Our new stove was delivered on Saturday! Not to say that cooking with the microwave, toaster oven, crock pot and camp stove for 7 months hasn’t been fun and everything, but I would just like to let out a hearty, “WA-HOO!”
Anyway, getting the new stove in place has inspired me to gear things up around here, so we’ve been unpacking boxes that have been sitting “in storage” upstairs for weeks (nay, months) and finding places to put things away. In a few cases, I would open a box, look in it and think why the heck are we keeping this? So there was a Goodwill pile and a Salvation Army pile
and a trash pile. My mom came over Saturday and helped by cleaning out and washing the inside of some of the kitchen cupboards I’ve been putting off. (When we moved in I cleaned just enough space for us to have a little room for our dishes and some pantry space - why go overboard, you know?)
I organized a staging area for our trash and recycling (a place to keep it until we take it to the compactor site.) I even cleaned up the breakfast nook, a.k.a. my “temporary” office space, which had gotten quite out of control.
And while I’ve been engaged in a flurry of organizing activity inside, look what happened when I wasn’t looking:
Yes, whilst Pioneer Woman and her clan are
playing in the snow and
feeding their horses in snow covered pastures, our paperwhites are busy blooming their little heads off out in the pasture. I just
love living in the South! And I love flowers you don’t have to plant or water or anything. Well, I guess you do have to plant these if you don’t having any growing around, but then you don’t have to do much of anything and they just keep on coming back! These were planted several generations back, I think. Maybe longer. I wonder if the person who planted them thought about us here in the future, being blessed by the fruits of their labor?
I feel inspiration coming on ... I think it’s time to paint!
For the Beauty of the Earth
For the beauty of the earth,
for the glory of the skies,
for the love which from our birth
over and around us lies;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
For the beauty of each hour
of the day and of the night,
hill and vale, and tree and flower,
sun and moon, and stars of light;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
For the joy of ear and eye,
for the heart and mind's delight,
for the mystic harmony,
linking sense to sound and sight;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
For the joy of human love,
brother, sister, parent, child,
friends on earth and friends above,
for all gentle thoughts and mild;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
For thy church, that evermore
lifteth holy hands above,
offering up on every shore
her pure sacrifice of love;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
For thyself, best Gift Divine,
to the world so freely given,
for that great, great love of thine,
peace on earth, and joy in heaven:
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
Text: (1864) Folliot S. Pierpoint
Music: (1838) Conrad Kocher; Arr. by W.H. Monk
