Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Eggs and Goose Eggs

 and then there are goose eggs!
 We took some trailer hitches to auction one Monday, and came home with a bag of goose eggs. We compared a goose egg to one of our chicken's eggs.
 Then we made a rice and egg casserole with eggs and a goose egg.
 While we feasted on eggs, the steers feasted on watermelon rinds.
 Every once in a while, I have Timmy listen to Danny's reading lesson instead of me.
 My sister Iva's family is here today while their newly lacquered wood floor is drying. While the older children studied their school quietly together in school room and kitchen, I had the little ones rinsing and bagging fresh raspberries we got on sale.
 Sarah, Evan and Hannah bagging the berries.
 Sometimes, you have to admit that life goes a bit topsy turvy--and you'd like to give it a good kick.
 That is when, instead, you take some moments to find a quiet spot to quiet your heart--
maybe the front porch swing, maybe a sunny window in your bedroom, maybe a spot on a path.
And maybe--in a home of seven children--you can't find a quiet spot, so....
 you just look out your window and remember the verse,
"I will lift up mine eyes to the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth."
 And you choose to store away in a special spot of memory all the daffodil gardens of back east, and choose contentment with the single pink tulip that made it through the Colorado prairie frosts
when the daffodils never bloomed.
 And there are also these tulips, too, in the other flower bed.
Before the tulip bulbs could burst and bud,
they had to be buried.
We have a friend, Dale O'Maley, from our church, who is about to cross Jordan and enter Canaan. He's been fighting scirrosis of the liver. Perhaps I will copy and paste into this blog part of an edited letter I wrote to church folk whom we were keeping updated on his condition, as Jonathan and Dale became rather close in recent days. We'd been to visit Dale four times in the hospital over the weekend. Sunday our family sang several songs for him before and after Sunday service. Then Dale went into a coma on Monday at his home, under hospice care. He had not responded to anything for 32 hours. When Jonathan contacted a friend who was with the family, they asked if our family would come sing for Dale last evening.

Last night I wrote,

"What a precious evening! The Lord gave us special help as we gathered in the livingroom near Dale's hospital bed and sang song after song with the autoharp...First we sang "Precious Lord, Take My Hand" and "Lead Me Gently Home, Father." Nate [Dale's son] broke down, strode quickly from kitchen to livingroom where his dad was. He took his dad's hand and sat there with tears while we sang. Dale's daughter Enid was holding his other hand. We sang "Under His Wings," "Jesus Savior Pilot Me," and "My Jesus I love Thee." Then we lightened up a bit and practiced a cowboy song we've been learning for Crystal's graduation, "I'm Never Alone on the Lone Prairie," which I think everyone enjoyed, as it was actually very fitting. Barbara [Dale's wife] and Enid asked if we would sing "I'll Walk With God," which we had sung acappella in the hospital, and which Dale had kept talking about and saying how he liked it. So we tried to sing that for him, and that is when a special little miracle happened. Just as we finished the song, Enid and Nate, who were watching Dale closely, looked at each other.
"He smiled!" Enid gasped. Nate seconded it. Nate also said that his right eye fluttered a bit. That was heart-stopping. You can't imagine how touched we were! He hadn't responded in 32 hours, and suddenly, everyone could know that he was still hearing!
We kept singing, "Jesus What a Friend for Sinners," "No One Understands Like Jesus," "My Wonderful Lord," "He Hideth My Soul," and a couple about Jesus' name. Then they asked us to sing that "I'll Walk with God" again. It was a very, very special time. We are so glad we went. Jonathan prayed with him, and I told Dale, "You can let go of our hands, and take God's hand! He will be there!" Then out in the truck, Jonathan was crying softly. "His eyelid fluttered again, when I said goodbye," he choked to me. "He heard me! I know he did!" It seemed like Dale really connected to kind and gentle Jonathan in these last hard days. In the absence of a pastor, as ours just moved back to PA, we tried to be a support to Dale by sharing comforting Scriptures, praying with him, and singing. This is what means the most to someone who is about to trade the earthy for the eternal.

Dale seemed peaceful to me. A bunch of people were sitting around--they said 72 people have been in to see Dale.

We'd left the little boys home here with Iva's family who have come to stay a couple days since their wood floor is being lacquered, and took cousins Elisa and Krissy with the girls. The girls were so brave to go and sing. Little Hannah had fallen asleep on the way, so she was sleepy, and sat in Barbara's lap most of the time we were singing. Then when she thought it was time to go, she yelled, "C'mon, Ladies!" to the girls, which set us all laughing!

Gotta get to bed--we are worn out, but what a blessing! It's the first experience we've ever had quite like that.

Special Days in May

Sam had ordered a batch of chicks to arrive the Monday after we got home from Ohio.

The children had so much fun getting the chicks from the post office and then setting them fee in the little pen in the garage.

 Here are some homemade cards and gifts the girls made me for my birthday.
 And now it is Carrie's birthday. We used Easter paper plates we had forgotten to use at Easter time. Carrie had made a special drink with slices of lemon.
 My girls really enjoy making their own birthday meal.
 They love icecream cake, which has to be made in a round pan--not real pretty but yummy and fun.
 And yeah, we have to admit, sometimes in between the good times, the waste basket overflows and the cat sits down between boots and doll blankets slopped right in front of the door.
(No one but Anna puts stuff like that on their blog, but that is because Anna always feels better when she knows someone else's wastebasket overflows occasionally.)
 The children walked partway down our road on our way to church one Sunday morning, and we got a kick out of Danny finding this tractor triangle.

 Now it's Hannah's birthday. I tried to give her extra time and attention that day, helping her make her cake and letting her choose and put together her candles in holders.
 Carrie helps ice Hannah's cake.
 Our little baby is five years old!
 The boys helped her blow up her balloons.
 Some Mother's Day cards and gifts the children gave me.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Visiting Heimlichs in Indiana

 On our way home from IHC, Jonathan wanted to visit Heimlich's farm north of Indianapolis. It was a little ways out of our way, but we'd wanted to visit for years. So finally we got there! Above, the children are heading to the first greenhouse, and below, I got a snap from the other end, of all these tables of little starts, with one of the Heimlich girls.
 Below, one of the greenhouse workers is carefully separating little starts of parsley and transplanting them into the carton next to him. The brown powder you see sprinkled on top of the soil is cinnamon. They use cinnamon from the big bottle over on a table to the left to sprinkle on top of the soil to keep it from molding!
That was a good thing to remember, as we have a problem with our houseplants' soil molding on top.
Eric showed us how they use this long-handled gismo to pack the mixture of earth, manure, and vermiculite into little squares already shaped for transplanting! How nifty is that?
 Another scene of a second greenhouse. The keeper of this greenhouse shared how he prayed over every seed he planted. What a precious testimony! It is wonderful how people saved from a life of sin are being given tools (literally) to live a productive and saved life.
 The berry patch, with new berry shrubs being added as time goes along.
 I kept having to go back to the motor home for sweaters or jackets as it was quite chilly and breezy. Sam must have his dad's warm blood. He also enjoys picking up garter snakes. This one I almost stepped on as we walked on behind the greenhouses, through the woods, across the bridge, and on up through the fields to the rest of the farm. My favorite spot was the bridge in the woods...and I think someone saw a cardinal.
 Got a quick snap of the farm from a distance: the barn to the far left is the one they've built new since the old one burned down two or three years ago. The old farmhouse is one Eric's grandmother used to live in, but after she died, Eric and Rachelle's family moved in from their mobile home back near the greenhouses. 
Four days a week, their school children have school with one grandma, and on Friday they go to another grandma down the road. It sounds like a nice set-up and such a help to Rachelle.
 The wind was fairly blowing us away as we took a look at these seedlings--mostly garlic here. I believe there were also lettuce seedlings that had just been transplanted under the plastic protection. Families have shares in the garden program and receive certain amounts as the gardens produce.
 We enjoyed seeing inside the barn and watching the cows, calves, goats, and chickens.
 Kaylynn and Rebecca--two of Heimlich's sweet girls below. 
Just before we left, I remembered seeing maple syrup for sale in a room where they keep eggs, maple syrup, and other products. They had just done some maple syruping (is that a word?) the week before, and there were the cutest tins and jars of maple syrup with prices slashed a lot. It took me a few minutes to figure out the best buy for the money and also which old-timey tin or jar to get for a birthday gift for someone. Then Eric threw another little jug in for nothing! Bless their gizzards! 
I will have to share something that kind of blessed me while we were there. 
But first, I'll have to tell you a little story about what happened just before we left for IHC. Jonathan and I were out in our garage looking for something--and we could not find it, of course. To say that our garage was a mess is an understatement. I ended up tipping a shop vac upside down and spilling the contents. I put it back up, but decided it was time to leave the garage.
 "Here we are going to IHC like we're big stuff," I gasp, "and this is what our garage looks like!"
(I guess I really have struggled with taking on new responsibility. and going to classy IHC with all those famous big-wigs and spiritual high-ups was kind of intimidating when I am just a country bumpkin and know that we are very, very lowly, ordinary, struggling people--which, if the truth were told, most big-wigs are, too!)
 Between all the stuff from Jonathan's work which I do not know what to do with, and the wood chips for the chick pen,cat food and litter for cat, etc.,  not even a thief would stay there very long! That garage is beyond me--I clean it up when I get up enough gumption. But it is a sore spot for me!!
When Jonathan came into the living room a bit later, he found his wife sitting on the couch. 
"Help!" I said. "Tell me some truth to say to myself!"
So this is the truth we came up with between him and me:
"OUR GARAGE DOES NOT DEFINE US!" I squawked.
"Just because we have a messy garage does not mean that we are bad people!" Jonathan declared firmly. "And everybody has things in their lives that are out of control," Jonathan added.
Some would be glad if it were just a garage out of control.
So that got us laughing, and the Lucas family with the messiest garage of anyone at IHC went bravely off to our duty because our garage does not define us!

So when Sis. Rachelle had come out to the barn to meet and greet us, and then led me back to their house through their less than in-control garage, I told her about what had happened just before we left home--and we could laugh together. 
"The Lord doesn't waste His children's pain."
It comes out as comfort, sympathy, and care for others in the same troubles.
If all we did was make sure our house and land was perfect, we wouldn't get much else done. 
We could see the huge amount of work that needs done there at the greenhouses and farm. May the Lord provide wisdom, strength and help as they need. 
I was deeply impressed with their willingness, esp. Rachelle's as the wife, to live lowly in a house that needs a lot of work yet!  
I loved her simple, cozy choice of decor inside. It was a blessing to spend an hour or so with this precious family that is sacrificing so much to reach out to souls.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Thoughts and Snaps from IHC

The very first service of IHC, who to my wondering eyes should appear but my dear friend [arch enemy] Sandy Kolva from Siberia! She and I worked together in Ukraine 21 years ago before both of us got married to our sweethearts from Colorado. Then we disappeared from each other to the uttermost parts of the ends of the earth--only for Sandy to plop down at IHC, of all the thousands of seats there--exactly TWO seats ahead of me!!! "Great minds run in the same path"--or rather--choose seats near each other!!


As usual, she is always ahead of me, and she and her parents got the seats AHEAD of me! That way, I could sit behind her, however, and notice how exhausted she appeared from her long airline ride. I thought she was going to faint so I offered for her to rest in our motor home, which she declined, as they had a place to stay. We jabbed and teased each other every chance we got--
Wow, I could write a book about our experiences together in Ukraine.  I told Jonathan later, if he thinks I am a case, he ought to have to live with Sandy for a while like I did!!!! Actually, we laughed and laughed and laughed about the memories she regaled us with, without apology! It is so much easier to look back and laugh than live through everything back there and take it so seriously. I teased Sandy about managing to get all the attention focused on HER, in the last service when each state and country is called out and represented, when Bro. Sankey told about the can of Russian candy this "wisp of a lady" had given him, and called out, "Siberia!" and was looking for her. When she yelled, didn't the whole IHC clap for her! She instantly told Jonathan that I was just envious!!!! Boy, it's a good thing she lives on the other side of the earth most of the time! 
As for us, we wanted Colorado to stand out, of course, since there were so few of us. Jonathan had suggested to Crystal and me that we yell, "Pikes Peak or Bust!" when Colorado's state was called out, and I liked the idea, and our friend Sis. Gault came trotting up to us before service to remind us to yell really loud since there were so few of us from Colorado, so that is what we did.  So there I am shooting up out of my seat and yelling like only that easily-embarrassed and goofy Anna can, and my big, strong, sturdy, brave and wonderful husband who had that idea in the first place, roared but stayed right in his seat! My mom was listening on internet and heard a yell but didn't know what we said. We figure people heard something and wondered, "WHAT IN COLORADO WAS THAT???" I was afraid we killed the meeting!!! (Thanks, Sandy! You could have clapped a few claps for us, since we clapped the loudest for you!) Next time, we'll do my suggestion and just yell, "YEE-HAW!" (Or else we'll sneak a can of candy to Mr. Sankey like Sandy did, just to get clapped for!!!!!! Would anyone besides Sandy Mosenthin DARE to do something like that???)

These photos are out of order, but oh, well, that reminds me of Sandy. Boy, I hope she reads this blog. :)
While we were  at IHC, our middle children were in the countryside of Kentucky with friends. 
Below, Sam and Elias are feeding the sheep.

 The younger boys had a ball riding a wagon down the hills in their yard. What beautiful bushes and trees they have there!
And what beautiful ticks landed on every last one of the children! 
Here we are back at IHC again. The second afternoon during the International service, a group of about 12 Christian men from Papua New Guinea were represented. Below them in front of the platform are lined up a whole row of former missionaries to PNG. I knew many of them from the winters my family spent in Florida near Evangelical Bible Mission back about 30 years ago when the EBM mission work in PNG was thriving--the Thompsons, the Bob Brocks, the Weirmans, and others.
Some of these PNG men were products of that mission work. Some have become successful businessmen. Some are in government, and the laws of PNG require the Bible to be taught in their school curriculum! One of the men is the administrator of the largest ACE school in the world. Literally thousands of souls have been saved and the whole nation of PNG impacted with the gospel since EBM's work began there many years ago.

Here the men are getting ready to sing, and joking about how they brought their own guitar along all the way from PNG, because they did not know if the American guitars were the same! Someone is trying to collect about 500 accordians and all sorts of other instruments to send over to PNG.


The Inter-Church Holiness Convention is the longest standing convention in Dayton. Bro. Sankey read a special proclamation that the Mayor of Dayton made about the convention, proclaiming these days of April "Inter-Church Holiness Convention Days" in Dayton! If you will click on this picture, you might get it to enlarge big enough to read this proclamation that was set up in the entry of IHC. What a blessing to have the mayor of a big city in America recognize the holiness convention in such a special way!


We don't like to snap lots of pictures and disturb people around us, but we did get a few shots to put on the blog. Here is a scene from our seat on the side. I preferred to sit over in the center bleachers, as we could see better straight ahead to the platform, but we also had to mind our display between services, so needed to sit near them, and often sat in seats reserved for people who had exhibitions.

Here hundreds of children are singing during the children's time. The theme this year was "Servants of the King," or something close to that. I really liked the choices of songs.
The first evening service, Bro. John Manley had an outstanding message about the fact that if we want God to come down as in Bible times, we must go down before Him.
And then he was transparent about a time the Lord had to deal with him about his tendency to be a "people-pleaser." When he gave the invitation to go down before the Lord, hundreds of people poured forward.
I have never seen anything like it in my life--the aisles full of people surging forward.
Hundreds of people streaming down from the bleachers and going up to pray.
I believe the enormous response was related to his being humble and honest instead of trying to come across like he was some perfect saint and it was just us out there who needed to go down before God. 
I could not imagine anyone sitting still in their seats when the invitation was simply to humble ourselves before God. Why are we not all on our knees before God? Do we not all need to humble ourselves before Him regardless of where we are spiritually? 
A friend who prayed beside me, when I hugged her afterward, said she felt that the Lord helped her in an area she needed. It was a precious time of humility before God and each other. 

Below, Crystal's friend, Hannah Moyer, is the girl furthest to the left in the Allegheny Wesleyan College quartet. The boy next to her is one we know as well, Seth Troyer, son of Andy and Shirleen Troyer, former missionaries to Haiti. We appreciated the AWC music styles. Crystal also really liked the GBS music. 
During this service, Bro. Overdorf, the man sitting furthest to the left on the platform, was asked to pray because he was the pastor of a former Allegheny pastor who had just gone to heaven the day before. I was very touched when Bro. Sankey announced the name of the one who died--John Kunselman.

John Kunselman was the man who visited my mom and dad about 47 years ago when I was the baby of the family--and invited them to the church he was pastoring, Zion Wesleyan Methodist Church. My folks have always thought the world of this saintly man--partly based on the love and care he showed them when they moved into the area near him and were struggling about what direction to go as far as church. 
I also have a memory of something I will never forget--of the son of John Kunselman, James, or Jim as we called him, when I attended Stoneboro Wesleyan Methodist School back when I was 8 years old. 
I went to school that first day of third grade, dressed in my very plain, homemade dark blue and green plaid dress that came to my ankles. And a girl came over to me and boldly asked me why I dressed that way.
Jim came right over to my defense and told the girl to leave me alone!
I almost NEVER had any problem with anyone in that class after that! My sister Dorcas had no end of troubles in her class, especially from a boy in her class who poked fun at her and teased her a lot, but I never had any trouble. Thanks to a boy who was kind and stood up for the underdog instead of being a pain to someone who dressed differently. If I named the boy who made fun of my sister, it would be a shock, because he is now a very good, conservative preacher!! But I have always been grateful to Jim for that one kindly act which may have made the difference for me that one short month I spent at a Christian school before my family moved to South Dakota to home school. When I went to AWC for three semesters, Jim and his lovely wife Lydia were there as music teacher, librarian, and office manager. Their daughter Mary just graduated recently. Hard to believe.
The Kunselmans were a wonderful family. May the Lord comfort them in this time of loss.

We got a snap of this sweet song by the little daughter in the Daniel Edwards family. She sang a song about how God cares for us--very sweet.
A memory that comes back to me is the time 36 years ago when our Morley family was on the IHC platform together with the former Edwards family, with Daniel and Esther and Elizabeth and the other brother when we were all children--and our families took turns singing. Our Morley family sang "I'll Walk With God," and "My God and I," and perhaps "How Great Thou Art." A lot of water has passed under the bridge since then.
I am grateful for all of us who have walked with God and who are still singing praises to Him, whether from platform or from humble pew--still striving to serve Him however He leads.

These three Heath boys astounded us. Parents were no where in sight, but they confidently went up to the microphones when they were called up to sing and they sang beautifully in 3-part harmony an arrangement about the love of God. It was tremendous, stupendous, outstanding--I don't have words. 
Jonathan gasped, "Who are their parents?!" Because children don't just get up like that out of the blue!!!


Wednesday morning I think it was I attended the Women of Worth meeting. The theater room that was used was packed out. It was a privilege to sit with Sis. Byler from Mission Helps, and Kathy Sweigart who was representing the Ambassador Program with her husband.  Plus, you guessed it, that notorious Sandy Kolva had to plop down two seats over from me, close enough to jab and tease and tell the young lady between us how "bad" I was! Sandy made the girl's eyes open very wide! Help! We had to explain that we had been missionaries together in Ukraine--that is why we were being so crazy!
I really enjoyed Rachel England's talk about God's purpose for us individually. One thing that stood out to me was her bringing out about growth in holiness as well as a crisis experience. She made a statement that I wanted to tuck away in my memory:
"If you fail in the process [of growth], go back to the crisis." 
In other words, don't give up if you fail to be perfect, but remember that you have made the choice to be all for Jesus, and if you fail to be Christlike under every circumstance, don't give up, but refer to your root and foundation of consecration. I want to remember that statement. It helped me a lot. Funny how a select choice of words can rivet a truth into your mind and help you so much.

Just another scene of the crowds.
I got in one morning on part of the Bible study by Stanley Grabill. I suggested sitting with Sandy, but she had to wait for her parents. So I found a seat over in the middle on the main floor, and felt like EVERYBODY in IHC was looking at me, as I was all by myself down in that section. I could have dropped through the floor and asked for the tile to cover me up. Oh well. I tried to hang out near people I knew other times.
Stanley Grabill was a fellow student with me at AWC, so it was good to hear him preach after these 21 years! I am so grateful when those who were outstanding in college years are still being faithful to God. 
Nathan Purdy was another speaker who had an outstanding message about who is really the God of our lives. Or are we giving our love and attention to other gods--maybe not of wood and stone, but 
perhaps to media or technology or work or anything but God.
He talked about how easy it is to feel inferior or superior to others based on foolish and petty things. 
"I check my Facebook only every 6 minutes when others check their phone every two. Therefore I am superior."  How relevant! 
Many of us went to pray after that message, too, as he invited those who felt the need of a refilling of the Spirit. Jonathan had gone up to pray, and I found a place to squeeze in near him by the steps to the platform, and then I just could hardly stop crying. 
Dear God, are tears a prayer?
Sometimes you have no words.  
 There has been so much brokenness in our lives in the last while, so many broken people around us--we have felt overwhelmed and know we need God's grace and Spirit to keep going. 
Nathan Purdy's wife Charity, was the daughter of missionaries we worked with in Ukraine. She went to the microphone when testimonies were invited, and was really broken about how she tries to please her husband and keep her home, but she was convicted that it all needed to be about Jesus.
Charity was always sweet and conscientious as I remember her. She used to help me with cleaning and taking care of the little ones when we were in Ukraine.  I was glad to be able to give her a hug afterward. 
I thought how we wives do feel often like our job of taking care of our home, raising children, and pleasing our husbands are mundane and not very spiritual. I mean, how spiritual does it feel to 
mop a floor, 
change a diaper,
correct a cranky child,
make a bed, 
do the laundry and teach the sounds of letters and cook the 21st meal of the week? None of these type of things are extolled very often as being about Jesus.
But in reality, loving Jesus, for a wife and mother, is to do all the above
with love for Him and our husbands and children,
as Mother Teresa said, "to do the small things with great love."
That is truly about Jesus.

The mass choir including the choirs from AWC, Penn View, GBS, Hobe Sound and UBC.
Leave it to me to get tickled at this long row of baby strollers! I got Jonathan to sneak a little picture of this cute scene of one baby stroller after another parked here. And only later did I notice the little boys hanging over the sides of the bleachers!! :)
Crystal with her friend Larisa Kolva from Siberia where her parents are missionaries.
Crystal and her friend Hannah Moyer.
Oh, boy, there's that Sandy again! Also her parents. I hope she reads this blog before she flies back to Siberia, so she can post some comments to get back at me for all the mean things I said about her!!!
:) :)
What would life be like if it weren't for having people like Sandy around to keep it spiced up?

I don't usually wear crocheted, fluffy scarves like this. I, a simple country lassie, just don't have the class! But Rose crocheted it for me for Christmas, and I thought that at IHC people dress more classy than I am used to doing, so I would wear this scarf there. And wasn't there another lady that I knew, Sis. Mills, who had a scarf like it, almost exactly the same colors! I nabbed her to compare, and she said she had crocheted it herself. Jonathan thought I (or was it the scarf?) looked pretty, but when I saw myself in the reflection of the window outside IHC, I do believe the scarf looked almost as fat as I was--which is not very fat, of course!
Well, I guess that is all I will write about IHC for now. It was a privilege to be there.

Brief Glimpses of the Arms Around the World Convention

This post is stuck in the middle of my posts about our trip back East to IHC.  I was looking at one of our favorite blogs last evening, "The Johnstown Albertsons" and enjoyed all their pictures of the AAW Convention, which reminded me I hadn't posted any photos myself.
So here are a few that I managed to take. I don't like to disturb services by snapping photos very often, but we did get a few.
Below are the AAW board members: Jonathan, Bro. Warner, John MacDonald, Bro. Sturtevant, and Bro. and Sis. Bley.
 Below is the Randy Albertson family, who are with inner-city ministry in Denver. We've enjoyed going up occasionally and supporting their services. Randy spoke about inner-city ministry. They set up this "Prayer" banner, pass out tracts, hold street meetings near to the city rescue mission (which the mission is delighted for them to be doing, as the drug dealers kind of disappear when the Christians arrive for a street meeting), and of course hold services at their church. The Albertsons have given up his job so they can minister full-time. They are willing to live lowly and trust God for their needs. We really appreciate this spirit.
 Randy shares about the kind of message and drawings he gives on the street, challenging sinners to consider their souls and the way they are taking.
We enjoyed getting to meet new board members, sweet folk, Bro. and Sis. Wesley Warner.
We very much enjoyed John MacDonald's guitar playing--some of the nicest we've ever heard. He and his wife sang a beautiful special one evening, about waiting on God to answer prayer. I can't remember exactly what it said, as I 'd never heard it before, but it meant a lot to me.
Below the children are enjoying playing with friends who were at the potluck meal at the convention.

Garden Delights--A Cheerful Reality

  Working in the garden and enjoying its harvest is not just an escape from reality--it is, in fact, a cheerful part of the reality of life....