Friday, March 14, 2025

The Cherry Blossoms Are In Bloom

This morning we left early and made a quick trip downtown to see the cherry blossoms. We have been to the Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington D. C. a few times now, but it's just so busy. And while our small town can't compete, in many ways I think I much prefer this setting, smaller, quieter, these are things I am seeking more and more in my life these days.

Spring is in the air, and after a legendary winter, at least in my lifetime, I am ready. I worked outdoors for awhile for the first time this season, clearing the patio of all the leaves that have piled up. Over the winter my husband and I decided that we built our raised beds on the wrong side of the yard and with the location of our water sources, it would make more since if they were on the opposite side. The materials we used are also not holding up that well, but thankfully can all be repurposed. So we've decided to downsize our gardening goals this year, anything we grow will be mostly in pots, maybe a few small beds if we're able to manage it, but we are going to use a different design. The space where we feel the garden needs to be is currently where we have our fire pit, but thankfully that's portable and easy to move. Anyway, it's all going to be a rather huge project and most likely will take at least two seasons to see it through. I do like the idea of a smaller garden this season, and growing things in pots will help to determine if there are enough hours of sun in the area where we want to move it for it to be successful.

Spring cleaning is next week. I had planned to begin this week but a few appointments came up, and I prefer, when possible, to undertake such things when I have a string of uninterrupted days, and as of today next week is wide open. So today I'm looking over my lists and finalizing my plans and come Monday morning I'll set to the task. There are a few jobs that will most likely bleed over into the following week, and that's fine. I'm not holding myself to any time frame here, other than I do hope to get the bulk of it done in a weeks time. 

Another type of cleaning on my agenda is digital downsizing. I simply have too much saved in far too many places and it's overwhelming. There are so many good ideas out there, and it's so easy to bookmark, pin or like things. But the truth is there is no way one person could accomplish it all, and honestly, who would want to? With that, I'm going to try to be more mindful of the things I pin/bookmark going forward, and only save things that I honestly think I might want to try. But first, I need to weed through and delete a lot of content I have already saved, as well as find a way to mainstream it all so that it's in one place. I'm not sure what that might look like just yet, but between Pinterest, Instragram, Facebook and my web browser, well, let's just say I've got my work cut out for me.

And speaking of pins, I came across this lovely thought on one my boards today and wanted to share.

"Experience one beautiful thing a day. However small. However trivial. Read a poem. Play a favorite song. Laugh with a friend. Gaze at the sky just before the sun's final tumble toward night. Watch a classic movie. Eat a slice of lemon drizzle cake. Whatever. Just give yourself one simple reminder that the world is full of wonders. It always helps to remember that there are things in this world to enjoy."

- AUTHOR UNKNOWN

Here are some beautiful things I experienced this week;

- To my delight, I discovered little buds on both of my lilac plants that we planted in autumn. I was worried, with winter being so cold this year, that they might not make it, but they both appear to be fine.

- While helping my husband haul off some limbs to the outer skirts of our property, I came upon a natural path leading into a field. The field belongs to the county, but unless they are working on the electrical lines they are never there. It is surrounded on each side by tall, majestic pine trees, and the entire setting reminded me somewhat of a cathedral, and thus it is now named. We hope at some point to clear out more underbrush and add some decorative elements, perhaps, to add to the loveliness, but it is beautiful even now, just as it is. I plan to visit it frequently.

What about you? What are some beautiful things you've experienced lately? I'd love to hear.

Until then . . .

 

Monday, March 10, 2025

On Earth As It In Heaven
- Making Our Homes A Haven

Good Monday morning, my friends! How are you? Did you survive the time change and losing that extra hour of sleep yesterday? To be honest it's the change in autumn that typically messes with my rhythm more than the spring, which you might think would be just the opposite. But for whatever reason, it's gaining an hour that takes me a couple of weeks to recover from. In some ways I wish they would just do away with this nonsense altogether and leave time be, but, I must admit, I didn't mind that extra hour of sunshine last night one little bit. Still, left to its Creator, this would all happen naturally anyway, so why not let it? But now I'm getting sidetracked so let's move on.

I'm currently participating in a lovely Lenten reading of This Beautiful Truth by Sarah Clarkson (you can learn more about that hereand I wanted to share a short passage from my reading with you this morning.


"Where my parent's dwelt, home was rich and heaven was close. Even as a child disturbed by change, my childhood was largely secure. For the moving van would barely have lumbered away when my mom would locate the kettle and unwrap the cups for tea. In every home we lived in there was art on the walls and music in the air. There were family dinners eaten by candlelight, stacks of books in baskets, our bedrooms made colorful, our beds soft. My mother set to the work of beauty. Where she lived, the rooms were lovely, the meals delicious and the space claimed for love. 

But the older I've gotten, the more I realize that she did not act alone. My mother was dependent upon God's life creating within her the vision she could not sustain alone. The Spirit who brooded over the vast and formless void at the dawn of time is the same one who broods within our hearts, and the words he speaks within us are the ones by which we act with and in him, calling light out of darkness and form out of the shaplessness of our fallen lives. 

All that's required of us is a willingness to come home. To be made welcome by God and to let our belonging transform not only the inward rooms of our hearts but the outward rooms of our lives, so that where we are we dwell in heaven, though we yet live in the broken earth."

- SARAH CLARKSON
This Beautiful Truth

The reason I wanted to share this passage is because if there's one thing I've come to realize more and more as the years pass, it is that I can do relatively little about the changes that are happening in the world outside my door. But, there is one domain, one atmosphere, that with the Lord's help I can influence and that is in my home. This is where, in partnership with the Spirit, I can strive for just a bit of "On earth as it is in heaven." I just found this so inspirational and uplifting, and couldn't we all do with a bit of that in today's restless world?
10 Ideas For Making Your Home A Haven
And while we're on the subject of ushering a little heaven into our homes, here's an article that speaks a bit to that. What other ideas do you have, or things that you do that make your home a haven?

And now I'm off my friends, to tend to my own home! The temperatures are warming up nicely this week and that's re-energizing me, which is a good thing because spring cleaning is on the horizon!

Until then. . . .

 

Friday, March 7, 2025

The Betsy Tacy Book Club
Book 2 - Betsy, Tacy and Tib



Good Friday morning, my friends! As I promised earlier this week, I am back today to highlight and discuss the second book in our 2025 read-along, Betsy Tacy and Tib, so let's jump right in, shall we?

The first thing I want to highlight is that from the beginning the people in the town who knew the girls didn't think adding a third person to the mix would work.  They felt that Betsy and Tacy had such a lovely friendship, and that adding Tib to the mix would disrupt the harmony. I found this interesting because when I was growing up my mother often said something similar, in fact, she discouraged me from inviting over more than one friend at a time to play. "Two's company, three's a crowd" is an oft used phrase I've heard over the course of my lifetime, and I suppose there's some truth to it. So often when three children play together two will bond and one will be left out, but not always, which was the case with Betsy, Tacy and Tib. 

In this book all three of the girls are 8 years old, which having been a mother, I recall as being a lovely age. No longer a toddler, but still a child. It was a magical age. The fact that the girls got along so well could be due to what is revealed in this sentence, "Betsy planned things up and Tacy and Tib loved to do them." It does appear that Betsy has the stronger, take charge personality of the trio, and as we've already discovered, she loves to make up stories. Appearing to be more docile in nature, Tacy and Tib seem to be content to follow their fearless leader, even if it often leads them into trouble.

One thing that is revealed about Tib is that she often "points things out", as was the case when Betsy and Tacy commented that "they wouldn't like to practice piano", to which Tib agreed but then added, "We don't know how to play the piano". Ever the one to point out the obvious, it seems. The author is quick to point out that "Tib was always pointing things out, but they liked her just the same." A minor annoyance, it seems, but easily overlooked.

I really enjoyed Chapter 4, The House In Tib's Basement. It evoked memories of a small area of our garage where I once set up a play house. I had a small cupboard and a little wooden table and chairs (which I could kick myself over and over again for every getting rid of!), and as I recall, I used an old screen door to create two spaces, and used some old pillows and blankets to make a couch that could also be used as a bed. I'm sure there were other things as well, and I recall that in the light of day I thought it a fun idea to actually spend the night there, but it seems that by the time evening fell, it was never quite as inviting. Reading about the little log house the children worked together to build took me on a fun little trip down memory lane, which I always enjoy.

But it was Chapter 5, Everything Pudding, that was by far my favorite. One thing that I noticed right off, and found interesting, was that the children went to school in the morning, left at mid-day and walked home for "dinner", which we call lunch here at our house, and then returned to school and walked home a second time in the afternoon. In other books I've read over the years the children often took their lunch in pails and ate at school. I'm not sure if walking home for lunch was a common thing during this time which would have been around 1900?

But I think the thing I loved the most about this chapter was when the girls were left to "keep house", and the fact that it was snowing, "It was snowing which made keeping house all the nicer", which set such a cozy setting.  That combined with hot cocoa and cupcakes, makes me want to make up a batch of cupcakes myself, although I think most of our chances for snow are growing less here, but cupcakes are always a good idea!

Another setting that was easy to step right into was in Chapter 9, The Secret Lane, when the girls discovered the tree lined lane and at the same time, the secret meeting place of Julia and Katie's "stuck up" club. The boiled eggs, sandwiches and cake spread out on a blue and white gingham table cloth, now that's a scene I could more easily replicate soon, and maybe I will. I already know a lovely spot right at the edge of the woods that would make the perfect setting.

And finally, in the the final chapter, Aunt Dolly, there was this line,

"I wonder what it will be like to be grown up? I don't think it will be as nice as being children. You have two numbers in your age when are ten, it's the beginning of growing up"

This took me back again to, as I mentioned earlier, to that magical time between the ages of 6-8 that I so cherished when my daughter was little. I do recall that her turning 10 was mixed with just a little twinge of sadness. For the rest of our lives, with the exception of those who live to be 100, our age is defined by two numbers and so I suppose it really is the beginning of growing up. Though I deeply enjoy the relationship I have with my daughter who is now 25, I can't help every now and then to long for the days when she was little. As children we can't wait to grow up, and once we do we realize how wonderful and carefree childhood truly was and we want to recapture it. You get a little of those carefree days again as you age, but not with the same innocence or energy you once enjoyed. Still, even at my age I  like to entertain childhood pleasures now and then. The thing no one ever tells you is that deep down it's your body that ages, but I think there's a part of your soul that might just linger between the ages of 6-8, I like to think so, anyway.

So now it's your turn! What were some of your thoughts, favorite chapters, passages as you read through this second book in the series?   I'd love to hear from you! Just leave your entry in the comments, and then join me here again next month as we discuss the third book, Betsy and Tacy Go Over the Big Hill.

 

Monday, March 3, 2025

The Betsy Tacy Book Club
- Book 1 - Betsy Tacy


Good morning, friends! I am back again today after taking a week to focus on preprations for Lent, which begins this Wednesday! I completely changed up my Lenten table display this year so it took me several days to shop for and put together the display. Having visuals in my home during this season helps me to remain consistent in my focus and makes it so much more meaningful. I do realize that because of that I was absent from this space last week, so I appreciate your patience.

With that,  as promised today we will begin discussing the first two books in our 2025 read-along of the Betsy Tacy books by Maud Hart Lovelace. As we begin I did want to let you know that I've decided to change things up a bit. I was originally going to share my thoughts regarding the first two books in one post, but I quickly decided that was too much.  So, I've decided to split them into two separate posts, sharing my thoughts on Betsy Tacy today and then in a second post on Betsy, Tacy and Tib on Friday, so if you're reading along be looking for both of them this week. Going forward the schedule will remain the same, which you can find in the original post linked above.

If this is your first time reading this delightful series, I hope you have enjoyed getting to know Betsy Ray and Tacy Kelly! In reading this series again for the first time in many years, I was reminded of the first time I was introduced to it and how much I thoroughly enjoyed it. I am happy to report that my enthusiasm has not waned in the least! This series remains one of my all time favorites!

For the sake of turning this post into a short story of its own, I thought I would just highlight a few of the happenings in the first book that I particularly loved.

First off, I just loved Betsy and Tacy's first meeting, and in many ways I so relate to Tacy, especially, who darted at the sight of Betsy running towards her, and then in her own way, trying to push past her shy fears and shouting out her name just as she closed herself safe behind the door.  But of course, Betsy didn't know at the time that Tacy was terribly shy, and not understanding what she said, she mistook it for name calling. My heart always breaks for Betsy in that moment, too, as she was so excited to potentially have a friend just her age, only to be disappointed when their first meeting didn't turn out as she had planned. Of course eventually they make things right and all is forgiven.  Being an introvert, I've been misunderstood a time or too, myself, so I'm so glad that Betsy was able to reach a place of understanding, and all the more so as she came to know Tacy better.

There are two other passages in this book that I always find especially sweet and endearing and the first is in Chapter 8 - Easter Eggs. Tacy's little sister, Bee, has just passed away and the two girls have not played together for awhile and Betsy has grown especially lonely for Tacy's company.  In the story Betsy dresses without disturbing anyone and walks over and stands outside Tacy's house.  Eventually Tacy comes out and the two walk together up to their little bench at the top of the hill where they decide to climb a tree. After awhile Tacy begins to open up about Bee's death and funeral. How pretty she looks surrounded by candles, and how sad her mama was, and at some point Tacy started to become emotional. That was when Betsy did what she often does, and tells Tacy a story of how beautiful heaven is, and when Tacy questions whether Bee can see them, Betsy assures her that she can. Eventually they climb up a little higher in the tree and place a lovely purple egg for the birds to take to Bee in heaven. 

The thing I find particularly lovely about this part of the story is how Betsy, even at her tender age, didn't push Tacy for information.  She simply wanted to be with her friend doing the the things they had always done together, and that created a safe place for Tacy to open up. When Tacy became emotional, the author says that it made Betsy "feel queer", but rather than asking Tacy not to cry or completely changing the subject, Betsy begins to speak of all of the positive things that Bee is now experiencing in heaven, and assuring her friend that Bee is safe and well.

I think so often in life, especially during seasons of grief, even well meaning people can bombard others with the inquistions and their odd way of wanting to know all the details. If you've experienced the death of a loved one, you probably know that after awhile you really do become weary of answering all the questions and rehashing it all. It is good to have a friend who is comfortable enough to sit with you in silence, or even just invite you to lunch and not even bring up the heartache you are experiencing, but at the same time, remains open should you feel the need to discuss it. That kind of friend can be hard to find.

And then later in Chapter 12, Tacy has an opportunity to return the favor.  Betsy has just come home from spending the summer away to find that she has a new baby sister. With the time frame of the first book being roughly 1898 or 1899, I assume that in those days families did not discuss such things as pregnancy, and with Betsy being away most of the summer I suppose it woud have been easy for to have no clue that her mother was expecting. Still, I remember when I read this the first time thinking it was a little odd that Betsy had no idea her mother was pregnant. Regardless, what we do know is that Betsy did not warm to the idea at first, in fact she became quiet upset about it. As was the case when Betsy went and stood outside Tacy's window after Bee's death, Tacy instinctively knew where to find her friend, and, as Betsy had done for her, she did not make Betsy feel she was wrong for being upset. Instead she comforted Betsy, recounting her own experiences having younger siblings; "You can't keep on being the baby forever," Tacy said. That statement alone assured Betsy. To know that Tacy had once been the baby herself and she seemed ok. Tacy also assured her that even though the baby was funny looking now, it would get prettier, and after awhile Betsy was feeling much better about her new baby sister.

I love that in this part of the story it is Tacy who is the comforter, which is very different than the shy, reserved little girl who often has nothing to say. The author even points this out; "All of the sudden she thought how odd it was that Tacy should be talking like this. Usually she herself did most of the talking.  But now Tacy was doing the talking. She was trying to comfort Betsy. And she had comforted her. All the sore hurt feelings were gone."

I am in season, even this late in my life, in which God is growing me. He has placed me in situations recently where I mayself have been called on to comfort and encourage others, which is as odd a thing for me as I'm sure it was for Tacy. And isn't it lovely how often in life love compels us step out of our comfort zone to be there for another?  I also relate very much to Betsy in this chapter, as well. I was almost seven when my brother was born, and while I had known for awhile that my mother was expecting, I really had my heart set on a sister and recall being visiblly upset when my father came home from the hospital with the news that I had a baby brother. But like Betsy, it didn't take long for me to push past my disappointments. Almost seven years separated us, so we never had a lot in common, but I have many wonderful memories of the things we shared together as children.

So now it's your turn! What were some of your thoughts, favorite chapters, passages as you read through this first book in the series?  Are you enjoing it so far, looking forward to move on to the next book, Betsy Tacy and Tib (who we were introduced at the end). I'd love to hear from you! Just leave your entry in the comments, and then join me here again later this week as we continue the discussion of Betsy, Tacy and Tib!