When Sher moved to Florida, she dug up hostas from her yard that she had transplanted from Mama's yard. Saturday Paul divided them and there were 10 sets and he put them out for me in beds in the back yard. (I've never had much success with anything in the front yard, except the azaleas, and one yard is enough for Paul to maneuver around all manner of growing things that I keep finding for him to plant.) The nice rain Saturday just gave them a good soaking and settling in. Every year they can be divided and re-set in other spots. When I told Sher he had planted them, she asked, "When I get settled and my own house here, will you bring me some?" Of course, I will, even if I have to mail them!
(Speaking of plants - the one Mama asked me if I watered when she was in the hospital - the one I had forgotten about - is huge! Every few weeks it unfurls another big leaf and I have to turn it so it remains symmetrical. I have it on a rolling plant stand so it can be moved around for opening doors! Her Christmas cactus, although it didn't bloom this year, is healthy and probably could stand re-potting.)Sunday's rain was a surprise between the picture perfect morning and late afternoon. I was cleaning out the closet in the garage when I heard the drops on the tin room. Not wanting to get drenched, I just pulled up the stool Paul keeps out there and sat in the doorway and watched and listened to the rain. Called Mama Nick while I was sitting there enjoying the lovely rain and we talked several minutes. (Later, Paul said he had called her, too; she didn't tell me he had.) I asked if she could still do her crossword puzzles and she said, "Oh, yes. But since we stopped getting the Commercial, and I get the Tupelo Journal, those puzzles are harder." She still has an old set of encyclopedias and a dictionary handy to look up information. Amazing woman.)
After I ran out of energy and time to work in the garage, I took Oscar for his walk and Cindy Yarnold was in her yard as we passed by. We visited for a few minutes and Oscar was his usual Jekyll/Hyde self. I apologized for him since he just sat there looking all friendly and innocent. Cindy and I talked for a good while about our kids, birthdays and getting close to retirement age. She used to babysit Amy, Joy and others, along with having her two children Terese and Chris. How do the years go by so fast from babysitting to Social Security?
Bro. Matt is still preaching from Nehemiah on Sunday nights - one of my favorite books in the Bible. We also saw a short video of Jeff and others' trip to Zambia last week, and at the end a live video feed of James and Marci where Bro. Matt was able to ask them questions. The congregation sees all this on the overhead screens. Marci said their children didn't need coloring books to keep occupied in church - they had live animals wandering about they could watch! Goats, chickens... They will soon be going on a month-long trip into part of the country that doesn't have the accommodations we Westerners are used to, and even they have had allergy problems. Much to pray for them.
After church on the way home, there was a beautiful rainbow in the east. One end was very vivid while the arch stitched through the heavy low clouds and was hidden from sight. But God's promise - not hidden. (Did you know that rainbows if seen from above are round?) We got home, I grabbed my camera and went rainbow chasing. The clouds were billowing and blowing across the sky, sometimes appearing to touch the tops of trees. I drove all the way around Peterson Road until all that was left of the sunset were little brush strokes of bright coral way back in the west.
I almost missed seeing this shot of the rainbow until I enhanced this picture just a little.
Looking toward Junior High.
Little gifts of everyday life; God's grace at every turn. "The earth is the Lord's, and everything in it."
1 Corinthians 10:26
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