Do you or your family make any special dishes for the holidays?
It’s been said that I make a pretty good Quiche biscuit.
But, my cookies are better…
Biscuit Anyone?
Who Knew…
It began as a safe space… or a mental refuge, if you will!
Hmmmm…
From dreamer to storyteller,
The things God can do!
Finding Dreamland…
If sleeping were no longer necessary…
I would freely seek sleep, as the thing I would spend those hours doing. Why? Simply because I wanted to!
Where do you think I get all my ideas?!
Have a cookie…
Comfort…
Jesus Comforts His Disciples
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. 2 My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. 4 You know the way to the place where I am going.” John 14: 1-4
OOh OOh, I Know This One…
Take a moment, if you please
To meet my three favorite pet peeves…
The first is Bettina,
the stubborn little Rhino…
To everything that I tell her, she has to say “I Know!”
Then comes little Auzzie, an owl who refuses to fly,
Busily baking cookies,
only dreaming of reaching the sky!
Last but not least,
meet a bird whose quite cheeky…
Nanny clucks at all the others,
while still wearing egg on her own beaky!
These peeves you see, are my favorite’s three,
because these peeves,
are all pieces of me…
For better and for worse,
we must finish what we start,
I shall tend to all these scars,
as God does the mending of my heart!
Cookies, anyone?
The Art of Being Quiet…
I’m practicing…
Have a blessed Sunday, everyone… hugs
YOU!!!!!
Who are your current most favorite people?
You make this journey so beautiful!
Smile…
It’s Saturday!
Life is beautiful… so let’s live it!
His Name Was Harley…
Stubborn…
Bull headed…
Neurotic…
Sneezed on everyone…
Freeway Buddy…
Snuggle Monster…
Grumpy ole thing…
Forgot who he was…
and often, even where he was…
Stood by my side until his very last breath…
Forever in my heart…
Never forgotten!
Here, have a biscuit…
Barnyard Business…
Messages…
When I opened the barn door this morning, there were babes running around everywhere, squealing in excitement about something, of which I had yet to understand. That is, for all of about 15 seconds!
I heard some very important words rise up from all the chaos…
Above the ruckus, came the familiar names of both Tilly and Squagon, put to song, as they danced about the room. Then the entire barn would switch from that song, over into songs about Christmas, oddly enough!
Looking about, I spied miss Tilly over in the corner of the room, turning in circles with a dreamy look upon her face. As for everyone else, well, they were all taking turns at climbing on a hay bale, for a chance to be flown around the barn… and by none other than, guess who?
Boomer, that’s who!
He must have learned to fly, at some point…
Most probably, while being launched over the pond last week, Boomer has now figured out how to do exactly that… fly!
All I could do for several moments, was stand there in the middle of the barn watching, with my mouth hanging open in surprise. Thankfully, the babes were only being flown around inside the barn, and safely above the hay that’s covering the floor. Boomer isn’t strong enough to carry his friends for long, before loosing his grip and dropping them.
*Note to self* set up some barn rules about flying, especially with each other!
As I got my bearings, what with all the goings on in the room, I noticed both Brutus and our Lilly, sitting quietly in the midst of everything… simply waiting for things to settle down.
Brutus sat holding two pieces of mail, with miss Lilly balanced upon his shoulder wearing my favorite reading glasses. No, ants don’t usually need glasses, but you know miss Lilly, always doing things her own way. She looked adorable, I must say!
Anyway, after untangling Dinky from one of my legs and baby Maurgarite from the other, I made my way across the room to collect the letters that had caused all the morning’s excitement. Taking the messages from Brutus, I saw that the first had come from Pinion Valley, and the second was actually from the North Pole… No wonder the barn was up in arms!
I, myself, was taken aback at the letter from Santa. Not only am I nowhere near ready for Christmas, as of yet, but the letter wasn’t even addressed to me… it was addressed to Tilly!
I hadn’t even considered that Santa would call on my tiny friend again, after delivering her to the barn just this last spring! It hasn’t even been a year since she arrived, and the thought of her leaving already, well, I just can’t imagine it!
Thankfully, after reading the entire letter from Santa, he’s just borrowing Tilly for the delivering of gifts to those chimneys that are too small for him, which does make a great deal of sense, I suppose. Santa made it clear that Tilly would only be gone from the barn for several days, just before Christmas. The elves need to make the final adjustments on her outfit, along with the tiny safety belt being installed in Santa’s sleigh… you know how important details are to the elves. They’re even giving her a quick elf-in-training class, which they offer each year in the workshop.
At the end of the letter, Santa assured me that Tilly would be home by Christmas morning, with plenty of time for opening gifts. Everyone knows that Santa keeps his promises, so I see nothing to worry about, really. Tilly will be in good hands.
Placing the letter back into it’s envelope, I handed it to miss Tilly, since it did belong to her, after all.
The second letter came from Pinion Valley, from the Royal House, itself! Shakily, I opened the letter…
It was an official letter, inviting me to attend Squagon’s first ceremony of Royal Robes (classes on how to behave as a Prince). Brutus and I will be flying to Pinion Valley on Saturday night, so that we might enjoy the festivities of their Royal Nut Festival… it’s the banquet being given in Squagon’s honor!
Sunday, after the ceremony has finished, Brutus and I will have the whole of the afternoon to spend with Squagon, freely. I can’t wait! I miss Squagon so much that I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep a wink til then…
No wonder the barn has been partying all morning!
If Boomer were bigger and stronger, I would join the babes on that silly hay bale, hoping to catch a ride!
Fortunately, for all our sakes, I won’t be doing that… I’ll just give piggy back rides for now. My dragon ride will have to wait for Saturday night!
Journey With Me! 