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Seasons Come Seasons Go

Monday, May 28th, 2018

Here’s my house, at least the front steps into it, and the big front window where I take pictures of the sunset through, capture images of the weather when it’s too windy or rainy to stand outdoors–or even just to grab a quick picture of the kids playing basketball without their noticing. Often when I look through these windows I remember how small the children were when we brought them here. Deeder was a toddler, and Carly was so young that she stood for the very first time in the front room just beyond those windows. Koen and AJ came home to this house directly from the hospital after their births in 2009 and 2012. It was Valentines day that we spent our first night here with nothing but sleeping bags and pillows in the living room and used an ice chest as our breakfast table that first morning.

Now of course the kids are older. Still young enough to enjoy playing in the snow that builds up around the house in winter and help me break down the soil in Spring for a fresh garden. For today’s writing I’d like to show my pictures of the last week of snow, and two weeks in for my small back yard garden.

Darren bought these hedge bushes maybe five years ago. They’re perfect. There are 41 in total, expected to reach 4ft which is close to where they are. The goal is to bring privacy to the yard and give it more of a rustic feel. In Autumn the foliage turns a flaming red if the summer has been the right balance of dry spells to rainy. by late October the leaves blow away revealing small berries which are enjoyed by the finches and chickadee that come to our world with the cooler months.

Snow man to winter squash. This is the end and beginning of my yards winter transformation. It is the winter’s last snowman, and the young garden of 2018. The snowman melted within a day of the photo being taken, all that was left of him was two soggy mittens and a soaked hat which are now washed and folded in anticipation of next year’s replacement as I’m sure there will be another snowman occupying my back yard in only a matter of months. I planted three varieties of winter squash this year, celery, a pepper plant, and three stalks of corn. It isn’t much to look at yet, but each plant has at least doubled in size since I planted them. The pepper plant has two blossoms on it already which thrills Koen since he was the one to pick it out. Squash is what always grows best for me. Of everything celery has the lowest survival rate since the cats love to eat it, the sun loves to burn it, and then of course is the present threat of bugs enjoying the soft greenery of it’s delicate leaves.

I am thinking of adding a tomato plant yet. I could since we’re still in planting season. I think there’s room across from the pepper plant. I always have a tomato plant and name it Thomas. I’m sort of missing him, which is foolishness and I really believe I may find myself at the garden store this afternoon finding my perfect Thomas for 2018.

Besides having children and plants in my yard, a constant fixture is the animals. Presently we have one dog, two cats, and two rabbits. Indoors we have one hamster, Oreo, and the dog and cats whenever they please to come inside. The rabbits however live outdoors in their hutch unless in the instance of really cold weather.

Waldo is my oldest rabbit. We brought him home as a young buck when Carly was still a baby, which means he’s 10 years old at least. We can tell he’s slowing down significantly, even looking smaller than his usual 17lb body that he’s been rocking for numerous years now. “You know, he’ll probably die this summer” are Darren’s words of caution to me as he sees me in the back yard dutifully watering the rabbits yard and providing them with all their favorite treats. I know my husband’s right. It’s been true since the age 8 which is the full life expectancy of rabbits. My other rabbit’s name is Jezebel. She’s 6 years old and so tame that my kids bring her indoors, even taking her to bed with them on occasion.

The other picture I’m posting today of a pet is our sweet Norman. She’s the youngest of our two cats, born on Father’s Day 2014. Norman has picked a favorite of my kids very carefully as the others hold her too tightly, that child remains unnamed under the presupposition that my descendants may read this! She’s wary of Darren and I as if she feels she’ll be reproved for something, such as clawing the furniture or jumping on the table. She’s shy, always worried about bodily harm coming upon her from the children. One of her top favorite activity is lounging about, either in the house or out, in any sunbeam she can find. Another favorite past time, enjoyed year round, is watching birds flit about outside either through the window or invading her backyard. She imagines herself as a proud and brave hunter stalking her prey which is far from her reality as the birds spy her and fly away before she can reach them.

The bible talks a lot about seasons throughout all parts of scripture. It’s quite a romantic notion I’ve always thought. God gives prosperity to his people, “for a season” and persecution for a season. He sends famine and times of plenty. In fact, across all faiths cultures and creeds we hear the story of perfection of humanity falling by the single bite of a bite of a particular forbidden fruit. In Biblical tradition there is the belief that as part of the consequence of this fall was the introduction of harsh weather that limit the season of growth of our agricultural crops. It was sin that introduced invasive plant species which constantly threaten the ability for our needed crops to thrive.

One time when Jesus was mad he took the time to curse an olive tree that was nearby. The prophet Jonah wanted God to take his life when an olive tree that he was taking refuge from the sun withered. It was an olive branch that the dove brought back to the ark as a sign to Noah that it was time to let the people and animals off the Ark. The scripture I wanted to use today links up with my writing from yesterday.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-2, “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;”

Ecclesiastes is a bit of a depressing book, but I like it. It’s one of those bleak doom and gloom pieces of scripture. I’ve always felt there’s a bit of irony in the fact that Solomon wrote this book since God gifted him with wisdom. Perhaps knowing so much could be pretty depressing, but with that long life and riches he also had one could think he had a pretty comfortable life. Maybe comfort can’t be assumed equal happiness? Maybe a measure of truth to ignorance is bliss.

At any rate, I plan to be here for a very long time. Taking the same photos, watching the kids grow, and the seasons pass and come again. It’s a blessed life, and I’m happy to be here to see it make the rounds that it does.

Life According to Cath

Friday, August 21st, 2015

Filing through old photos I came across this video. It’s my oldest telling some sort of story about her older brother, filmed by her little brother, they proceed to find him upstairs in the incredibly messy play room that shortly was converted into an office for me.

This is just such a tiny itty bit piece of what she goes through every day. All of her choices are creative efforts with the mere goal of making life just a little more magical.

She’s a great kid, and I’m super thankful to be blessed to be her mother.

….uh oh….the camera man just got kicked in the shin. dang!! well…I feel like I should go apologize to him for not getting mad at Deeder for that even though it was months ago now…

More pictures of my dear daughter, being a little mama.
She just loves holding babies, rocking them and whispering sweet things about their tiny hands and growing up.

Cath enjoys putting toys in babies faces and helping them look at stories when they’re older…until of course when those babies start fussing, in which case she just calls for the real mama and moves on as soon as she’s rescued!

Have I mentioned she gives pretty good hugs? It’s true!

morning snuggle!

morning snuggle!

Never is a mood bad enough or a pain deep enough that a hug from my daughter cannot easy that hurt. She can bring a smile and just be such a kind presence. She has her own challenges, but when anyone she loves needs some tenderness, she’s there. Every morning I get a tight hug around whatever part of me is closest to her arms reach.

House Tour

Monday, April 13th, 2009




Living room

it’s called split level…view of dining/kitchen from the living room

Deeder’s room

Carly’s room

(No picture of Mommy and Daddy’s room because Darren was busy catching zzzzs for the night shift when I was picture snapping–we sleep across the hall from Carly)

Down to the basement…



Room to the right: full of clothes totes and toys also housing the computer and door out to the backyard.

Room to the left, full of random stuff…some requires organizing, some I wouldn’t miss at all.
Some day it’ll be Deeder’s bedroom

And entrance to the garage is downstairs too…
Someday our cars will be in here.

The back yard, accessed through Room Right…

The front view isn’t as bad, actually it’s kinda cute.
We just need to customize a bit.

Perhaps we’ll paint the front door red and plant sunflowers in the front garden bed. I have all kinds of hopes and dreams for this house, for now I’m just at the level of being happy to keep up with daily mess…development and improvement will just happen in time.

This is It!

Friday, January 16th, 2009

There’s that saying about putting carts before horses and counting chickens before they’re hatched.

Right now I feel like we’re so close that it’s just hard to have an objective attitude.


Darren and I standing in the doorway looking like responsible grown ups who think of everything.


Carly and Deeder sitting by the living room fireplace




(Porch is off the kitchen and dining area)


on with the tour through the hall and on to the three bedrooms and bath. Sorry about forgetting to turn the lights on in the bedrooms, kinda weird of me.



For some reason I didn’t take pictures of the closets or anything, but I’m sure you don’t really care about that, or the bathrooms. They’re certainly nothing huge, but totally fine.




Next back down the stairs and into the basement which has a bathroom and three rooms that could be converted into bedrooms/play room space. The washer and drier hook ups are also down there.






Neighbors behind the house…

And to both sides

Our monthly payments including everything would be about even with what we paid in rent at our last place in Vermont. Darren called me on his cell to let us know that he got approved for the loan that we’ll need. Just a couple more steps and this house could be ours.

I’m praying that this will work out.

As for the carts before horses and chickens hatching–I’m watching and trying to be the best wait and see kind of person that I possibly can be.

Going in Tomorrow

Friday, January 16th, 2009




This may be the house for us, folks.

Darren looked at it as well as two other homes in this new development earlier today. The kids and I will go in tomorrow morning to see what we think.

I’ll be bringing my camera so that you people can go in tomorrow too. Be ready to comment. :)

This house looks so big! Darren and I could raise Deeder and Carly and our other 10 kids here, right?