Monday, June 02, 2008

hay there

Every 3 months, the tractor man arrives in our subdivision. He cuts the tall grass on the as yet unsold lots and returns a few days later to bale the hay. We have 100 or so big round bales of hay dotting the subdivision.

I like the look.

This morning things were quiet in the neighborhood. A dense fog has settled over the valley. A few birds were singing, but the cows were quiet as were the area roosters.

The weather over the weekend ranged from hot and dry to windy and rainy. We are grateful for rain on our new trees, but unfortunately the damp weather aggravates Mom's arthritis. Hopefully dry weather will return for a time so she can get some relief from her pain.

The strong winds blew over some of our bird feeders. That was not too surprising, what really caught me off guard was the sight of the portapotty at the construction site at the top of the hill.
The wind had toppled the chemical toilet and it lay in the street, door open, contents.....well, I didn't go close enough to investigate what happened to the contents.
A missionary from Africa spoke at church yesterday. He spoke of the zeal of the new Christians in his area. He spoke of the hardships they face. Difficult living conditions. Persecution. He lives in a small village in a mud hut with no running water. He must walk a mile to fetch water. But he does have an internet connection now!

The hardest thing he has to do, he said, is come back to his home in Great Britain, or to visit the United States. We have so much in the West and we take it for granted. We worry and fret about our possessions. We have multiple Bibles in our homes and don't take time to read any one of them.

He wasn't scolding us. He was merely observing our way of life with the eyes of one who lives without much of what we squander.

His words were convicting.

As are these:
"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."
Matthew 6:19-21

the view from our front yard


Becky said...

Hay back!

What a lovely view. I can see why you needed trees. I bet everything is former farm pasture.

Anonymous said...

The countryside there is very beautiful. Arranged and played for worship yesterday at St. G. It's special to see people lost in worship and the love of God. Ike played guitar with the worship team for offering...neat song called "It is the cry of my heart to follow you." Have you heard that one? Sort of perky. Watched two ducks waddling across the neighbors lawns this morning...quite lost, I think. Lots of robins, bluejays, hummingbirds, and yes! even bees on my apple trees. The first day there was only ONE bumblebee servicing my blossoms....glad he contacted his friends to join him. Beautiful red-winged blackbirds at the t-docks; loon nesting at Silver Beach, but not on the beach area this year. Going to a baseball game in the rain tonight. Ike hit a home run last week at his first game, so he is ready to play in rain, sleet, floods, WHATEVER! But you know all about boys. Hope you are doing well. Gardening from scratch will be fun. Enjoy! Linda

cheri said...

You are right Becky, former pasture. Short on trees, long on views.
Welcome back from lurkdom!

Linda, I appreciate your comments so much! You always give me a slice of what is going on in your life and help me stay connected to the Northwoods. Say hi to everybody for me and give Ike a great big attaboy from Mrs. Cheri.

momawake said...

How nice to see that view everyday.

Curly said...

I love the hay pics. They remind me of home and my little brother. He once asked my mom what those big brown things were and she quickly answered, "dinosaur eggs." He believed her! Years later he brought up the donosaur eggs and his confusion. She had lots of explaining to do.
Sarcasm was never in short supply around our house.