Quotable Quote:

Who covets more, is evermore a slave. ~Robert Herrick

Saturday, October 29, 2022

Our New Home

 After a gruelling ride from Prague to Nitra, I am genuinely glad to be here. 

We are in a 1-bedroom apartment on the 6th floor of a 7-story building just off a very busy street.  




















The place seems to have been recently remodeled, with new floors and cabinets. There is a little washing machine, a tiny dishwasher, and a modest fridge/freezer behind the cabinet doors near the sink. It's lovely, but it occurred to me suddenly: Where do we put the food? The trusty dresser by the front door is just the place. 

The bed is a king, very large, comfy. The bedroom closet is the full width of the bedroom, plenty of storage. And there is a 5x5x11 storage unit down the hall. 

The views are pretty and the area is quiet. The place reminds me of Zach and Julie's apartments in Seoul on a less-grand scale. 















Tuesday, October 18, 2022

MTC at Last!

 We arrived late, an inconvenience to staff. They handled it with kindness and took care of everything nicely.

Lunch was next and the food was good, with the ambiance being similar to a clean high school lunchroom, for 2,000 lively students. Loud! 

 Our room is clean and lovely , like a self-serve hotel room. 






The campus here is open, beautiful, and perfect for completing an assignment. Below is Allan finishing a 2-hour project on Heavenly Father's love. 
The Provo Temple is across the street. We walked over last Thursday for a session. 
These are all the Senior Missionaries who entered the Missionary Training Center (MTC) with us last week, 87 in all. Some have already left for their assignments!



Tuesday, April 26, 2022

Snowy Morning (Many Years Ago)

When things are not all going well, I tend to turn inward and stop journaling and communicating with people. Things are not all going well, but at the same time many things are going right.
I love Christmas time, the lights glowing in the long dark nights, especially here in the great Northwest. The past two years I have been working virtually full-time in Seattle, and the city experience at holiday time was marvelous. This year I am at home in Kitsap County and enjoying a quieter, more slow-paced season. Unless, of course, I head to Silverdale and am within a mile of our mall.
We had our first snow of the season last night, and the grass, trees, and rooftops are blanketed. Snow lightens up the nights and silences the neighborhood. There is something of a reverence in the air when we have a snowy morning. I love it!

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Did I Inherit a Gardening Gene?

Sometimes I think I inherited the gardening gene, it's in me so strongly. I am not the best or most natural gardener at all. But I do love cleaning up an area, seeing things grow, and planting seeds just to see what happens. Oh, yes, and buying half-dead clearance plants and lifting specimens from the side of the road, parks, or friends's gardens, with permission, of course.

When the Stay-Home-Stay-Healthy order came from the governor I knew gardening would save me. Imagine last year if we had bought a condo!! The good Lord knew a condo would not give me the work opportunity, creative outlet, and joy that our own little quarter acre would. And it certainly has. 

My grandfather was a gardener, albeit possibly a reluctant one. When I was a child Grandpa Paul still lived on the property where he built the family home on a modest lot in Los Angeles. That lot had a small water feature in the back and various  flower beds, including one where he once recycled a poinsettia after Christmas. 

(Side note: have you ever seen a full-grown poinsettia? Check this out; it's what I remember in front of Grandma Mary and Grandpa Paul's front bay window. Here's a photo that shows one kind of like it.  Grandpa's was younger and prettier.) 

Auntie Paulette, in 1971, shared her garden in Montana with us. She and Bill grew everything! It was a fabulous little homestead. I think that may be one of the biggest inspirations I had ever seen. She inherited the gardening gene for sure. I think my brother Daryl has it, too. He brings plants back from the dead, plants new specimens in the yard, and shares his multiplying Amaryllis bulbs and other plants.

Anyhow, the gardening gene skipped my mom, and I don't even know if it's in the other side of my family. I do recall my dad mowing and planting things in our bare yard. One funny recollection that repeated itself a few times in my childhood is when my mom would complain to my dad that he mowed over the tomato/rose/other-important-plant and my dad pretty much ignored her. She eventually gave up, and he continued to maintain the property the way he always had. A true gardener would never have given up. 

As a high schooler I had some vague interest in houseplants and herbs, and as I grew up I became interested in gardening as a way to  become self-sufficient and healthier. Thank you "Diet for a Small Planet" and my Home Teacher (from the Church). Growing herbs and following Sunset Magazine's "Herbs" book was a preoccupation in my first apartment. Even raising tomatoes and some herbs in the small yard  of our little duplex in Northridge was really rewarding when Zach and Tim were tiny people. 

One of the first things I did in the summer of 1989, when we relocated to Washington state was to learn all the wild plants I saw in Edmonds, making sure to learn the poisonous ones (there aren't many) so the kids could just play outside without too much worry. The library was the best place for that at the time, and I used that wonderful Edmonds library from the second day I lived there. I have actually purchased different editions of those library book, and they're still invaluable. 

Anyhow, back to Grandpa Paul. He was born in 1913, the son of a Nebraska dirt farmer who wasn't particularly successful after the loss of his wife in 1924-ish, and later during the depression. While talking to my mom about Grandpa Paul's gardening, she explained that he knew how to grow food, but he hated it because he had to survive on it when he was a child and the memories weren't particularly happy ones. During World War II, however, Grandpa did his duty and grew a very impressive and beautiful Victory Garden as a token of his patriotism  during a very unusual time. After the war, though, he stuck with flowers. 

Great Grandpa Wilbur was the poor farmer in the 20s and 30s--and maybe more--who had to grow food for survival. Later in his life he lived in Porterville, CA, in the "breadbasket" of California. I have somehow inherited a photo of Great Grandpa actually smiling (he wasn't a smiler) at a certain harvest of onions. [July 1959 "Wilbur Sink and his onions") In Porterville it seems like he finally had success as a
subsistence farmer, where the weather, soil, and other factors worked with him. So--he, somehow, had the gardening gene. Look at those onions!! 

As I think of this gene, I recall a decade or so ago (maybe more) as I sat at the computer in search of my great-great grandfather, Franklin Pierce ("Frank") Fowler, great grandpa Wilbur's father-in-law. We knew that he came from New York, and ended up in Leigh County, Nebraska, but we weren't sure how. So, I'm scrolling through the 1880 census records and find a Frank Fowler in Omaha, Nebraska, born in New York, living with a large family with several servants. His occupation is listed as "works in garden." Born in New York! There's that garden gene again. 

I'm grateful for this talent (?), interest, and area for growth. I have gardened more this season than I think I ever have--no kids at home, no running around volunteering in public gardens, no visiting with friends. I set a goal to grow and use a total of 20 different flowers and veggies. So far I have enjoyed irises, calendula, my rose is about to bloom, I've eaten arugula, garlic greens and Swiss chard. Primroses are still blooming, I have collected and transplanted ferns (please live!), purple, white, and pink and white columbine, native bleeding heart, my divided hosta is up with 16 plants, my friend brought me several mature C
California poppy plants to go with the more than 100 (!) volunteer baby poppy plants popping up all over the veg and flower garden area. The pea plants are coming on strong, tomatoes, peppers, squash, and Hail Mary Cantaloupes (not their actual name) are in, and tons of greens are populating the big garden as I write. How many is that, with more to come? Seventeen! Let's see if I can make it 20 right now--radish, alpine strawberries, and rhubarb, all 3 harvested and eaten this season already. I am well on my way to completing this goal, and reaping what I've sown.  

Last year my daughter Rhiannon started a serious garden. She did such a great job, planting zinnias from seed, among many other wonderful things. I had never planted a zinnia seed until this very season--she inspired me! Cecilie, another daughter, has started little gardens in San Francisco, New Orleans, and is planning one on Long Island, where she lives now. Though it snowed just 2 days ago, she's looking forward to trying her hand at watermelon. She has had good past success, too. Sasha, one of the Seoul Queens, likes to hear about my garden. Whenever he has visited he has spent time in the garden with me, watering, harvesting, weeding, or planting. Sadly for now, he lives in the city and only appreciates  plants growing and doesn't seem to get to put his hands in the soil. He does notice the landscape, though, and takes photos of impressive gardens and shares them with me (check out the foxgloves and something else he sent me--snapdragons?).  Maybe he has inherited the gardening gene (from both sides, I think)! 

It's so nice to share the love of nature's gifts like the garden and gardening with the younger generations, and I look forward to seeing what the season holds for our family's gardeners nearby and far away.

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Progress on 20 for 20

2020 has thrown me for a loop! It has made accomplishing certain goals more easy, while preventing other goals completely. Here are some of the things I have done.
Working on kindness as I am separated from so many.

Vegan whole wheat pancakes. Good!

Working on carving out a garden.

Activity of hope: planning for flower seeds

Allan has helped so much!

The beginning of a big project.

Master recipe for/from Healthy Bread in Five Minutes a Day.

Letting it rest.

Ready for the oven.

Yum! 

Happy Birthday Allan, March 17. Vintage recipe Chocolate Mayo Cake, Peanut Butter Frosting.

Cloth napkins, created from used (like new) tablecloth.


Homemade vegan pizza. And art project.

After baking.

Banana black walnut bread.

Service project: reusable cloth masks for the hospital workers.

Hamburger cabbage soup.

The quickest green food you can grow: sprouts! These are from lentils, very yummy.

How is your "Stay Home Stay Safe" experience affecting your goals for 2020?