Gardening 2013. Been a Great Season!

                                                    WHAT SHALL WE DO?   By Anna
                                                   
                                                     What shall we do for George's birthday,
                                                      It is almost George's birthday,
                                                      Give him a ball that says "Penn"
                                                       No, that's more useless than a hen.

                                                      
                                                        What shall we for Jules' birthday,
                                                         It is almost Jules' birthday,
                                                         Give him a ball, from off the wall,
                                                         No, that would not do at all.

                                                              
                                                          What shall we do for Lindsie's birthday,
                                                           It is almost Lindsie's birthday,
                                                           Give her a flower, for half an hour,
                                                           No, that would make her cross and sour.

                                                         
                                                            What shall we do for Anthony's birthday,
                                                             It is almost Anthony's birthday,
                                                             How about give him a cobra snake,
                                                             Think of all the effort it would take!


                                                              What shall we do for Esther's birthday,
                                                               It is almost Esther's birthday,
                                                               Give her a canary, and then call Carrie,
                                                               Yes! That would make her very merry.

                                                             
                                                              What shall we do for these children's birthdays,
                                                               Send them away for a week and a mirthday,
                                                               And when they arrive from their roam,
                                                                Welcome them with open arms to their home.

                                                                                     THE END

Children's Choir: An American Premier

Raising Boys

Raising boys. I send them outside, I don’t drug them. Yes, let them be rough I am not afraid of band aids. 

Feminists and their male enablers have slowly but surely destroyed what used to be a man. We raise our daughters to compete fiercely with anything and everything that looks like a man and no…no. Girls cannot do everything that a man can do. There are a few loud ones, loud and angry holed up in the Ivy league tower of theory and thesis who quickly punish any that object to a woman on the front line. Some of them have been seen behind the high gates of tenure, waiting eagerly to humiliate any young women who might entertain a love for husband and child above self-fulfillment and self-indulgence and self-discovery and how to love myself even more. But there is an antithesis: God made the woman for the man and the man is from woman and they need one another and the state cannot replace the now easily disposable men. 

What are we Christian women teaching and modeling to our sons and daughters? Titus 2 or the Feminist experiment? We are indeed surrounded by a colossal failure of this experiment and yet we press on in the face of the havoc it has wrecked on the family. I teach my sons that character, courage, honor is to be valued far above self-centeredness and mesmerizing buttons to push. Jesus, Moses and Elijah talked with God as a man speaks to his friend..I want my sons to know God and prepare daily to be men that can love their wives and disciple their children in the faith. I want them to look to Christ, not the backstreet boys…or who is hot today? 

What am I saying to my girls? Go out, have fun, use protection and cover the tracks of your sin at all cost, we will make sure you have access to the morning after pill or the months later procedure, get your heart broken a dozen times but you are a strong and powerful young woman..fly…Twelve men may use and discard you but hopefully you find one that is tired of using and discarding and you can settle together for as long as you can stand each other. There is a God in Heaven and as the poet said, the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small. Somebody dropped the ball a long time ago and today we are surrounded by dysfunction and we are trying to fund it away..or we could wake up and not ask “how high” when the national organization of women says “jump”.

Othello: The Moor of Venice

AO Composer Study - Franz Joseph Haydn

Behold our God

Funky Nests in Funky Places Challenge with Cornell. We Won!

Hot Sun & Blueberries!!

Water Park

Maize and Tomatoes...tall!

Whoa! Lots of Rain = Lots of tall things in the garden.

Summer Track

Pro Choice to Pro Life in a Matter of Seconds

Five More Stories and We Will Be in the New Testament...says Joseph

as he stalks me with his Bible story book asking for a good explanation why I don't have enough time to read three stories every day.

Battle of the Muscle Men. Asterix

At Home

The Causeless Atheist

 The Anger of God in our Day and Age by David Pawson


“There is no God”, the speaker cries
“Don’t let your thoughts be chained
This universe evolved itself
The world is self contained”
Just then an urchin in the crowd
A skillful pebble throws
Which accurately lands
Upon his atheistic nose
“Who threw that stone?” the speaker roars
At which the cockney elf
Intuitively keenly retorts
“No one, it threw itself”
So a pathetic casualty
Discomfited and worse,
Goes home to meditate
Upon this causeless universe.

This mental immodesty
Which is sheer arrogance
Leads to moral imbecility
And makes a man a fool
He loses his sense
And can no longer talk
Or think honestly.

Psalm 14:1

How now?

Deborah, Asenath and Eunice

Deborah of Egypt Heading Home. Animals: Kilkili the Roadrunner, Hootisa the Owl and Lucia the Crane

Asenath and Eunice of Senegal: A Sister Conversation

It is Very Hot Here by JJ