A few minutes ago, a couple of Canadian geese swooped down and landed in our freshly refilled pond. One of them keeps dunking it head under water looking for food while the other is keeping a lookout.

On the notebook next to me is my proposed blueberry, blackberry, and raspberry order. A soil test kit should be on its way to me soon. If it wasn't going to rain, I would be out there with the measuring wheel and stakes trying to figure out exactly where this berry patch is going to go.

A couple weeks ago, I wanted to hibernate. This week I am wondering where the grow light is and if it is too early to think about starting some seedlings. I need some snow to cool this spring fever down.

No Disney Princess Here!

I took Zivah to the store today to pick out some new undies in the hopes that new underwear would help motivate her to go in the potty. The store we went to happened to have boys' and girls' underwear in the same aisle. And what did she zero in on? Cars!

Hopefully we can both buckle down and get this potty training thing out of the way.

The Light Blue Cup - Part 2

So... It has come to my attention that I have not really read the account of the manna and quail recently, and God's sentiment was nothing like what I imagined. [Number 11:18-20 - Therefore the LORD will give you meat and you shall eat. ¹⁹ You shall eat, not one day, nor two days, nor five days, nor ten days, nor twenty days, ²⁰ but a whole month, until it comes out of your nostrils and becomes loathsome to you; ...] Maybe I should only give Finley Ovaltine in The Light Blue Cup for breakfast, lunch, snacks, and supper for a month. That'll teach her.

The Light Blue Cup

Finley was grumpy and emotional. Nothing was going her way. I wouldn't let her watch TV. There were no jeans in her drawer. And she wanted Ovaltine. Now. When I finally mixed up the Ovaltine, she was in the playroom sulking. Joe, in the right place at the right time, asked for The Light Blue Cup. When Finley came out, she asked for The Light Blue Cup. "Sorry, Finley. Joe already asked for it," I said. She stormed over to the couch to sulk some more. "If you don't want any Ovaltine, I guess I'll drink it." I said. She didn't move. I drank the Ovaltine. She sulked.

I used to wonder why, when the Israelites were wandering through the wilderness and God provided manna for them every day, why he didn't just ignore the ingrates when they complained. Then I saw my daughter sulking on the couch, and this unwarranted compassion arose in my heart, and I washed The Light Blue Cup and fixed some more Ovaltine. That's why God sent quail.

Zivah Art

Mom and Dad with names and passwords. by Zivah Knight