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Alright, Leafy, rub it in chicken mama!! I can take it. Oh, my Lordy sakes alive!!! There is hardly anything more precious than baby chicks. Keep us informed. Bramble, bless your heart. Snow this time of year. I can't imagine. Everybody is flourishing so with their planting posts. There is something so satisfying, intoxicating, and medicinal about working the soil and tending to the crops.

I know the angel of death. He was on that t. v. show, Touched By An Angel.

Hey Roy, Does God hate? He is all love.

I love this!!!! Folks sharing with and helping one another.

Roy sums it up, perfectly.... "We so different type of believers here" That says it all. love and holy kiss your way, Roy.

Thank you, Roy, for posting this about our Father's love. He is our Father and He is all love.

Bride, I think the ghouls and goblins are in the hands of that beloved giving the new doo.

waysider, years ago, before I realized the reproduction cycle of mint, I planted it in a part of the garden. Yikes!!! I would mow over it and the aroma was intoxicating. Evidently, the mower blew strategic parts of the reproductive organs over to the back part of the house I wrote about earlier. Horrible soil...dry hard clay. What do ya think has found a home there? I left the mint there yesterday as I dug. I figured it has earned its place. It almost looks like it is growing out of the brick of the house. Amazing plant life. Rabbits will not take over the world, mint will. Actually, I think mint will outlive roaches.

I forgot to add after this glorious day in the sun and soil I ended it with sitting at baseball game. Life doesn't get more complete than that.

Bridal Veil Spirea? I have Bridal Veil Spirea but it appears, gc, your flowers are larger than mine...sniff, sniff. Well, I am going to gloat. I had the most fabulously glorious day. I worked in my garden for about 6 hours. The ground was just right. I did get 9 mater plants in. I was made for days like this...the warmth of the sun, the birds singing, the intoxicating aroma of spring in the air... Seriously, there is something rejuvenating about getting out and working the soil, the garden.... There is an area along the backside of the house that has always been a sore spot with me. The Labs love to lay up against the brick of the house in that area. Consequently, it looks slobby. Lily has all her chewed toys lying from one end to the other in that area. Last fall I did manage to plant a Liriope border for that area. Today, I turned all the soil from the border to the house. One by one I picked up Lily's spent toys. She was hot on my feet snooping and investigating why I was rearranging her play area. She sat gazing at me with a forlorn look after I got rid of her mess. I felt bad and found a stuffed animal for her to pick apart. It looks like it has snowed in the backyard. I will pick it up tomorrow. Or maybe, the next day. The herb garden is in. I moved and expanded it and transplanted the tarragon, oregano and thyme to it. I left the huge rosemary bush where it was. She was my first herb garden plant and she is the mother. I ain't messin with her. There is also flat leaf parsley, cilantro, dill, basil, and pineapple sage. The pineapple sage is for show. If you have never planted pineapple sage, you must. The bush gets quite large. The aroma is out of this world. The prize is the beautiful long red flowery spikes it sets out. Spectacular. In the right soil conditions it will re-seed. Let me tell you what I learned about corn from my grandpa. You know they were farmers and raised hundreds of acres of corn. Corn has to be "hilled." The stalk is spindly. The roots do not grow down as much as they grow out. For the home garden, starting when the stalk is about 3 feet tall, you have to take your hoe and pull soil up and around the base of the stalk. This supports the stalk. That is why the rows end up very deep and are planted no less than 3 feet apart. Grandpa did the same but with his tractor. I can still see the attachment but do not remember the name. It plowed deep into the rows and pushed the soil up around the base of the stalk. My dearest memories as a child is running barefoot through those corn fields.

What makes me keep on keepin' on? I don't know what else to do. And running close is the fact I have yet to drive a convertible near mach speed on the Bonneville Flats while listening to Freebird.

Twinky, honey, I learned a long time ago in management (actually I don't like that word. I prefer leader) that folks have their own level, motivational podium, so to speak. I have seen talents, intellect, ability and promise galore in folks that I felt would carry them into leadership. But they were happy where they were with what they were doing. I learned to accept that. I was thankful to have them succeeding in the realm they were good at. You have folks patrolling, reporting etc. but do not want to be shift leader. Thankfully, you have concerned neighbors who at least go out and patrol and report. Hallelujah!!! What is the other side of the scenario? Nobody wanting to do anything....? How would that work? We just have to understand where folks are coming from. The Body is not one member but many. The foot the hand the ear the eye, etc., etc., etc...and occasionally the lower forty shows up. They need love, too. Ha!! Ha!! I commend you folks for your committment.

Garth, my thoughts exactly about the guy looking like Ron Howard!!!!!

Leafy, not only keeping the raft close at hand but dodging tornadoes here in the southeast. Just last Friday night trees down, power poles snapped in - two across four lanes of traffic. Many folks shaken but safe, thank God. But I do have to say the lake is back up. Last year it was down 22 feet. Now it is only down 8 feet. And honey, everything is green, green, green. Had some bare spots in the front yard so I planted grass seed a couple of weeks back. We have baby grass!!! Yeehaw!! No chance, just yet, getting out in the vegetable garden. Too wet. The Romaine is looking kind of yellow. I know I put enough nitrogen in the soil. The hosta and ferns are thriving in the shade garden. It looks like they have grown a foot in the last week. gc, my family is from Ireland. I have always been fascinated with the stone walls. It is so real and natural.

You got it , Raf.

Blessings galore to you and Cindy!!!!

Linda, I have thought about this one for a long time. 50 to 60 guests.....you go girl. I am with Mr. P. about having someone else cater the food in. This is your special time as well. I hope you have someone helping you. One of the most precious, loving baby showers I ever attended was a large gathering like yours. It was a potluck. Honey, the food the aunts, cousins, grandmas and friends brought was fit for a king. The invitation was sort of the game played at the shower. The invitation read (along where the mother was registered) bring your favorite dish you think a pregnant mom would like. Everybody loved it. Another close and personal idea is to have the mom have her picture taken with every guest. Then have the guest write a word of advice, sign it. Make this into a book with the picture and the handwritten advice. Priceless.

I don't know how to post links. Go to holyisthelamb.com. Click on Man Of Sorrows.

Will they be accepting resumes?

gc, how precious! I love the stones. What is that beautiful bush with the white flowers?

I like to hear that, too, notinKansasanymore. Both Bradford and Griffin, fine upstanding young men of character as well as athletes. Love me some Oklahoma......

hiway29, remember my topic, "Hey Mom." Freezing to near frostbite to watch baseball. It seems here the season goes like this....frost bite, blown off the bleachers by wind, eewwheeww, warm spring days, then the very mext moment frying in the sun, then frying in the sun a lot more for many months ( but that is baseball, thank God) then cool nights after frying days, then cool days and cold nights, then cold days and cold nights. I know what you are saying....it is like being at a football game when it is 90 degrees. I remember some years ago a sportscaster during a World Series game talking about one of the teams in the series. The team had complained about it being cold when the season started and the coach said to the effect, you better suck it up because you could be playing in this weather in October. On a more somber note...a boy who just wanted to play baseball has died. I know you all have heard the terrible news about Adenhart, the rookie pitcher for the Angels. I read that his father went into the empty stadium and stood on the pitcher's mound for several moments and wept. Truly sad.

The only "way bible" (what is that anyway? did the twi write a bible?) I have is the one John and Maryann gave me. I will cherish it always. They gave it to me on my birthday with a very personal, loving note. That was the same year my first child was born. I have every Bible I have ever been given. I have my great-grandmother's, my grandmother's, (many notations I don't see eye to eye with) my dad's that he was given in Bible school when he was eight years old and one I received when I was 12 years old and voted Valentine something at the Baptist church we attended. It has a red cover. That is the Bible I took with me to my first twig and PFAL.

Sowwee, sometimes I get forget. "And that completes my final report until we reach touchdown. We're now on full automatic, in the hands of the computers. I have tucked my crew in for the long sleep and I'll be joining them soon. In less than an hour we'll finish our sixth month out of Cape Kennedy."

Sounds like Calvinism (mongst other religions) has a formula...just like twi...for bein goodenuff. And Spoudazo, you strongly suggest I reconsider my Way thinking theology? Obviously, you have not read much about me here. Therefore, carry on, oh great holy one. Ain't buyin in that Ephesians 3:20 is about salvation. Ain't buyin your other crap about how bad my Father is. eweeww, and what if I don't reconsider my thinking? Your big bad evil god is gonna what? What works for you, works for you. What works for me works for me. That is grace. And that is beautiful.