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  • Crocus and Spring Iris at their Peak.

    What an exciting day! Not only is it a beautiful day outside, we got our new printer/copier today. We’ve signed up with a program that gives us a new printer in exchange for our commitment to print a certain number of pages each month, and to buy supplies from them. We’ve been thinking about it…

  • When you say good morning, you’d better mean it!

    My morning started out busy, getting everyone out, with all the assorted doo-dads they needed. But now I am being very quiet, feeling the fever roll through my bloodstream like the tide. Phil will be home for lunch hopefully by then I will have coaxed or threatened Juliet and Pippa into cleaning their room. Johann…

  • A triplet of poetry

    Juliet’s Birth Sweetly, Lord, hast Thou filled my lifeWith joys unutterable and blessings uncountable.In the midst of suffering and trials Thou art,Incomparable, holy, just, Thou art God.A child born to me is Thine, a gift returnedTo thy care even though her father and IAre her earthly gurdians, Thou art her Father,And we devote her to…

  • Well, today is the first day in a while that hasn’t been nice out. It is cold and rainy. We needed the rain, though, it had gotten pretty dry. Dad sowed the crescent day before yesterday and it had rained a little that night, so with this rain anything that is going to sprout at…

  • Laundry Bonds

    In everything I do I can find some beauty, even in something as prosaic as hanging laundry to dry. As I stand here this morning I am refereeing a game of freeze-tag that is happening in the driveway, and contemplating the contrasts in the clothing in front of me. One of the cutest things I…

  • Celebrations

    We celebrated Phil’s birthday this weekend. As always, Glady was my party planner, she decided that we should do a sports theme and have a cake with a football field on it. The girls made paper chains and other decorations, and we had a party Saturday night. We invited Sharon and Rachel and Ray and…

  • Pastiche

    written 3/18/06This morning as I was giving the girls their breakfast, and telling them I needed to sit and feed Johann, Julie asked me “Mama, how do you make his food?” “My body makes it.” “Yes, but how?” As I walked away to tend the baby, I hurriedly explained. “Milk ducts inside me make it.”…

  • Joyful Noise

    A Joyful Noise Hark what angels hear;A voice, raised in song,Peals of praise to Him.Perfect beings above listenPausing in their perfect songTo hear the earthly heartLift her voice to heaven. They marvel at her gift,For their own song may beFlawless before His throne,Hers is infinitely more preciousAs hers is sung by choice. She has the…

  • A Cookie Afternoon

    I had the opportunity to stand outside in the rain this morning with both Glady and Johann. We were covered by an umbrella, and Johann was safely wrapped up in the sling and my coat, with only his head showing. I relish the chances I get to spend time with my children like that, undistracted…

  • We’ve had an exciting couple of days… Johann is pulling himself up to stand in the crib! He got up there, a little wobbly, and gave me this great big grin, like “see what I can do?” He stood there and I cheered for him for a couple of minutes, and then he fell over…

  • Magic Ahoy! The Search for Dewey’s Treasure

    Well, yesterday was THE Day. The children’s librarians of New Hampshire (hereafter referred to as Chilis), gathered into one overly warm room in Gilford to review a roster of artists. Our summer hangs in the balance, as for the fifth time we were selected to be on that roster. Months of effort on our part,…

  • If a poem is a snapshot of one’s soul, then these are pictures of my emotionally turbulent late-teens. JewelsWhen I am dead and goneOthers will not know meNot know my dreams, my fancy.What was in life a brilliant jewelWill but faded glass be. I regret it never,Because I know what will be.Another my pity what…