I’m Planting. I’m Reading (for Myself). I’m Reading with a Fourth-Grader.

Thursday’s been beautiful, with a high of 74°. Friday should be 77°. But Saturday, a high of only 57° and a low of 33°, with wind. And a low Sunday of 27°. So, I’m wrong to anticipate an early spring. And it is only early February, so I shouldn’t be putting away my woolen clothing. And, really, I don’t own any woolen clothing. Maybe I have one skirt that’s wool. Maybe.Thursday, I worked in the yard. I tidied up some beds. I pried up some weeds.The pieces of my neighbor’s tree that the tree guys had sawed off, and then brought over to our house, have now been moved away from the house and down to the edge of the grass, where I hope to make a nice barrier between the grass and the dirt. When Jeremy was here at Christmastime, he and April pushed and kicked all those pieces, which rolled pretty easily down.

 

This large log is inside our small shed. I’m not sure exactly why it got put in here. I think there’s a part of a limb on the back side, and I guess it’ll have to be trimmed off or maybe several inches will need to be cut off from the bottom of the quite large limb. It was a very large tree.

 

 

I am so glad to report that I have finally finished this book. The young woman that I first met in the beginning pages, has ran away, and didn’t reappear until the next to last page of the book. The two primary calligraphers have been angry with each other for pages and chapters, until one of them murdered the other one, and then went to prison. And I never learned the secret. Until the very last page of the book. And it was a very satisfactory ending.

 

 

Here are the open pages the above book and a couple of other library books I’ve recently checked out. I looked and those other books had more pages. But then, when I compared the size of the type and the white space on the various pages, I felt relieved. I think the eye strain from the small print and so closely spaced words and lines is going to be very much less, as I begin reading these books.

 
 
 
 
 
 

And here are the books I checked out from the library in the past couple of days.  Two for me, and the rest for a girl I’m reading with at the elementary school where volunteers from my church go to read with kids at lunchtime. She seems to particularly ford of Pete the Cat. I like the Pigeon. We might need to take turns.

 
 
 
 
 
 

This is a Penny Plant. There was a nice spread, in a Sunday paper a couple of weeks ago, about interesting plants. I thought this one was charming.

The paper’s article said that they could be ordered and would be mailed.

I ordered one. It came, pretty quickly, in a plastic container, all wrapped in wet paper towels, and then in plastic.

It was in fine shape. I repotted it. I hope it lives.

 

 

 

Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.
Romans 8:28 (The Message Translation)