Saturday, July 23, 2016

July Meditation



I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.

-  John Burroughs

July Poetry



"That beautiful season the Summer! 
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; 
And the landscape 
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood."
-  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Friday, July 22, 2016

Goals for the Week of July 24-30, 2016

Spiritual
     ABF/Church
     Daily Bible Reading 
     Introduction to the Devout Life by St. Francis de Sales

Physical
     32 oz. water daily
     2 fruits daily
     Exercise DVD daily 

Quilting
     Finish Scrap 9-Patch top

Reading
      Make It Fast, Cook It Slow by Stephanie O'Dea
     An Amish Kitchen by Beth Wiseman
     Letters to the Lost by Iona Grey
     The Bird: A Natural History by Colin Tudge

Cooking
     Macaroni and Cheese 
     Baked Fish, Carrots/Thyme, Corn on the Cob
     Beef and Barley Soup
     Spaghetti and Meatballs 
     German Chocolate Cake for Paul's BD Party

Home
     Order front door wreath
     Clean out guest bedroom closet

Personal
     Haircut
     Paul's BD Party

Sunday, July 17, 2016

July Poetry



"The linden, in the fervors of July,
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
The music of the woodland depths, a hymn
Of gladness and of thanks."
-  William Cullen Bryant, Among the Trees 

July Meditation



In wilderness people can find the silence and the solitude
and the noncivilized surroundings that can connect them
once again to their evolutionary heritage, and through an
experience of the eternal mystery, can give them a sense
of the sacredness of all creation.


-   Sigurd Olson (1899-1982)

July Poetry



"The linden, in the fervors of July,
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
The music of the woodland depths, a hymn
Of gladness and of thanks."
-  William Cullen Bryant, Among the Trees 

Monday, July 11, 2016

Around OakMeadows



Around OakMeadows

For the past 3 years we have gone to the Texas Butterfly Festival in Mission, TX the last weekend in October. It has been so much fun to be around a lot of people who are interested in butterflies and birds. We have gone on field trips and JMM took a class on butterfly photography once. I was really looking forward to it again this year.  This morning I set about doing the registration and checking on what classes or field trips we wanted to attend. Much to my dismay, rather than picking and paying for the activities that we wanted to participate in, there is a flat fee of $275 per person which allows you to attend any of the activities. To make matters worse, I have a disability and there is nothing outside the National Butterfly Center that I can attend and JMM wasn't pleased that he would have to leave me to attend any of the field trips. Long story short, $550 is just too much money for not enough activities for both of us.  Instead, we will take a trip on our own to the Rio Grande Valley in November and do our own field trips.  This also means that I can attend the Houston International Quilt Festival since it is always the same weekend as the Butterfly Festival. 

Sunday afternoon we went to the Houston Museum of Fine Arts to see a film about an exhibit of paintings by Vermeer at the National Gallery, London. The exhibit emphasized the place of music in his paintings.  I learned that there are only 36 paintings by Vermeer of the about 50 he produced.  He died virtually penniless.  

Hot, hot, hot!  It has been 95-96 degrees every day for the past 10 days. Thank goodness for air-conditioning. I grew up on the Texas Gulf Coast in the days before air-conditioning and it was no picnic.  I remember once the church placed large blocks of ice with fans blowing over them to make the sanctuary more bearable. Didn't help. We had hand held paper fans from various funeral parlors to fan ourselves during the church service. Helped a little. We had an attic fan in our very first house and it was wonderful; it honestly kept the house pleasant at night.  However, it did draw in tons of pollen which was bad for allergies.  

All the swallow babies have flown. Finally, I can get the porches cleaned! We have almost no butterflies. We have a pair of woodpeckers and a pair of hummingbirds, and the usual cardinals, mockingbirds, bluejays, and an unknown wren. The fields are ripening: the rice is beginning to turn golden, the sorghum is a gorgeous rusty red-brown, the cotton is green with white fluffs, and the hay is ready for a second cutting. Beautiful.  

I want to see Ghostbusters II. I'm in need of a good belly laugh. Loved the original Ghostbusters!

That's all the news from OakMeadows where the cats are belly up sound asleep and the people have to walk around them.