One little Marguerite

If you would ask me what my favorite flower is

it would be a white Marguerite daisy.

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I have never told this story to anyone before.

It was in a High School art class.

You know the elective that all your friends sign up for to have a social period.  We were to bring in a real flower as part of a project. I forgot until the day it was due so ripped a white flower from off of a bush in our backyard and brought it to school wrapped in a wet paper towel.

For the assignment we were to fold a 12 by 18 in. white construction paper in half then over to the side to open into four rectangles. We were to draw our flower in each rectangle realistically, in abstraction, in cubism, and in a unique view point.

The teacher insisted that we sit for 15 minutes and study our flower and if we goofed off we would receive detention. And then she set the white egg timer clicking the time and sat down. There were a few snide comments and some giggles but soon a hush fell over the classroom.

Have you ever taken 15 minutes and stared at one flower?

 It is a long time…

At first you look at it and your mind takes a picture and you think, okay I saw it…

And then you move in to take a closer look. It was a white Marguerite daisy, I found out later. It did not have five loopy bright colored petals with a bright yellow circle center that most of us doodle on paper and gets made into a giant sticker to stick on the rear of Volkswagen Beatles. 

Every single petal narrows to the end that attaches strong into the center then tapers out to a curve which cups just a tiny bit at the end.

Each petal has hills and valley ridges that stripe the petal which change the white to different shades.

When the petals stretch out they overlap because it is crowded.

The petals feel like silky fuzzy paper.

The inside has hundreds of little curly balls clustered together and grab to a center orb.

They appear yellow but when you look closely they are a variety of golden earth tones which also change in the light.

The flower has a green stem made of long strands of vein like fibers and at the jagged end, where it was ripped from its life source, is an opaque white center that drips fluid.

At the top underneath the white petal umbrella is a star shape cup made out of green leaves with points at the tips. This cup tucks the entire flower perfectly inside to hold it upright.

The timer went ding. The chatter resumed. The class bell eventually rang and we left. I completed the assignment in a few weeks.  I loved that picture.

I grew up with a mother who spoke to flowers and a father who spoke to animals. They did not only model reverence for earth’s gifts but to be enamored by them. 

But 15 minutes with a Marguerite daisy converted me.

I believe I finally saw God as an artist

and I have been in complete admiration ever since.

A little morsel of spring to taste

Frances Hodgson Burnett’s, The Secret Garden is one of the most magical full-sense spring experiences. You will never look at nature and her healing powers the same again.

Here is just one little morsel to taste:

“A sudden thought made her scramble to her feet,

“I can’t wait! I am going to see the garden!”

…She unchained and unbolted and unlocked and when the door was open she sprang across the step with one bound, and there she was standing on the grass, which seemed to have turned green, with the sun pouring down on her and warm sweet wafts about her and the fluting and twittering and singing coming from every bush and tree. She clasped her hands for pure joy and looked up in the sky and it was so blue and pink and pearly and white and flooded with springtime light and she felt as if she must flute and sing aloud herself and knew that thrushes and robins and skylarks could not possibly help it. She ran around the shrubs and paths towards the secret garden.

“It is all different already,” she said. “The grass is greener and things are sticking up everywhere and things are uncurling and green buds on leaves are showing…”

…When she had reached the place where the door bid itself under the ivy…and she pushed the door open…

“Oh Dicken! Dickon!” she cried out. “How could you get here so early! How could you! The sun has only just got up!”

“He got up himself, laughing and glowing, and tousled; his eyes like a bit of the sky.

“Eh!” he said. “I was up long before him. How could I have stayed abed! Th’ world’s all fair begun again this mornin’, it has. An’ it’s workin’ and hummun’ and’ scratchin’ an’ pipin’ and’ nest-building’ an breathin’ out scents, till you’ve got to be out in it ‘stead o’ lyin’ on your back. When th’ sun did jump up, th’ mor went mad for joy, an’ I was in the midst of th’ heather, an’ I run like mad myself, shoutin’ an’ singing’. An’ I come straight here. I couldn’t have stayed away. Why, th’ garden was lyin’ here waitin’!”  pg. 155-157

I nearly missed it

It’s Monday…

Yesterday I worshiped Christ, the Lord over Easter.

I honored the most important event in the history of the whole earth.

But today its over.

How do I feel God loves me today,

you know for just me;

a dot in that universe?

Are you there God?

On my walk today I pondered this…

Then I saw.

His way…

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I nearly missed it looking down and distracted.

How could I deserve such love?

I STAND ALL AMAZED…

The night when everyone slept

Have you felt

alone

anger

pain

loss

desperate

defeated

deserving

nauseated

manipulated

humiliated

clumsy

stupid

judged

embarrassed

abandoned

betrayed

starved

denied

rejected

sad

sick

broken

cut

taken from

not good enough

doubtful

uneasy

stuck

deceived

destroyed

beaten

banished

burned

bitter

repentant

alone

sorrowful

 doom

despair

encumbered

tired

hurt

afflicted

undeserved

untrusted

uncomforted

terror

shock

hopeless

misunderstood

put down

not heard

diseased

darkness

misery

fallen

failure

stripped

unappreciated

disappointed

sorrow

mad

frustration

scornful

shunned

unloved

forgotten

harm

lost

imprisoned

empty

weary

oppressed

dirty

bad

unworthy

frightened

wounded

silent

like crying…

“Yes”

Jesus felt

      everything…

mid-

night,

next to

knotted roots

of

gnarled

olive trees

while

an angel

held Him,

and

cried too.

 

I am NEVER alone!

Scrambled Egg Time!

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This amazing little container can be a source for great fun besides tummy filling. It fits the palm of human hands so perfectly it makes us want to…

yep, throw it.

I admit,

with my rambunctious, energetic family, I  have actually acted on that thought and have encouraged healthy and legal “egg bombing” activities; particularly around Easter EGG-STRAVEGANZA time!

Some egg enthusiasts create confetti filled eggs and crack them on heads of friends or family for strange satisfaction but this eco-friendly family, date, or friend’s activity is so much more satisfying as you hurl these perfect filled egg sized bombs against trees, over ponds, in fields, out windows, over cliffs, at mountains, at self made NATURAL targets and NOT at people or people’s things!

*There is a disclaimer attached because I am not a biologist and wonder if it could create severe neurosis in birdies when they come to feast the treat and see parts of their cousin’s offspring shells amidst the bird seed. (I hope they have poor eye sight and don’t notice.)

Directions:

Tap the top of the egg until you make a slight hole and dump out the contents in a cup, or bowl to make scrambled eggs later on.

Make a carton or two or three or five.

You will wish you had more!

I promise!

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While you let the eggs dry out in the carton go to your local store and purchase a small bag of bird seed. You probably have left over from the Random Acts of Kindness Date ideas in the past blog posts. (While you’re there get a tiny bag of grass seed for another Easter EGG-STRAVEGANZA activity; the grass-hair growing one)

When you return fill up the eggs with bird seed and place them back in the egg cartons.

Optional you can cover the hole with duct  or masking tape but you don’t have to.

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Isn’t that the coolest little container!

You have now created satisfying eco-friendly egg-bombs that can create some pretty fun memories for you and happy birds, mice, rats, squirrels and chipmunks and sometimes bears.

Then,

Don’t forget to go back to your kitchen which is a playground full of fun full-sensory experiments, messes, gadgets and family/friend/possible significant other fun. 

Whip up the eggs and sit down to a warm meal together. Don’t forget to thank that hen for pushing out that perfect little container..bless her heart…and bumm!

Recipe Variations to regular scrambled eggs

(complimentary of Family Fun Cook Book, Pg, 21)

Cream Cheese and Chives Scrambled Eggs: Melt 1 T butter in saucepan. Beat two eggs together and stir in pan for one minute. Add 1-2 T cream cheese, cut into 1/2 in cubes and 4 fresh  chives, snipped into pieces. Yummmm. I can smell a toasted blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese just sittin’ next to this on a dish!

Cheddar Cheese and Bacon: Don’t we do this anyway! Pfff! I don’t think we need directions…(Nuke bacon in the microwave between 2 paper towels for less mess and faster in the tummy)

Cottage Cheese and Dill: Add 1 heaping T. cottage cheese and 2 t. chopped dill to the nearly cooked scrambled eggs. The cottage cheese melts like regular cheese but it is light and creamy. Sooo good!

Tomato and Basil: Toss half a small, diced tomato and 1 to 2 t. chopped fresh basil into your scrambled eggs before serving. Add some cut melon or strawberries on the side, Oh my stomach is growling!

Salsa, cilantro, and sour cream: Mix 1-2 T salsa, 1 t. chopped fresh cilantro and 2 t. sour cream into scrambled eggs while cooking. Serve over warmed tortillas.

Or be silly and add food coloring to your egg mixture and eat your egg- color of choice. 

Remember…

HAVE FUN WITH IT