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Do what you can where you are with what you've got.
Theodore Roosevelt
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Wed 31 May 2006
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Here’s the long shot of our garden. We’ve been enjoying the lettuce for some time now, and the tomatoes were just beginning to bloom here. |
| This is a “back view” showing the two ages of corn. Can’t wait for fresh corn on the cob. |  |
Tue 30 May 2006
A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream.
The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation.
The traveler left, rejoicing in his great fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said, “I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone.”
Mon 29 May 2006
Justin and Calie came down for a couple of days and came out to the farm with Jennifer for lunch today.
Garland was down for the weekend too!
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Fri 26 May 2006
Many of us have heard the saying above. I took this pretty rose photo yesterday and wanted to put that saying on it. A search of the ‘net gave up the context it was written in, which provides much more insight into the saying.
We all remember Romeo and Juliet, lovers from families which hated each other. Juliet spoke these words to Romeo:
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet . . . .
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet . . . .
’Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O! be some other name:
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
— William Shakespeare
Thu 25 May 2006
We took Richard’s brother Paul and his wife Camille out to dinner last night for Paul’s birthday celebration. Here’s Paul and Richard.
Wed 24 May 2006
This afternoon the squirrels were brazenly thumbing their nose at Wayne (Richard’s old dog) and I on the front porch. Wayne used to keep them farther up the tree in his younger days, but they aren’t very afraid of him any more.
Wed 24 May 2006
Once again the Pharo Cattle Company Newsletter hits a home run with this funny story in their weekly newsletter. And, I can make fun because I am a Lutheran!
We are pleased to announce Lutran (Lutheran) Viking Air is now operating in Minnysota and also serving Visconsin, Nort and Sout Dakota.
If you are travelin soon, consider Lutran Viking Air, da no-frills airline. You’re all in da same boat on Lutran Air, where flyin is a upliftin experience.
Dere is no First Class on any Lutran Viking Air flight. Meals are potluck. Rows 1-6, bring rolls; 7-15, bring a salad; 16-21, a main dish, and 22-30, a dessert. Basses and tenors please sit in da rear of da aircraft. Everyone is responsible for his or her own baggage. All fares are by free will offering and da plane will not land ’til da budget is met.
Pay attention to your flight attendant, who will acquaint you wit da safety system aboard dis Lutran Viking Air 599. Okay den, listen up. I’m only gonna say dis vonce. In da event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, I am frankly going to be real surprised and so vill Captain Olson, because we fly right around two tousand feet, so loss of cabin pressure would probably mean da Second Coming or someting of dat nature, and I wouldn’t bodar with doze liddle masks on da rubber tubes. You’re gonna have bigger tings to worry about den dat. Just stuff doze back up in dair little holes. Probably da masks fell out because of turbulence which, to be honest wit you, we’re going to have quite a bit of at two tousand feet, sort a like driving across a plowed field, but after a while you get used to it.
In da event of a water landing, I’d say forget it. Start saying da Lord’s Prayer and just hope you get to da part about forgive us our sins as we forgive doze who sin against us, which some people say “trespass against us,” which ain’t right, but what can you do? Da use of cell phones on da plane is strictly forbidden, not because day may confuse da plane’s navigation system, which is seat of da pants all da way. No, it’s because cell phones are a pain in da wazoo, and if God meant you to use a cell phone, he would have put your mout on da side of your head.
We start lunch right about noon and it’s buffet style wit da coffee pot up front. Den we’ll have da hymn sing; hymnals are in da seat pocket in front of you. Don’t take yours wit you when you go or I am going to be real upset and I am not kiddin!
Right now I’ll say Grace: “Come, Lord Jesus, be our guest and let deze gifts to us be blessed. Fadar, Son, and Holy Ghost, may we land in Dulut — or pretty close.”
Happy Landin wit da Lutran Viking Airline!
Tue 23 May 2006
This morning I was trying to describe this parable I had read many years ago to Richard. I ran a Google search and finally (on page 12 of the search results) I found it! Isn’t the internet wonderful?
Once upon a time, twins were conceived. Weeks passed in the womb and the twins’ awareness grew.
“Isn’t it great that we were conceived! Isn’t it great to be alive!”
Together the twins explored their world. When they found their mother’s cord, which gave them life, they sang
“How great is our mother’s love that she shares her life with us!”
As the weeks stretched into months, they noticed how each one was changing.
“What does it mean?” asked A.
“It means that our stay in this world is drawing to an end,” said B.
“But I don’t want to go,” exclaimed A.
“But maybe there is life after birth,” said B
“How can that be?”, replied A.
“We will shed our life cord, and how is life possible without it? Besides, we have seen evidence that others were here before us, and none of them have returned to tell us that there is life after birth. No, this is the end.”
So A fell into deep despair saying,
“If conception ends in birth, what is the purpose of life in the womb? It’s meaningless! Maybe there is no Mother after all!”
“But there has to be,” protested B, “How else did we get here? How do we remain alive?”
“Have you ever seen the Mother?” said A, “maybe she lives only in our minds. Maybe we made her up because the idea made us feel good.”
The last few days in the womb were filled with deep questioning and fear. Finally the moment of birth arrived. When the twins passed from their world, they opened their eyes and cried. For what they saw exceeded their fondest dreams.
Mon 22 May 2006
| One night I had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there was seen, The footprints of my precious Lord, But mine were not along the shore. But then some stranger prints appeared, “My child,” He said in somber tones, “You disobeyed, you would not grow, “Because in life, there comes a time, |
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