Zipping Oregano


My grandmother had ferns like this carefully cultivated in a raised bed that ran around the perimeter of her patio. In hindsight I can see how difficult it must have been to keep them alive in the hot desert climate in which she lived. Thus I can now also understand why she would get so irate when I would go along the beds and carefully zip off all their tiny little leaves…..sigh

Gosh golly was it fun, wrong, but fun. So today when I had to zip the dried oregano for future use it brought back the memories of fern zipping, and what a terrible little brat I was to my grandmother. Still like grandmothers everywhere, she easily forgave me, and always welcomed me whenever I came to visit.

My girls tell me that they also zipped the ferns at my mother’s house and she also would get annoyed with them. I suppose I should be thankful that my mother did not plant those ferns on her patio until I was old enough to resist the temptation.

Regardless of all that, today I found an acceptable replacement for ferns and spent an hour or so zipping dried oregano to my hearts content, and the best part, I am not in trouble for it. 😉


❤️ Blessings Belinda

Ps. If you look real close at the picture of the ferns, you can see that one of my grandkids has zipped a piece of the fern. However, that is why I have that plant in the first place. I keep it so my grandchildren can zip zip zip it, while I pretend not to notice. I really need to get it in the ground so it can spread and give them more to work with 😁


Lovely 23


I was greeted this morning by an orange headed finch as I opened the door to go in search of the lawn mower, which I have the unfortunate bad habit of not putting away. This picture does not do justice to the vibrancy of its plumage. I startled it, and it skaddled before I could share its presence, perhaps it will return.

Other than mowing the remaining tidbits of grass around the place, dead-heading the roses and asundry blooming flowers, washing, but not folding, some laundry, finishing all my dishes (Saturday is my dish day and I am usually exceptionally procrastinating about them 🙄) a trip to Costco, a dabble of sewing, and intermittent yet enjoyable conversation with the horde, I haven’t done much of anything. Don’t let the list delude you, each of those things uses insignificant pieces of time, for you see I have spent the majority of my day curled up and reading…..sigh

It all began last night. Even though I am in the middle of several good reads, (yes I have restarted the bad habit of reading multiple books at once) I randomly pulled Ira Wagler’s memoir Growing Up Amish out of one the towering piles teetering about my bed. It is one of those books that you are half way through with before you even notice, because it flows so beautifully, and it is so real in its depiction of the struggle of obedience without Grace.

I remember several years ago when my sweet cousin declined several good books I offered because she just didn’t have the patience for fiction anymore. At the time I had no inkling of what she was trying to tell me, however recently I have begun to understand. For there is something to be said about knowing that what you are reading is real, someone’s personal experience with life, not make-believe. It often means the ending is not tied up with pretty little bows and is also often not what you wanted to happen, but then again, my life is not ending up where I would chose it to be if I could write the ending either.

Well, thank goodness one doesn’t have to settle for one or the other, fiction or books on every thought and idea one can imagine, because I cannot.

Snicker, snort. It just occurred to me that maybe my son talked me into buying a kindle last week because he is worried about all those teetering towers of books falling over and burying me alive in my bed some night.

Then again, I will now have my kindle with me under the crushing mound, so I guess I would die while reading. Humm…there could be worse ways to go.

❤️ Blessings Belinda



Since first I learned to love it

My life flows on in endless song;
Above earth’s lamentation,
I hear the sweetdagger, tho’ far-off hymn
That hails a new creation;
Thro’ all the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing;
It finds an echo in my soul—
How can I keep from singing?
What tho’ my joys and comforts die?
The Lord my Saviour liveth;
What tho’ the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that refuge clinging;
Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?
I lift my eyes; the cloud grows thin;
I see the blue above it;
And day by day this pathway smooths,
Since first I learned to love it,
The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
A fountain ever springing;
All things are mine since I am his—
How can I keep from singing?


Seeking Shelter

Yesterday it was 108.

This morning I tried to go out and mow the much neglected bit of grass remaining in what should be the front lawn, but at eight am the sun was already blazering like lasers…..sigh

Therefore I have given up and retreated, to the not air conditioned, but still cooler house, and here I will sit in my treacherous chair baking like a toasted cheeser, sewing, filling out Heloc applications, perhaps decorating my toenails, and listening to an audible book my son brought home from school called, Algorithms to Live By: The Computer Science of Human Decisions by Brian Christian and Tom Griffiths. Which by the by, is quite fascinating and worth a listen or read.

So upon reflection, I have to give praise and thanksgiving for this despicable weather that has chased me inside to what appears to be working itself into a very pleasant day of nothing much.

Thank you Lord for the attitude adjustment and the heat, which is creating the much needed rest I have been craving, but felt irresponsible taking.

Silly me 😎




All has been well lately; no disasters or drama. I am reading another thought provoking book, Disappointed with God by Philip Yancey. It is consuming my free time, but this is not a bad thing considering that I twisted a knee the other day when my sweet cousin screamed cockroach below, and it needs to healed before Saturday when my daughter has a show. (What a good excuse to lay around and read, yes?)

Anyway, when I finish Yancey’s book I am trying to decide between Alcorn’s If God is Good, Making all Things New by Henri Nouen, 11/22/63 by Stephen King, or the Personal Memoirs of Ulysses S. Grant. I used to read several books at one time without a hiccup, but as I get older, it is becoming difficult to keep track of too many story lines at once, and besides, I am not to sure if I would really like to have those four jumbled up together in my mind. So it is only a question of which one first 🤔

On a more personal note, upon the surprising realization of my solitary state, I decided it was maybe time to get out there and mingle with the opposite gender. So I girded up my courage, and signed up for an online dating site, thinking to find some company 😑 This did not go so well as it became apparent that all the gentlemen I would be interested in had marriage as their end goal, and alas, I have no desire to marry again…..sigh

So I suppose it is rather apt, that the book I am reading is summing up with, life’s not fair, get over it, and Love the Lord your God with your all in all, in spite of it.

Harsh perhaps, but quite helpful. For if your end goal is fairness, rather than love, disappoint is sure to follow you all the days of your life.




I asked for the hole in the front yard to be filled in, hum….


I suppose I should have expected this when I told him not to worry about leveling the yard, that I was okay with a mountain since I intend to plant trees……..but?

Maybe I should not have been my usual overly dramatic self and used the word mountain…..🤔

Then again, his job description is to be helpful, and I suppose the smile his antics brought to my face was truly the most helpful thing he could have done for me yesterday.

So, I am beginning to become attached to my mountain. Every queendom should have one you know, and with a few strategically placed yard gnomes and such, who could complain?

Still, I remember saying this about Cedarella, and it was not too long before she up and disappeared.

I think my family must not like yard gnomes or something…..sigh


Worthwhile Consumption

I just finished Postively Powerless by L.L. Martin. It is a book I will recommend to all in my family. For I found it to be a game changer in my current walk with the Lord, and a much desired jump start regarding my long ignored bedside reading pile, which had been growing to dangerous heights from my neglect, but is now once again consuming me in a very good way.

Additionally there was a sweet sweet treasure awaiting discovery at the end of the book.

Blessings Belinda