-garden.html

 

An explanatory video:

But I wouldn’t have known anything about that if I hadn’t run across this: the ghetto-version of the “movement” which is somewhat intriguing, I must say. 

 I personally don’t plan to try this, but people with patio homes, apartments or hot, south-facing sides of their homes say they benefit.  It is kind of cute and organized-looking, which does hold some appeal for me.  Check out HOW-TO at:

http://www.instructables.com/id/VERTICAL-VEGETABLES-quotGrow-upquot-in-a-smal/

Someone-try it and tell me how it goes!

It’s a Morning in May

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

‘MORE MATTER FOR A MAY MORNING” ~ Shakespeare, from Twelfth Night

I thought that spring must last forevermore, For I was young and loved, and it was May. ~ Vera Brittain

MAY IS…

A gentle, cool breeze on a bright sunny day.

Birds frolicking and chirping away.  The audobonic* song continuing despite Sandy-the-family-dog’s gruffest orders to cease and desist. 

 Sandy finally admitting defeat and sprawling out in the shade.

Plopping seedlings left and right into warm, black, nutrient-rich soil – where they will find a home and spread their roots to grow.

Tiny, green weed seedlings coming right out of their moist hiding places with just a quick pinch.  Better get ‘em now!

Aspen leaves fluttering as their branches sway rhythmically under the pure, blue sky.

Emerald-green grass inviting me to come and sit for tea.

Busy little ants building their cities.

Expanding perennials and flowering annuals.

Look at all the hibiscus buds!

“Pruning is for your own good,” I console the shrubbery.

Hollyhocks insisting on their right to procreate.  There is way too much hollyhock tom-foolery going on in my garden!

Neighbor kids filling the air with the noise of life.

The neighbor’s cat being somehow unable to pull his fat behind back over the fence to home unless Sandy is charging him.  A lesson in the importance of vision.  It is energizing.

Five pieces of bright-white paper lined up just so on the kitchen counter for making lists as I go.  Gardening to do before I leave for Springfield, gardening for Dave to do while I am gone, gardening to do when I return…etc.  I love lists!  Did I mention that?

May is kinda perfect.  Especially this particular morning in May.

 

Is it so small a thing,

To have enjoy’d the sun,

To have lived light in the spring,

To have loved, to have thought, to have done?

Matthew Arnold

“Springs’ last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet

Pauses a moment with white, twinkling feet

And golden locks in breezy play

Half teasing, half tender, to repeat Her song of ‘May.’”

~ Susan Coolidge

Oh!  That we two were Maying down the stream of the soft spring breeze;

Like children with violets playing,

In the shade of the whispering trees. ~ Charles Kingsley, from Saint’s Tragedy

NOTE:  “It’s a morning in May,” is a line from the Three Dog Night song, “Pieces of April.”

ANOTHER NOTE: {I could be mistaken, but I think I just invented the word Audubonic.  Audubon Society conserves and nurtures natural ecosystems particularly with regard to birds, and harmonic is a musical term – oh yeah, baby, let’s get this in the dictionary!}

PHOTOS BY STORMIE: a couple of days ago, in the backyard.

Head Over Heels

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

TEN REASONS TO GROW YOUR VEGGIES UPSIDE DOWN

  1. SPACE.  If you don’t have space for a regular garden square but still want home-grown tomatoes or cucumbers or peppers or any of a gazillion other edible crops, you can throw your seedlings into a 5-gallon bucket, or an upside milk jug or 2-liter bottle and hang them from a fence post or a shepherd’s hook and voila!
  2. WEEDS.  No weeds!  In a regular garden you gotta keep the weeds from stealing the good nutrients and be careful not to disrupt the roots if you pull them because it can harm your actual crop.  In a hanging garden, weeds are rare!
  3. PRETTY.  You can paint the containers or wrap them in pretty shelf liner.  The whole concept feels pretty bohemian and hippie-ish, but people are getting creative these days.  But,  you can add beautiful flowers on top to conserve moisture and protect the whole thing, all the while harvesting from below.  Wouldn’t wave petunias look marvelous from up there?
  4. WATER.  Less water.  You water the containers and not a whole big garden plot of dirt.
  5. PESTS.  The little critters like grubs and cutworms that are just waiting to munch down on your garden goodies and ruin them before you get the chance to enjoy: they don’t even know where your garden is when it is hanging!  They are too short to get there, Ha!  Take that, you little evil-doers!  (And those egg-laying moths?  They’ll now be at eye-level where you can battle them more effectively).
  6. NO STAKES OR CAGES ON VINING PLANTS. 
  7. YOUR KNEES.  “Be kind to your knees.  You’ll miss them when they’re gone,” could not be more true.  If traditional gardening is hurting the bod, just think: you can water and harvest from a standing position.
  8. NO TILLING OR DIGGING.  Takes less than 30 minutes to put together a bucket for hanging.  Nearly painless.
  9. PREMIUM SOIL Because your “growing plot”  is so small, you can afford to put the best quality, pre-fertilized soil in the container.  Black gold!
  10. TIME.  You’ll have more to enjoy the actual stuff you grow.  Look up some recipes for all those juicy, red, home-grown tomatoes or how to utilize the many varieties of peppers you’re growing!  You construct, you remember to water to and feed, you harvest.  Delicious!
  11. BONUS (because I said there would only be 10): HEALTH.  You can know what you’re eating from your own upside-down farm is healthy and pesticide-free because you grew it.  Good for you.  Good for your family.

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The main drawback for me, frankly, is how sort of odd-looking they are.  I hate the vinyl ones you see in TV ads and most of the online examples leave something to be desired, but I am on the look-out for how to make them more beautiful because until I get my farm and I am stuck with my small, suburban yard, I have to use available space!

I grew one tomato plant upsidedown last year (a 5-gallon bucket wrapped in a bamboo shade for aesthetics.  It grew at a very fast pace, which was fun.  Then it got hammered by a terrible hail storm in late June and one half of the mass and length were shredded.  But it still produced a good amount of tasty fruit.  I will be growing more upside-down stuff this year.  I’ll keep you posted! 

NOTE:  This was in yahoo-news yesterday:  http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/20/garden/20tomato.html?no_interstitial

There are tons of sites about how-to have an upside-down veggie garden.  Google them!  They have lots of images for ideas, too!

Happy-Happy-Happy, Gemma May!

Monday, May 24th, 2010

GEMMA IS THREE NOW!

 

Gemma with her 1982 collector’s doll that her fabulous grandparents (us!!) found at a garage sale last week!!) and with Sandy-the-family-dog, who is way less shaggy now, but is still, in fact, actually “Sandy!”

 The sun will come out tomorrow

Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow ~ there’ll be sun!

Gemma wanted an ANNIE! Party

She LOVES Dora, too but Annie won out.  She plans to play Annie onstage someday and is hoping Poppa will reprise his role as Daddy Warbucks.  She is learning all the words to all the songs and does interpretive dance to the soundtrack.  And she has naturally curly red hair.  Could it be anymore perfect?

 

Gemma/Annie with her daddy and with her mommy.

Even though Gemma’s mommy and Aunt Stormie were getting ready to fly to New York, we found a little time to gather and bat around red balloons, eat lots of good food including fruit skewers the grandbebes made.  There was a wrapping-paper-wad war instigated by Rocky and a silly-string attack which paid him back.  The birthday girl’s mommy made her an Annie red dress and curled her hair up tight.  The little were girls trying on all of Gemma’s new shoes and gardening boots, and of course, there were bubbles.

  

Just thinkin’ about tomorrow

Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow ’til there’s none

  

 

Gemma stayed in character pretty much the whole party!

Poppa sang “Something was Missing” from Annie-the-musical to Gemma and they danced together.  Gemma performed several numbers herself, especially shining on “It’s a Hard-Knock Life” with her old-time bucket. 

Gemma is three.  And she is sweet.  And she is sunshine.  And she is joyful and has a very upbeat outlook on the future.  She smiles easily, she is kind and sweet and she gives big hugs and lots of kisses.  Always ready with a song, GemGem delights us all everytime we get together.  And she is the epitome of the classic Annie song, “Tomorrow.”  No matter what happens, “Aw, it’s OK,” you’ll hear GemGem say.

When I’m stuck with a day that’s gray and lonely

I just stick out my chin, and grin and say

 

Gemma wanted a strawberry cake.  Buttercream icing.

I love you Gemma-roo!  You’re Nonna’s sweet puddin’.  I love your face, I love your blue eyes, I love that curly red hair and I just LOVE YOU!  Oh, yes, I do! 

Happy Birthday, sweetie-pie.  You keep on singing, baby-girl, and dance and jump and twirl!  Ok?  Never ever stop dancing.  You were born to dance us into happy.  So go, twinkle-toes! 

Remember ~ I will love you for always.  I love you today and I’ll love you tomorrow.  You make the sun shine in my sky!

Love, Nonna!

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow

You’re only a day away!

Went to Sleep with YOU on My Mi-i-ind!

Saturday, May 22nd, 2010
“I woke up in love this morning
I woke up in love this morning
Went to sleep with you on my mind!” 
~The Partridge Family

The Pay-off for the Diaper Days

We did Mother’s Day a week late.  My children make everyday Mother’s Day, though, naturally.  Nevertheless, I got flowers and CDs and hugs and kisses and eye cream that will erase every wrinkle guaranteed and other stuff to make me pretty.  I got the colorful new dishes I have been wanting – all sorts of them and a shopping spree already with one daughter and another to come with another and handmade stuff and an orange ring to die for and this <SO neat> cool-cool-cool hook rack made with heavy-duty outdoor faucet handles (each unique in color and design) for the pool area,  and time with my grandbebes and a big family meal surrounded by the people I love and a cool case for my iPod Touch and flowers and plants and shrubs for my garden and more. time

Time in a Bottle

{Sigh}…I love time. 

There is nothing more valuable than some one giving you the gift of their time.  Nothing.  So, my kiddos gave me theirs and they stayed late and were loud and it makes me happy.  There was dancing and merriment and videos of the olden days when the kids were little and singing and prayer and love and kisses and grandbebes jumping from the stairs and on couches and into pillows.  There were ping-pong-gun games which did not pan out because the balls just sort of blopped out instead of actually shooting, which was probably safer for us all, anyway.

 

We were also celebrating birthdays with Tara and Stephanie, so it was a wonderful occasion of good stuff.  Eighteen of us, together just to love and honor one another.

“Do dreams come true?  Well if they do I’ll have you
Not just for a night, but for my whole life through” – David Cassidy

Birds of a Feather

But the pièce de résistance?  The thing that wowed me most??  My kids did my second-favorite Partridge Family song, “I woke Up in Love this Morning.”  YES!  They did!  Sooooo sweet and hilarious.  They had a little fun with it.  They didn’t do it like last time, during which they pre-recorded my FAVORITE P-fam song, “It’s One of those Nights.”  With that, they sang it and then taped themselves lip-syncing so it would be truly Partridge family-ish, a little off and marvelous!

This time, they just gathered in the family room and sang it live looking at pieces of paper with the words.  But I?  STILL. LOVED. IT!!  And I will now share it with YOU!

  

The daughters: Jovan, Tredessaa, Tara, Stormie and Stephanie.  The sons: Dave, Tristan and Rocky

Mother’s Day 2010 Patridge Family Cover: I Woke Up in Love this Morning

 

Blast from the past ~ Mother’s Day 2008 Partridge Family Cover: Yes, Love (It’s One of those Nights)

My kids have made life great.  The babies they’ve given me are making it divine! 

  

  

Gemma, Hunter, Gavin, Guinivere, Averi and Baby Amelie Belle

I woke up in love this morning
Went to sleep with YOU on my mind!

Thanks, kiddos!  I L O V E this!  Keep covering the Partridge Fam for me, ok-ok-ok???

Happy Birthday, Stephanie

Friday, May 21st, 2010

It is your birthday, dazzling daughter~

Really?  Is it possible that exactly 28 years ago today you were born?  That 28 years ago this morning I awoke to the certainty of my baby arriving on. this. day. even though you weren’t due for at least 5 weeks and the whole sha-bang had been started on a ridiculous carnival ride where I taunted the operator for it being too tame and he, in turn, decided to show me how rough it could be and our course was set?  Oh…I was young and stupid.  Can you imagine, Stephanie?  Can you forgive me from jolting you from the safe place too early?  I was only 22, naive, untested, and very ill-equipped in my mind - and yet, God was about to place the most fragile, tiny amazing head-full-of-hair, cutie-patootie ever in my arms.  He trusted me. With you!  I am still awed.

I want you to be remembered as the girls who sang their songs for Jesus Christ

Who were willing to lay down their lives, And do His will no matter what the price

 

We celebrated both Tara and Stephanie’s birthdays just a few days ago…a picture of Steph by Stormie

You’ll be singing for the deaf man who will hear about salvation through your song

You’ll be singing for the blind man who will see the light in you and come along.

So, here you came: this itty-bitty thing with underdeveloped lungs and not an nth of fat under your skin.  You arrived to a smashingly handsome and proud daddy and a big sister who’d just turned three and you were her utter delight and joy.  She took to that role like bees to my flowers and referred to you as “my baby,” when she told people about anything you’d done or happy she was.  During your extra-long 12-day stay in the hospital, we sewed and prepared and cushioned and made-ready.  I wanted everything to be perfect when you came home.  And even though they’d told me in the middle of the night, after you were born, to expect a 3-month stay in the hospital, 12 days later, we wrapped your 4 1/2 pound sweet self up and brought you to the charcoal-colored house on Armstrong Street in Kokomo.  We brought you home praising God, grateful that He heard our prayers.

“For this child I prayed and the LORD has granted me what I asked of Him.”  1 Samuel 1, an amazing chapter!

His.

And back when baby dedications were more personal, before the designated days of them, our home church allowed me the honor of singing to both you and Tara as we dedicated you to the Lord, His to use and live in and work through all the days of your lives.  And we stood there, young and naive and full of hope for our two little girls and this tiny, tiny little thing we called Stephanie May (May for the beautiful month in which you came), and I sang Evie’s song, Live for Jesus over you.

Live for Jesus, that’s what matters

And when other houses crumble, ours is strong.

Live for Jesus, that’s what matters

That they’ll see the light in you and come along.

And whether God honored my prophetic words over your tiny self that day, or whether I had just unknowingly tapped into His heart for you already, you became, along with your sister, such a songstress.  You started singing so early, I can hardly remember when or how.  You started singing as a baby and you sang your way right into the funny, delightful little girl you became.  You sang first thing in the morning and you sang while the rest of the household was going to sleep.  You sang silly and you sang well.

Well, I know you’re not the only girls who can sing His melody

But He’s chosen you to bless you

And to bring you into all that you can be

And you never self-promoted.  So when your song would go public, people were wowed (Remember high school?  His eye is on the Sparrow!?).  I can remember hearing you sing in your room and hitting those Mariah-highs and have heard you level those Kim Walker lows now and I have still never heard enough of your song. 

I laugh now because I can actually remember, when you were supposed to be taking a nap as a youngster telling you, “Stephanie, quit singing-go to sleep,” because you’d sing ’til the cows came home if we’d let you.  Well, I take that back.  Don’t quit.  Never stop singing, Stephanie.  You are dazzling and deep.  You are gifted and you are Miriam – singing the song of triumph.  Your voice was meant to proclaim: in your face, devil!  Your lungs were healed to give power to proclaim enemy defeat.  So sing, Miriam, sing!

And sweet Stephanie?

Live for Jesus, that’s what matters

And when other houses crumble yours is strong

Live for Jesus, that’s what matters

That they’ll see the light in you and come along!

 

The family legend is true. 

When you were 3 you’d fall asleep in the middle of singing a song and when you’d start to wake up, you’d pick that song up exactly in the place you’d left off.  You are full of song.  You are song.  And I love you.  Happy Birthday, Steph.

Love, Mom

SONG:  Live for Jesus was an Evie Tornquist song waaaaaay back in the day.  I adapted the actual lyrics for my purposes in singing it for the dedication in 1982.