Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts
Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts

The "Juices" are Flowing

 A brief visit yesterday to Barnes and Noble got my creative
juices flowing.
Today I sewed rod pockets
in these light curtain panels.
They SHOULD have been
hanging all summer
but I'll enjoy them into autumn.
And, can you see the yard art here?  Three pieces created by my husband and father
have found their place in the sun!

Words Are Inadequate

"Installed the (kitchen) fan," 
she wrote on her journal page.
Then she realized the words didn't begin to capture
the experience--
the dismantling of the old;
the unpacking of the new;
spreading out the instructions
ready for reading;
the tools;
the ladder;
the patient assembler;
the helpful hands of elderly father;
the assembly of parts;
connecting of wires;
steps to the breaker box in the garage;
the return to flip on the switch...
And lights!
And the cool breeze of the fan! 
Yes.
Words ARE inadequate to express or explain much of ANYthing,
she concluded.

Bridged

 Traveling home from Alabama,
I took photos from a moving car
 of two parallel bridges
while crossing a third!
I've never been comfortable
crossing bridges, and this time 
was no exception.
It DID bring back memories
of the early 70's song,
Bridge Over Troubled Water...
My husband won my heart
when we were dating and I was going through what at that time
seemed like "troubled waters".
He hand delivered the album to me
without any words, as I recall now.

When you're weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes, I'll dry them all (all)
I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
♥️


Sunday before Dawn

Cool autumn darkness
wraps the house in its Sunday silence.
Freshly brewed coffee wafts an invitation
to pleasure.
Meanwhile, he who measured it
and started it perking
works with quiet skill
applying the second coat of paint
to the ancient cabinet’s carefully prepared surface.
Soon it will stand proudly
in the dining area,
a monument to the one who tirelessly
goes about his various occupations
with strength, patience and faithfulness
often unnoticed.
rlg - 9/10/2017

Writing a Song a Week #3

Writing a Song a Week #3
♪ I wait for the Lord; my soul waits and in his word I hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning ♪ (Psalm 130:5-6)