A Wildflower Morning

The morning started out rainy, but the backhoe man came anyway. Young students worked hard on studies while waiting for him to come, so that when he came they could go out and see the whole thing happen. He was going to dig a big hole in our back yard in just one day, just like "Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel", in a famous children's book. Our septic system needed a new drain field, and we were going to get one. The old one had commenced doing unmentionable things out in the yard. The area in the picture below contained a little of the old drain field. It was full of rocks. My husband had tried digging there with a shovel and couldn't do it. A back hoe was necessary. The hand digging required to get the pipes level was tedious work. With hard work, by quitting time the scene at the top of the page didn't even look like the same place and sported pretty blue sewer pipes. A little hole slowly transformed into a big hole, with the help of our skilled exca

A big wind storm blew into our area this evening. While we were eating supper leaves were being torn off the trees, and dirt slung into the air off of our big dirt pile in the back yard. There was so much dirt blowing you couldn't see the pile anymore. The sky was filled with debris. Mama Kitty came in the house upset and all muddy. I brought the flowers in off of the porch to save them from a beating. After the wind calmed, the rain came hard; and then a brilliant, double rainbow arching across the whole sky. Light burst through the dark clouds, making way for a the deep color of sunset. Peace settled in for the night, like happy children tucked into bed. " The mother must realize that God is her helper, that love is her success, her power. If she is a wise Christian, she will not attempt to force the child into submission. She will pray; and as she prays, she will be conscious of a renewal of spiritual life within herself. And she will see that at the same time the