Saturday, June 20, 2009

First Day of Summer

I just love summer . From swimming pools and corn on the cob, to crickets and thunderstorms I love it! I'm so glad it's finally here. It brings so many nostalgic memories from being a kid(I still am completely a kid on the inside but I have to operate in an adult world.) This is what summer is to me.....

Summer is....

Ice cream on a hot day, melting down the side of a waffle cone, tipping ,oh no, but dad saves it just in time.

Watermelon dripping down my chin, spitting black seeds across the table (and at each other).

Hamburgers hot off the grill, Saturday night after a long busy day, loaded with toppings and juicy yellow corn on the side.

Raspberries just picked from the back of the house, so perfectly sweet and plump.

Lemonade in a clear glass picture at Gram's after a game of baseball on humid July night.

Summer is...

Crickets singing late in to the night creating an invisible symphony.

Birds chirping at five o clock in the morning , twittering and singing until dawn.

Oldies playing on the radio, tunes you've know the words to since you were seven though they were written fifty years ago.

Voices going by your window while you lie in bed at night , cars speeding by in your sleep and a lone skate boarder swooshing past.

Thunder clashing, banging, booming like a canon, shaking the whole house and filling you with awe.

Summer is...

The smell of upstairs on a August afternoon , dust mingling with heat creating the perfect atmosphere for novel reading and story writing.

Fresh, early, morning dew creeping thru my window giving me the hope I need to begin another day.

Smoke on the 4th of July filling the air and my lungs with thick gray fumes.

Chicken barbecuing on the grill telling my stomach it's chow time.

Our neighbors bonfire , making me feel like I'm camping again and putting me in the mood for marshmallows.

Summer is...

Fireworks , brilliantly exploding as I lay in the grass, dazzled by the amazing colors.

Marshmallows slowly cooking now light on fire, glowing as it turns to ash.

Millions of stars, all I can see on a pitch black night up north, making me feel like one tiny speck in an endlessly vast universe.

The sun reflecting off the river , glaring in my eyes, creating a beautiful light.

Sailboats bobbing on the water on a perfect Sunday afternoon being carried off by the breeze.

Summer is...

The humidity creeping up my back, up my arms, in my hair, bearing down on everything, making the day move in slow motion.

Bare feet on the sand, the bumpy, rough sidewalk and in the pool.

Cold water running down my back and face from the hose , spraying in my mouth , causing shrieks of surprise as I spray my brother.

Dirt in my fingers and nails as I weed the garden on the hottest morning of the year, sweat dripping down my face and neck.

A cool and gentle fan lulling me to sleep with its soft breeze and hum.

Summer is....

Work and sweat and mosquito bites,

It's scraps and bumps and stings.

Youthful memories and dreams reborn

Hopes for relaxation and fun.

It's reality , sure, like everything else but on June 21st let me dream!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

More Spring Pics

Corpus et Sanguis Christi

"Holy Communion is the shortest, and surest way to Heaven. There are others, innocence for instance, but that is for little children; penance, but we are afraid of it; a generous endurance of the trails of life, but when they approach us we weep and pray to be delivered. Once for all, beloved children, the surest, easiest, shortest way is by the Holy Eucharist." ~ Pius X


I found this in the Catholic Digest, too funny!

New Year's Resolutions for Dogs and Cats

1) My head does not belong in the refrigerator.

2) I do not need to suddenly stand up when lying under the coffee table.

3) I will no longer be beholden to the sound of the can opener.

4) I will grow opposable thumbs, break into the pantry, and decide for myself how much food is too much.

5) I will not chase the toy until I see it leave my human's hand.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

The Shortest Way

"Holy Communion is the shortest, and surest way to Heaven. There are others, innocence for instance, but that is for little childen; penance, but we are afraid of it; a generous endurance of the trails of life, but when they approach us we weep and pray to be delivered. Once for all, beloved childen, the surest,easiest, shortest way is by the Holy Eucharist."

Spring at my House

Since spring is almost over I thought I would post some pics of spring flowers I have taken over the past three months.

The Best of Intentions

When I stared this blog I didn't realize how much work it would be. I intended on posting every day(the best of intentions). Lately I have been trying to figure out how to post pics. Anyways I found this little story in the church paper a year ago and have had it hanging on my bulletin board. I thought I would share it with you.

"A man fell into a deep pit and couldn't get himself out.

A socially concerned person stood beside the pit and said "I feel for you down there".

A researcher ran experiments that proved it was logical that someone would fall down into the pit sometime.

A mathematician calculated how far the man fell into the pit.

An engineer designed a better, safer pit for future use.

A news reporter announced the tragedy on the evening news.

A psychologist offered therapy to help the man deal with the pit.

A government agency did a study on how future pits could be prevented.

A political activist group protested the existence of pits around the world.

A local church put the man on their prayer list.

A church committee collected blankets to keep the man warm while in the pit.

JESUS, seeing the man, took him by the hand and lifted him out of the pit."

My immediate reaction to this story was that it exemplified the hypocrisy of modern man but reading it again now I see something different. We can all try ,in our own little way, to help other people who are suffering. It is true that if our neighbor really did fall into a pit we should certainly get him out as soon as possible but I think this parable speaks of more then just the literal. It seems also to refer to the spiritual pits we fall into when we sin. We can pray for our brothers and sisters who are slaves to sin, we can consul and console them, we can try to prevent it from happening again but really only Jesus Christ thru the hands of His priests can reach down and lift the sinner out of the pit. Not to say that there isn't a hint of hypocrisy in this parable, (I mean seriously a group to protest the existence of pits. Sounds just like something the leftists would do.) I just saw this other meaning in it as I was typing it out.