An old Sunday school hymn about “Showers of Blessing” is running through my mind today. There’s little snow in the Sierras, so drought is certainly impending, but rain is falling steadily. It makes me so glad, I don’t even mind that the Dutch iris have been flattened under the water-weight and are lying prostrate as an offering to snails.
The rains will stop soon enough — and I was lucky to get out between showers and find a few flowers that hadn’t been chewed, to add to my centerpiece for a company dinner.
We ate some roasted potatoes in different colors. This purple one matches all the Lenten vestments at church, but also makes me think of an Easter egg.
My latest birthday present also makes me look ahead, to the day in April when I will be planting a spearmint and a pepper plant. While I’m waiting for gardening weather I can eat the jam or salsa! This box came from my friend Sophia.
You are reading the first post I have written in my new blog home at WordPress. I’ve been itching to leave Blogger for a good while, as I’ve been getting the hints that the mother ship has sailed off into distant waters and left me in a leaky lifeboat.
But the last straw was when I was unable to update my Grandmother Status from eleven to twelve. Yes, I have a new grandson, second son of Soldier and his Joy, so new I haven’t come up with a nickname for him. But he needed to be counted; he is the huge blessing I’m counting as my most spectacular birthday present. Coming early as he did, not only a gift from God welcome at any time, but closer to my own birthday than anyone else in the family, I can’t help but receive him as a special present to me.
So I put speed on and hired a techie friend to move me over here where they do nothing but blogs. It’s going to take me a while to fine-tune things, but I’m happier already.
I remember long ago how a school friend of mine was given a kitten, and she named him Cadeau, which is French for gift. But that doesn’t seem an appropriate nickname for my ninth grandson. I’ll have to keep working on that project, while I bask in all the abundance of gifts in my life. Welcome, Baby Boy!