Trust in the Lord

"Trust in the Lord, and do good; dwell

in the land and befriend faithfulness.

Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will

give you the desires of your heart.

Commit your way to the Lord;

trust in him, and he will act.

He will bring forth your righteousness as

the light, and your justice as the noonday.

Be still before the Lord and

wait patiently for him..."

(Psalm 37:3-7 ESV)

In the greenhouse...

pepper plants

sweet basil and more pepper plants

assorted herbs and strawberries

tomato plants

Here's to a less sucky May!

Saturday, I received this card from a dear friend...

 

Thanks, Sally!  You made my day!

Running Shoes

Yesterday, after spending a small fortune on two of my teenage sons at Zumiez (and not getting the one thing that they actually needed--jeans), we ended up at Ross.  Quality time had deteriorated into quantity time, and I was in a serious funk, so I turned the boys loose and said something like, “I don’t want to see you again unless you come back with jeans!” 

I decided that since I was there, I may as well indulge in some shopping therapy (when in Rome and all that…), and I began to wander the aisles aimlessly.  After about 10 minutes of adding random stuff to my cart—sundresses, strapless sundresses, ridiculously high wedge heels, running shoes, men’s socks, a bright orange swimsuit (?!), I decided, somewhat reluctantly, that it was time to hit the dressing rooms.

Once in the dressing room, I discovered that overnight my body had begun to resemble a pear—a pear!  (Okay, so maybe it didn’t happen overnight or perhaps the lighting in my home is better than the dressing room lighting…)  After several agonizing “try-ons” (the bright orange swimsuit being the final nail in the self esteem coffin), I came to the conclusion that the only items in my cart that would truly make me feel better about myself were the running shoes. 

They say that the first step in getting help is admitting that you have a problem.  Well, people, I have a problem—I’m starting to look like a pear.  The second step actually preceded the first step—I bought those running shoes (and the men’s socks…I have big feet!).  Now it's time to get out and run!

Poppy

Last Friday, I was feeling a bit blue and found myself at the county animal shelter—the same shelter from which we had adopted Peyo.  Peyo was a big dog; so naturally, I wanted to look at the big dogs.  There were some handsome specimens in the big dog kennels, but, sadly (and not surprisingly), no Peyo.

As I exited the big dog kennels, I studied the door leading to the small dog kennels.  “Hmmm…” I thought, “Why not?”

This is what greeted me in the very first kennel:

Papers were signed, a pink collar was purchased, and we brought her home.

Although we can never replace Peyo, his passing left just enough room for a new kind of puppy love, and somehow, I think he would be pleased that we adopted this little one from the same shelter where we adopted him.  Farewell, sweet Peyo, and welcome to the family, little Poppy!

(FYI...Poppy is a two-year-old, female apple-head chihuahua. I know, I know...let the scoffing begin!)