Yesterday was my husband’s birthday. As it is with other days, we make no plans and see what the day will bring. He had previously purchased birthday presents, we have no surprises here. I said he needed new running shoes so that was from me. He also got a wallet and a foam bed from Costco so he can nap outside on warm days.
But who knew what was going to happen when I mowed the front lawn? There was a 6-year-old Nishiki Willow tree that was growing horizontally instead of vertically. As beautiful as the new growth was with its white, light green and pink foliage, it was a tree that neither of us liked because it needed constant pruning. In winter I was out at 3:00am shaking and knocking snow off the branches because they had flattened to a pancake. But getting back to yesterday, I was mowing the lawn and once again had to duck under the branches, so I asked husband to trim some of them off. As he trimmed we talked about how we no longer liked the tree so in agreement, he got out his sabre saw and branch by branch down it came. Then we looked at it and said “what have we done” because clean up was such a mess. And as we cut branches into smaller branches and bound some of them up, neighbours came by and said “what did you do that for? it was so beautiful”.. but they didn’t have to mow around it nor do major trimming in Spring and other times of year, nor shake snow off at 3:00am.
After it was all cleaned up husband said “we are not going shopping to Dinters (a great local nursery) today to look for a new tree.” But I know him, and he doesn’t like to leave things undone, so after lunch he suggested we go and “have a look” which I knew would mean more than a look. We looked at Japanese Maples but we have 8 varieties of those, so we finally agreed upon a Smoke Bush that has been grafted onto a tree trunk. It was blooming and just beautiful! I asked one of the people working at the nursery if the lovely soft blooms would hold up under a heavy sprinkling and she said that they have overhead sprinkling, so with that we purchased the tree and brought it home. Then we went down to a local feed store to buy stakes for either side. Below is the result. Husband always has to have a project and I know that even though he was tired, he enjoyed doing it.
Photos taken at 6:00am, last night’s sprinkler drops are still on the blooms.
I think that it is beautiful.. below is a link to a page on Nishiki Willow so you can see what we had if you don’t know what it is.
Lately there have been white Pelicans in this area so today we decided to drive to Cowichan Bay to see if they were there. It was raining all morning, a light and misty rain, the kind you can get soaked in because it doesn’t seem that you need an umbrella.
The Pelicans were not at Cowichan Bay so that led to a drive to Mill Bay to see if they were there. Not there either, but what we did find on the drive home is that our favorite produce stand is open again. Called Sweet Meadow Farm, it has the freshest produce we have ever found. Most is local but they do bring in Okanagan cherries, the best we have found. We bought some new carrots and nugget potatoes and are looking forward to those for supper tonight. This stand is only open from late June until late August.
But best for me was a visit to a farm market at Cobble Hill. I saw a small sign on the road leading back from Mill Bay so we drove to Cobble Hill to check it out. There were not many stands, but there was a lady selling fresh bouquets of flowers picked yesterday from her garden. Husband kindly bought one for me, it is lovely. A lot of flowers I was not familiar with and I am enjoying it on my table. Photos below:
The second is another view.
We expect the rest of the day will be quiet.
Gramma, what about God and angels, that is the question my 4-year-old grandson asked me so many years ago. His mother, my daughter, had enrolled him in a pre-school called Jacob’s Ladder, a Christian pre-school, surely this was of the Lord. It wasn’t long before she phoned me to say that my grandson was asking questions about God and angels and she couldn’t answer them and would I talk to him. So one night my grandson slept over at our home and it was then that he asked me the precious question “Gramma, what about God and angels?” And so we talked about how God created the angels and then about creation, the Lord Jesus Christ, salvation in a simple way.
My husband and I were attending a brethren assembly at the time and I was teaching Sunday School to the pre-schoolers.. again, surely God’s timing. With my daughter’s blessing we began to take my grandson every second Sunday to church with us where he was in my Sunday School class for 2 years after which his mother announced that he would no longer be coming with us. But during those two years he had a lot of bible teaching.
One precious memory is when we put on a little Christmas program and my grandson at 4 played Joseph and another little girl played Mary. They walked hand-in-hand down the aisle to the front of the chapel where they asked one of the boys if there was any room in the inn for them and then went to the stable.. another memory is another Christmas program where my grandson quoted the verse Eccl. 12:1 “Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth.” but he memorized it in a simpler way “Remember your Creator in the days of your youth.”
I often wonder if my grandson remembers anything of the times he spent in Sunday School, or the time we talked about God and angels. He is 25 years old now, we live in different areas and I seldom see him. But I do hope that those things he learned so many years ago are still in his heart.
Here is Jacob’s Ladder perennial in my new garden, blooming now. Every time I look at it, I think of those precious days. Evidently the plant was named for the way the leaves look like rungs on a ladder but I think it wonderful that it was named for something that takes place in the bible. And sometimes I wonder if someone at the pre-school told the story of the angels ascending and descending the ladder in Jacob’s dream (Genesis 28:12) and this stuck in my grandson’s mind so much that he told his mother, and that this led to his coming to Sunday school. With God all things are possible.