Summery

         Last evening there was a rare occurrence, a full moon on the first day of summer.
Apparently this is not to happen again for another 70 years .Statistics like that leave one feeling small but held by our amazing God who knows each of us by name..
                                                 

In the midst of chaos, she pauses and inhales the heady scents of summer.
Longing and lingering waft on the gentle breeze.
Change and memory propel her forward into the gracious night.
Failing is not an option...

Learning is. 



                           I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten...
                                                 Joel 2:25

A Tool Shed and Dreams

my blogging voice is under construction...I have no idea how long it will take...
thank you for understanding...

                                               

                     

My Garden shed or tool shed as I call it sits unpretentiously in the back yard. It bears a long history of solidarity as it was the first building placed here when my husband's parents purchased this land in 1970.

                                         

I have always loved it's mysterious  simplicity and charm... It is more than a thing to admire though as its handy storage ability rates right up there with its good looks...

                                                    

One quiet afternoon this week I gave it a bit of a clean and then enjoyed a cup of hot peppermint tea while reading on the old sofa we put in there a few years ago...

                     children's artwork is splayed here brightly

It was a peaceful way to  spend an afternoon and I was reminded of how good it is to at times escape from life a little and unwind. 

                                                   

   

with a good book, nature, solitude, and a  tool shed..

                                                     

some day I think it would be fun to create a real oasis/ studio in here, but for now this little abode is a odd mish mash of this and that ...a place to dream, remember and hope.

          'tho much is taken, much abides.... (Tennyson)


first three photos taken last June...

A Mother's Day Sentiment

The daffodils were late that year.  She ran out while supper was cooking and picked a few of the fashionably late blooms. Tucked into the pitcher there on the tray they seemed a cheerful sentiment.

Every year daffodil bouquets blaze the trail for the many she gathers....
                                                

Much like a mother in affection of her first born, she never wishes any away... Each bloom and bouquet precious, like  a child's life; changing, fleeting and pressed immeasurably against those creases in her heart.

A Beautiful and Blessed Mother's Day to You...a rather short post this year, but click on the following links to read previous ponderings..


http://lucy-martin.blogspot.ca/2015/05/becoming.html

http://lucy-martin.blogspot.ca/2013/11/a-mothers-prayer.html

http://lucy-martin.blogspot.ca/2013/05/the-waving-mother.html


All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his. ~Oscar Wilde~

Blissful Knowledge

a random musing I jotted last week, as I found myself using the phrase "i have no idea" rather frequently 
                                                        

It's a strange phenomenon  but it seems like right when I have reached that age where I may once have thought I'd know it all, I suddenly am jolted by the discovery that the more I learn and know...the more I realise how little I know.

Not that I ever really thought I knew it all, but sometimes in the age of invincibility  our sense of understanding has not yet been disillusioned.

The older I get the more I realise that I have no idea...
                                              

I have no idea about so many things..
When my children were small it was fairly simple to know what was happening in their lives. Children are forthright and honest henceforth what they say usually comes straight from their hearts.

As children mature they develop their   own characteristics and traits and this may mean that they no longer share all of their joys and sorrows, or even some of the little things they encounter in any given day.
                                                   

I was thinking about this as I considered how  kids must feel these days with everything this techno driven society offers them. I remember the angst I felt in my teen years and can not imagine how magnified it may have been if I had to think about stats, likes, and followers. I wonder how I would have fared if there was always opportunity for contact, even in an abstract way.
                                               

 I marvel at youth and the inspiration they are as they navigate this wide, wide world that at times becomes small because of a thing called the world wide web.

                                                    

I'm thankful I share a great relationship with each of my children. Although two of my daughters no longer live here I feel I know who they are and what they do. But it would be absolutely presumptuous of me to think that they tell me everything...I really have no idea.  
                                                    

As I ponder this, I am compelled to hug them more often and tell them just how wonderful they are.  Life is a great teacher and I would never want to shelter them from truths and lessons they must learn for them selves.
                                              

The last bits of snow that a few days ago still dotted the sides of the fields are gone. I cling to to what I know...that the One who has brought us this far will never leave us and that He formed each one of my precious children. This makes me able to laugh at the days to come and trust Him for all I have no idea about. 

thank you for reading, photos from summer archives and city of Toronto.

                                       I'm off to enjoy a beautiful day!