A Month of Sundays

Dear Friends,

We have been enjoying peaceful days at home, cuddling with various and sundry feverish children, and administering lots of hot baths and tea! Thankfully we have a little woods in back of our home, where we can go when all of this "togetherness" gets to us. :)

We have been blessed with a nice, soaking rain, which brought forth a few wood ear and oyster mushrooms, as well as lots of unidentified fungi to admire. The oak and beech trees still are shedding their leaves, which swirl beautifully in the little creek.

They are both a reminder of the autumn gone by, and the spring days to come~

(Some woodland sprite filmed this little video, singing a little song while she did so)

There are a few evergreen vines here and there, further promising the return of warmer days. Nature is a soothing, nurturing Mother, bringing peace to her children as often as they seek her out.

During the month of February, we are joining the King's Blooming Rose Ministry for a "book fast," wherein the only books read (besides school studies) are the holy scriptures. We thought we would take it a step further and only play hymns or religious music. Since we normally listen to classical music around the home, and try to limit anything not "lovely, of good report, or praiseworthy," this is not a huge sacrifice, but we can definitely feel a difference in the spirit of the home. It has been rather humorous to hear our seven-year old remind her little brother that the song he is singing is "not church-related!"

And in other news, we thought we'd show you what the most stylish piano-playing hens will be wearing this spring~ neck scarves made from t-shirts and old, but still colorful towels!

We hope that you are enjoying this week, dear friends. We cherish your friendship and comments.

Love,

Marqueta

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Dear Lord! Kind Lord!

Dear Lord! Kind Lord!

Gracious Lord! I pray

Thou wilt look on all I love

Tenderly today!

Weed their hearts of weariness,

Scatter every care

Down a wake of angel-wings

Winnowing the air.

And with all the needy

O Divide, I pray,

This vast treasure of content

That is mine today.

~James Whitcomb Riley