green colors
rice for lunch
with kale, peas, and spinach
leftovers to last
a few days
Tag: Creative At Home
Holidays Through The Years
Thanksgiving
Every year is different and cherished in its own way.
Every day is a day to give thanks.
That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving,
and tell of all thy wondrous works.
Psalm 26: 7 (KJV)
There were years of driving from one home to another, or to a restaurant in another city, to honor older family members who are no longer with us.
I also remember holidays with my mother and home health care, and later a nursing home. These memories bless me still. And the beautiful drives North again, with holiday lights in small towns. City streets and country roads. Home by Lake Michigan in Oostburg, Wisconsin.
The traditions were important. Good to grow new traditions as well, and adapt to change. Health first. Every year is different, it seems.
I look forward to Thanksgiving, and then to Advent in a quiet way. Creative at home.
Thank you and take good care.
And this year by God’s grace – with blogs, we create a journal.
plant in sun
plant in sun
and the price label too –
five dollars
We bought a new indoor plant at Walmart in Sheboygan this year. I saved the label, which seems part of the decoration. Today I see the plant is from Costa Farms in Miami, Florida.
This fall we bought pumpkins at Walmart from Frey Farms, which has its headquarters in Illinois.
For bookmarks, I often use greeting cards. Joanne Chase, a Wisconsin artist, is one example. Chase Greeting Cards
old paintings
Yesterday, I rediscovered this poem, as I worked on Large Print Poems.
old paintings
words from my parents
still encourage me
Images: AntiqueClipart.com
The Psalms and Hope
As I read through the Psalms for my series at Poems From Psalms And Nature, I remember verses that are familiar.
Two examples:
They go from strength to strength . . .
From Psalm 84: 7 – Post for Psalm 84
. . . all my springs are in thee.
From Psalm 87: 7 – Post for Psalm 87
Please visit Poems From Psalms And Nature if you wish to read or view more posts. I select a variety of images for the posts.
morning work
in the kitchen
new primroses
and daffodils continue
past the rain
Ellen Grace Olinger
spruce tree branches
spruce tree branches
by the window
where I write
thoughts of my parents
and all the history
they lived through
one day at a time
and careful plans
for the future
as I write in this day’s
bright morning light
April to May
Snowdrops are beginning to fade. They lasted a long time this year. Small flowers, strong and resilient.
Green perennial plants are growing. The green is so beautiful, and we can wait for the flowers: daffodils, primroses, daylilies, hosta. Each their own schedule.
Listen To The Green by Luci Shaw is a book by my computer. My copy is the third printing; October 1978 (Harold Shaw Publishers; Wheaton, Illinois). Copyright 1971 by Luci Shaw. I still remember being so inspired by the thought of listening to a color.
Lake Michigan waves were powerful last night. Lake levels are at record highs. Karl said not to be surprised if the wood deck is washed away. It is still there today. Not afraid – our home is secure – higher up from the water and reinforced with rocks by a previous owner. We’ll add more protection too, along with neighbors. Such an unusual time, though, in many ways.
Today the water is a brown color, because the sand was stirred up by the waves. Reflections of clouds too.
So good to work in the kitchen, wash my hands often, and take care every day.
I posted two verses from Psalm 67 at Poems From Psalms And Nature. This phrase to share again here: “thy saving health among all nations.”
Tomorrow is May.
Grateful for snowdrops and the healing beauty of the gardens.
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 