gardening

Spring Has Sprung!

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Spring has come to Montana!  And none too soon.  While folks from places from North Dakota or Buffalo, New York would probably tell me I’ve never seen a true winter, this last proved the hardest one I’ve seen in a long time.  At any rate, I got outside a couple of days ago, returning inside just long enough to shed my jacket before heading back out to get a jump on the weeds.  Already I hear laughter, because those darn things bloom underneath the snow, I swear.  That red stemmed filaree above looks might robust for so early.

I was gratified to find that, despite my best efforts, everything I had planted and nurtured the previous year had actually survived, which means: 1) Those plants are mighty tough; 2) They’re growing just to spite me; or 3) My thumb’s not as black as I thought.  (The reason HAS to be 1 or 2.)

The elderberry that laid down flat after I thought I just HAD to transplant it last August is coming up from the bottom and looking mighty good!

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So is the rhubarb I over-harvested to satisfy my craving for rhubarb-strawberry pie (which, by the way, was delicious!)

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Doug Fir and Lulu Larch look content within their deer-resistant enclosures.  (I say deer RESISTANT because if they’re hungry enough, deer seem to find a way into anything.  But, like so many of the old-timers remind me, THEY were here first!)

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This currant didn’t look overly happy last fall, but seems well enough now!  (At least, it’s all budded out.)

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Last but not least, despite a late planting and not as well established as I hoped for before winter set in, this little bush has green leaves beneath the dead stuff.

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This will be pretty when it fills out!

The field is greening up and before long I’ll be mowing again, which I won’t mind a bit. . .until after I’ve mowed that acre a half-dozen times with my walk-behind!

HAPPY SPRING!

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Thank God For Your Enemies Prayer!

Pure Glory

by Apostle Gabriel Cross

Thank God for your Enemies Prayer! (POWERFUL DELIVERANCE PRAYER)

I want you to open your mouth and thank God for your enemies! Your enemies serve a purpose, in your God-ordained destiny.

Thank you Lord that my enemies help confirm to me that I am anointed, approved, and chosen by God. Thank you Lord that what my enemies planned as evil against me, you made as good for me, to deliver many others. (Genesis 50:20) Thank you Lord that the same people (enemies) putting me down, will become the same people (friends), lifting me up. Because You cause me to RULE IN THE MIDST OF MY ENEMIES, whether at work, ministry, family, or etc. (Psalms 110:1, 2,) Thank you Lord that I don’t have to fight my enemies because You smite and defeat them.

You BLESS ME SO, when my enemies come at me one way, they…

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Nature

Winter Beauty

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I was going to start this post with a rant about how I’ve had enough of winter and never want to see another one for the rest of my life. It’s cold, it’s windy, and I hate driving on slick roads.  But while shoveling snow gets awfully tiresome, I must admit winter has a certain beauty; plus, those seemingly endless storms brought us much-needed snowpack.

 

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Last week after putting down about two feet of the white stuff, Mother Nature brought us a night of howling winds which left some sizable drifts across my freshly-plowed driveway.  I went out early the next morning to clear off the sidewalk–AGAIN.  Amid my grumbling and grousing, however, I couldn’t help noticing how beautifully the wind had arranged the snowy field.  After clearing off the concrete I put the shovel away and grabbed my camera.

 

 

 

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These pictures reminded me of the sand formations at Bruneau Dunes:

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The snow sparkled like diamonds, but in this picture looks like black sand:

 

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Yes, the snow is pretty–but I’ll still be glad to see green grass again!

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12 Ways to Pray for Yourself Everyday

I wouldn’t call myself a prayer warrior, but I’ve made tremendous efforts to grow in prayer over the past several years. All Christians are commanded to do so, and few hours of the day are more enjoyable than my quiet alone time with the Lord. Over the years, mainly through suffering and good resources on […]

Source: 12 Ways to Pray for Yourself Everyday

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Life

The Dreaded Colonoscopy

 

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We’ve all heard it: If you’re 50 years of age or older, the American Cancer Society recommends you have a colonoscopy every 10 years.  For most of us, that particular procedure elicits a feeling of–well, ugh.  And, if you’re like me, you tend to think that if nothing abnormal is going on, everything’s OK.  Besides, we’re busy.

I rarely visited doctors when I was younger.  I was young, strong, and felt great.  Later when arthritis set in I figured that was to be expected at my age.  And cancer?  Well, we have a family history that includes colon cancer, BUT: There’s just something about a butt exam that turns me off.  The colonoscopy itself never worried me, since I’d be sound asleep on some good drugs the whole time.  But a few years back you had to down a gallon of horrid-tasting stuff and then spend most of the night in the throne room expelling gargantuan amounts of liquified Number Two.  Noooo thank you!

However, subtle changes in my exhaust system prompted me to suck it up and undergo the exam.  I had wanted to attribute what was going on to a lousy diet, but that nagging question haunted me: What if?  So, yesterday afternoon I drank the first round of magnesium citrate.  Within the hour the purge began and by the third trip to the throne room I was wishing I could change my mind and call the whole thing off.  My poor bum felt like I had passed fire and then wiped with sandpaper!  (I relayed that to the surgery nurse this morning, who responded that the prep instructions should be revised to include applying Vaseline around the anal area.  A nice thick layer would not only soothe the burning, but afford some protection to the skin each time that tanker load of acid blows out the tailpipe.)

The colonoscopy itself?  I slept right through it and woke up refreshed but a little woozy, with no cramping or discomfort whatever.  I think my system needed a good cleaning out, because I felt better than I had in weeks.  Best yet, everything is fine!

I could have waited until unmistakable symptoms developed.  However, three people I know did exactly that.  One died.  The second survived, but only after a long and exhausting fight for her life.  The third person also survived, but underwent surgery that left him wearing a colostomy bag.

Colon cancer is a killer.  Unpleasant though the prep may be, a colonoscopy still beats the alternative.  Get it done!

 

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