Mushrooms in the Springtime

Celebration!  Friday evening the children of BBBH showed up here to honor her for being their mother.  They took her out for dinner.  Unfortunately I was not able to accompany them, but one of the kids brought me pizza!  Visiting went on until some hour past, probably well past, my bedtime.

Sunday afternoon her youngest child, Kent, showed up to take his mother mushroom hunting.  I was invited, but I opted for the comfort of the mattress.

They were not unsuccessful, for they did find mushrooms. (See picture.)  They were looking for the ever-elusive morel, of course, and it eluded them.

Scientific identification:  some sort of fungus on a stick.

Trust in God

Jeremiah 17: ⁵ Thus saith the Lord; Cursed be the man that trusts in man, and makes flesh his arm, and whose heart departs from the Lord.
⁶ For he shall be like the shrub in the desert, and shall not see when good comes; but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, in a salt land and not inhabited.
⁷ Blessed is the man that trusts in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is.
⁸ For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreads out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat comes, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit.
⁹ The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?
¹⁰ I the Lord search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.

Chives

Allium schoenoprasum

Hopes Dashed

A few days ago I expressed the hope that the political phone calls would abate for awhile.  No such luck.  Less than three days after the polls closed

*ring*

"Hello."

"Hi, I'm Eric and I am calling on behalf of Governor Pence's campaign.  May I ask you a few questions about the November election?"

"No, you may not."

*click*

The Way We Were

Five Years Ago.









Years past and today. . .

That dogwood tree was a stick when I moved into that house 35 years ago.  It still prospers!

Primary Day. Finally

 I am running for Congress because I am a businessman, not a politician, [but I want to be a politician above all else so I am spending thousands of dollars, OPM, for these glitzy ads].  I am Trey and I approved this message.

It is Primary Election Day in Indiana.The good news is that the spate of bad political advertising and dinner-time robocalls may abate-- for a while.  The bad news is someone is going to prevail at the polls.

Well, "we" are going to take back Washington, or the Country, or perhaps the promises we've made.

Say, who "gave away" Washington in the first place, or who took it away?

Indiana has an "open primary" which I personally find  to be an abomination.  Sign your name and mark "R" or "D".  Pick a different party next primary if you so desire.  What sort of party politics is that?  Ticks me off.

Well, the state of the state and the nation, not to mention the local scene, ticks me off anyway.

Have to get up and go to the polls.  Politics truly do make strange bed-fellows.   I probably will be casting my vote for the darling of the millennials, though they are making the choice for the wrong reasons.  My motives are pure.  Purely intended to throw a wrench into the works.

 Obstructionism:  Hope for the nation.

RR is reputed to have said  that the ten scariest words in the English language are, "I'm from the government and I'm here to help you."

Perhaps a more accurate statement would be, "I'm from the government and I'm here to help myself."

Plum Pretty

The plum tree bringeth forth flowers yet produceth no fruit.

These are among the loveliest blossoms of all the flowering
trees in our yard.  Yet the tree is barren.  It was specifically
"designed" to provide spring color without the bother of a
messy fruit later on.

When the bloom is gone the tree will stand there by the
entryway, all red-faced as though apologizing for its lack
of produce.

Keep the Faith

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. --Hebrews 11:1