Pullin' weeds and picken' stones.

Yesterday a full day

Had a tea on the porch with a good friend
She is the teacher of our morning women s bible study
We enjoyed the flowers

She wanted to walk through the garden and enjoy the foods.
It was fun to see her feed the chickens, it really slowed her down.


Then I had to run to the city to fetch the repaired hearing aide.
The sweet receptionist Carmon, felt bad to tell me how it was to all come from pocket for us now.
Every expense we now were liable for.
She gave me the aide and then I had told her that we had paid out of pocket in full just short of $15,000. of medical last year, and that is why we no longer qualified. I told her we were debt free of it , but because we did all that overtime to pay off the bills we no longer qualified.
I then told her how I believed that God would honor that effort.


Then I looked down at the aide.
It was out of warranty just one week after the last (of four) repairs. It was not longer under warranty now.
But...
The entire aid had been rebuilt.
My thought ?
"I was under the impression that it would be covered"...
Carmen said" it was!"
NO CHARGE!
Every part of the hearing aide was NEW!
Except the part that the mold slips onto!
I looked at Carmon, and said "I just got to trust God".
She smiles and said "absolutely!"

Well the day was used up as I had to drive back from town narrowly escaping a very bad chain reaction accident that killed some one and injured many others.
A man was drunk and driving a dump truck lost control on the very off ramp I exited onto just minutes after it happened and I was able to skirt around the police cars and ambulances it was real bad. Dump trucks really leave very little left of a car...
So I prayed an shopped.
A refund check came and with my budget was able to get some bulk rice and pinto beans and soy milk.
for free per the Costco rebate
Went over to the bank and did my thing all the while the teller telling me how I needed to pay my bills on line. No thanks!

The chicken scrap was fetched and


I had realized then that I had $50. More than I had thought for I did my own taxes and did not have to pay for it.
After consulting and agreement with Steve I went back and got a beautiful new pot for the growing of foods.

My reward for doing the taxes for myself

Within budget a Black Russian tomato plant
It will go in the big pot withing the garden gate.

Then I rested and did a few tasks before the kids got home.

We are doing a thing now called family ways.
After school I sit with the kids who (annoyed at first) eventually enjoy the time. They each tell me about the day and I tell them all the cool things about my day.
We do a Scripture study and then they are off to independent time before home work. Our family way for Wednesday to Wednesday this week is.
We love and obey our Lord Jesus Christ in all we do think and say.

Verse is
Love the Lord your God with all your heart soul and mind . This is the greatest commandment.




This morning is a fine one!
Trust the beauty around you is shining a spark of delight into your eyes too.

Once the morning began and the lunch for Steve made, Doves bath done and both kids fed. We had a nice walk down to the bus stop my hands still warm from the first load of dishes washed. Dove was tender in her tone and we had a sweet visit for Dash was to the curb at the end of the street before Dove and I hit the end of our drive way. She hushed though once her brother was near and gave him a pre-teen kinda look that said "dang he is here".

They played a bit at the curb and when the bus came Dove ran back to me and gave me a hug good bye. I warmed and delighted me. Dash was a but perturbed because I confiscated the toys the had taken with them. I don't let my kids take toys to school.

When they were boarded I then took my morning walk around the block and found myself happy. Thanking God for the mounds of laundry and the washer that Steve had repaired, the loads of dishes and the joy of the foods prepared on them. These things were a privilege in my mind as the sun called me to remove my glasses (the magnifiers) to have pure light on my closed eyes. It was a refreshing walk . That found my in the front Yard weeding and picking stones.

Pulling weeds is a good thing to do.
It is a chance to reflect on the weeds withing my own mind and life.
Like the weed of choice today (the Indian Paint Brush) the weed was a plant.
The original plant a gift that came in on the breeze. It guards the iris in the center yard. A bit messy in full bloom. A snow ball of little tiny brushes. Hence the name.That is what the flower looks like and can be used for . Oh but once pollinated and dried it is a prolific wonder of the desert landscape. It has given live to at least 200 babies that I have been pulling for a few days time now.

At first I was not convinced whether it was a flower seed I had tossed or the paint brush.
Well Now being sure it is time to pull these little things. The joy is that once identified (like thought) it really is easily pulled up. The ones that are a bit longer in the ground come a bit attached by a deeper root. Yet for every one that is in thick rock or light soil the pull was easy. A bit back breaking perhaps. Yet so is most task that is worth doing. ")

Picking the stones from the base of the misc weeds helps me to get a firm hold to pull up and out. Those weeds that break off at the surface (as we all know ) those just come back stronger.
A Dove sat near me.

Pulling weeds and picken stones.

An old song in the mind is...

Pulling weeds and picking stones
Man is made of dreams and bones
feel the need to grow my own for the time is close at hand

Old crow watches hungrily
from his perch on yonder tree
in my garden I'm as free as that feathered thief up there

Rain for free sun and rain
I find my way in natures chain
Tune my body and my brain
To the music of the land.

Back to the music of my life, dishes,
laundry and the sweet chickens need their meal.

Love ya all.
Peace be with ya and over take you with delight.