the bluecanopy

“By His Resurrection, the Lord has brought us from death to life, and that Resurrection the “Angels in Heaven cry,” [for they have] seen the light of deified human nature in fore-ordained glory in the person of our Lord and Redeemer, in Whose Image and through the power of Whose Resurrection, all true believers in Him, all who have united with Him with all their souls, are transformed. Glory, O Lord, to Thy Most-glorious Resurrection! The Angels sing, rejoicing together with us and foreseeing the swelling of their ranks. O Lord, make us worthy, to hymn Thee, the Resurrected One, with pure hearts, seeing in Thy Resurrection the cessation of our corruption, the seeds of a new resplendent life and the dawn of coming eternal glory whose forerunner Thou becamest, being resurrected for our sake. The tongues of neither men nor angels are capable of expressing Thy ineffable mercy toward us, O most-gloriously Resurrected Lord!”

Bishop Theophanes the Recluse

I’m experiencing somewhat of a blogging paradigm shift. I’ve been questioning this whole blog-a-licious adventure. What purposes does blogging serve in my life? What is it fulfilling, enabling, developing, cultivating, replacing, and encouraging — both good and bad? It’s an interesting question really. One I’ve asked myself many times…because blogging is so many things for so many people. But what is it for me?

One sweet Mrs. Tubbs offered me the wise advice that a blog could and should change with the author. Oh yeah, duh. Well then, (for now) here at the bluecanopy we will strive to keep it fun and simple. Those are the posts I like best. Not that my blog was ever some deep exploration of profound esoteric complexities, but I think I need to keep my opinions to myself and focus more on appreciating and sharing the life we’re carving out.

I suspect I don’t need to state these things, just act upon them; but for some reasons, no doubt inspired by the quiet house and my reflective mood, I felt compelled to, so there :)

Well then, without further ado….in all fun and simplicity, let me introduce our chicks! With a bit of work I was able to acquire a poultry permit from the city. I was surprised that we could have up to 20 hens…yikes! Six Rhode Island Reds have made their home in a blue rubbermaid in our dining room. In a few weeks they will cluck out into the coop we’re building from a converted rabbit hutch. Their feathers have budded a ton since these photos were taken. I can’t believe how quickly they are maturing. I’ll post updates as I can. Fresh eggs here we come!

I haven’t posted for ages mainly because our computer has been running so slowly, coupled with the fact that the space bar was popped off by wee fingers and we don’t know how to replace it. All is well though…the weather is warm and illness has fled the premises. Speaking of illness, have you ever used one of these? Ahhhhhh. Breathing is nice.

And now, as lent is upon us I’ll probably be posting less.  I’m not officially “giving it up” but just trying to be more productive and thoughtful with my time.  Plus, it just gets plain busy!

Do check in on I am Basil though….that kid is full of ideas.

To those whom it may concern have a blessed Lent…and to all, I ask your forgiveness for the sins I’ve committed against you.

Take care all.

check it out…some good old four year old fiction.

i am basil

Days around here have been wet. These shots were taken before the splash fest began. I’ll leave you with a burger tip and the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time.

a. Cut up a big handful of fresh basil, squish it into the meat along with Worcestershire sauce sea salt, pepper and garlic. Shape into patties like usual. Serve topped with goat cheese and thinly sliced red onions.

b. Just before I took these photos, B was quietly observing the puddle forming in the green turtle shell lid. “Look mommy, there are the nipples.” hmmmm. Thought I….

“Oh, honey, those are ripples (don’t laugh, don’t laugh).”

That’s what you get when you grow up in a drought climate and ahome where your mom has been breastfeeding someone over the course of your entire existence.

hi mom.

sillies

fish lips kiss, or glamorous me

puddle dino

My mom and grandma (Gigi) visited us for lunch today.  They made it a happy Valentines day…squeeze your loved ones and be thankful for them :)

From this daunting work…

Freedom from anger is a triumph over one’s nature. It comes by hard work and the sweat of one’s brow.

The first step toward freedom from anger is to keep the lips silent when the heart is stirred; the next, to keep thoughts silent when the soul is upset; the last to be totally calm when unclean winds are blowing.

Just as darkness retreats before light, so all anger and bitterness disappears before the fragrance of humility.

Phew! Lord have mercy.

While Aaron’s doing this in Joshua Tree (yup, that’s him) with the church Men’s Group this weekend, we’ll be eating Saturday pancakes without him, wishing he were here.

Have fun honey, don’t fall off any rocks.