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If I require a label, then call me Hebrew. Reality is that I'm a practical gal, mostly. One of the human race, ya know? I think everyone has the ability to learn, to succeed and to grow - I also think everyone has the tendency to just be and never advance. The best thing we can do for ourselves is to reach deep and find ourselves, and then be true to our Creator - for our design was not accidental, it was with purpose. :)

Settling In

It’s been a while since we moved to a new home, a new lawn, a new town.  I mourned the loss of the gardens I’d built, the soil that had formed from the years of tending.  Until I could once again focus my efforts on that building, I was in limbo, unsettled you might say.

Well, we’re finally settling in.  The ancillary gardens are coming along quite nicely, and the garden proper is now defined.  The working and waiting and tending and watching will begin in earnest.

Today, I enjoyed.  Here are a few of the items that were brought over from the old home.

Coneflowers, coreopsis and blueberry transplants
Golden currant and sage transplants
Rhubarb, aster and sage transplants
Solomon’s seal and ajuga transplants

 

The other plants you saw in these photos are new, or were here when we moved in and have been transplanted to where I prefer them.

These shots are new things added, to create new spaces and sights.

Potted beauties
Gramma’s hippie garden
Lovely salvia

 

Bits and pieces as we settle in.  🙂

Shabbat shalom.

Trisha R

Pass

The beautiful nearly full moon was visible as I drove to work yesterday morning, reminding me of the natural illumination that the Hebrews had on their exit from bondage.

Perfectly timed, as all things truly governed by Almighty always are.

We tend to think we know when or how or why something should occur, but we’re really quite clueless, I think.

Today, a de-leavening must occur in my home.  I am saving it for late afternoon, so that the visitors who do not observe unleavened bread are able to snack on any pieces of leaven still in the home.  That certainly marks me.  I am not Jewish, nor do I practice Judaism.  I don’t even live with anyone who believes as I do – so by the absolutes of talmud, I do not pass muster.

No problem.  I am not one of them.   Perhaps they are not even one of the people of the book.  If the paternal lines were ignored, and only maternal mattered, is it possible that the lineage has been completely changed?  I don’t know, and it’s not up to me to know.   Thankfully, the lineage that matters most, that of the priests, has been preserved as a paternal lineage.  Praise YHVH!

Pass over.  A term used in negative form in the world of work.  A truly life saving term in the world governed by Almighty.  We really don’t know, do we?

Will we pass?

Deep thinking today – not really cohesive thoughts – mere ramblings from a mere Hebrew.

Chag Sameach Ha’Matzot.

Trisha R

 

 

Spring Challenged With Puzzled Daze

Who’s with me on the quest for warmer days, for spring sunshine and thawed soils?  South is the direction, I’m told – perhaps there is loamy soil that is thawing not terribly far away?

Longing deeply for longer days and physical purpose, I have lolled to such extreme that I don’t recognize my body parts when I glance down.  I’ve assembled nine puzzles in the last four weeks, and now have assembly down to a science of sorts:  outside frame first, then sort by color and assemble smallest sections first, then work up to the largest section and sort by shape.

Puzzling keeps me from surf-shopping, or lingering too long on social media.  These I find detrimental to either my financial or mental well-being, so work diligently to avoid them.

I’ve enjoyed fringe social media involvement for many years, grasping in the early days of the game that I could use settings to filter out or censor unwanted information.  I set up groups before it became an easy thing to do, and custom posted to my set groups many times over the years.  I understand the basic underpinnings of such outlets.

Lately though, there is too much filtering to do – I would have to censor nearly every ‘friend’, family, friend or acquaintance to maintain my sense of well-being.  So I reduce my time online, and diligently search for other activities to occupy my mind and fill my time.  This was not a conscious thing in years past.  It’s new.

Finally, I fully understand why there are some who pose the question “are we part of a simulation”?  It all seems contrived lately, manipulated and overdone – like life has turned into some horrible version of reality show mixed with soap opera.  I don’t want to be a cast member, I didn’t sign a contract for this – and the pay is horrible.

So, I dream a little dream of loamy soil, and sunshine on my back, and bird sounds and insect wings – and hang tightly onto the dangled offer to join one of my teammates in the greenhouse next week.