Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Spam Comments by Susan L.

   Something Posing As Meat. That's what it used to mean. It was developed for the soldiers during the war to provide them with protein in a can. It's still available in grocery stores. Some people actually like it!
  Now it represents unwanted, unsolicited comments on a blog or web page. The name fits the telephone solicitors of the tech age. It's hard differentiating between actual commenters or those who are working for a company to push their product through an unsuspecting forum. I'm glad the computer does it for me.
  In saying that, I apologize to anyone who comments with no ulterior motive and the mechanical brains of this operation ships them off to the spam folder. Because of my lack of technical abilities, I have to trust the machine. I do read them. They just don't show on the blog site.
  One comment in the spam folder talked about their father suggesting this blog to them. Is this true or is it really spam? The comment also contained a link to some sort of product. Am I na├»ve to think that a person would never use a family member like that?
  I want to make it very clear should one of these links slip by the spam police I do not endorse any product or products contained in a comment. Any endorsements would appear in the body of the post. I'd be happy finding out how to avoid spam in the first place but I suppose since my laptop is part of the global village, it's likely to be sprayed with graffiti. That and I want to keep it easy for valid commenters to access the comments space on my posts.
  It's humbling and encouraging to read your thoughts and comments. They contain real meat. It's humbling looking at the world map that highlights the countries where people have accessed my blog. It's an international feast of many languages and cultures who pay honour to my little bits of writing.
  Thank you, dear readers, for your support and for taking the time to share. It means a lot to me. The glory be to God!
  "Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith." Heb 12:1-2

 

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Burst of Yellow by Susan L.

  I don't have a lot of flowers. Most of my garden is textural and utilizes the different shades and shapes of leaves I have a couple of favorite flowers though: the black-eyed susans, two other tall plants with sunshine yellow flowers, and a self-seeding annual with yellow-orange blossoms are in full and glorious bloom. The morning sun makes the colour explode. At twilight they glow with an ethereal light.  A delightful harvest for the eyes.
  The squirrels are raiding the apple tree beside my driveway. It's become a late summer ritual. I don't mind. Most of the fruit is too high up in the old tree for me to reach. Someone may as well enjoy them. I used to rake up the fallen ones but once the tree is bare, they take those ones as well and squirrel them away. Finding an apple in the middle of the back yard always makes me smile. See? Apples can fall far from the tree.
  I suppose that's how I ended up with a clump of small bloomed, fiery red sunflowers growing beside the house. They were pilfered from my neighbour last year by an ambitious squirrel who decided the soft sandy soil would be a perfect place to stash a mid-winter's meal.
  It's a lovely morning and they're calling for showers later. Time to get outside. The car is in the shop getting vetted for the trip up north on Friday so I'm housebound today. I'm glad. It'll be nice to simply putter around.
  "There He makes the hungry dwell, that they may establish a city for a dwelling place, and sow fields and plant vineyards that they may yield a fruitful harvest." Ps 107:36-37
 
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, 18 August 2014

Finishing Touches by Susan L.

  The forecast for the next three days isn't so great. The shed is ready to be stained and the trim painted but the three days of rain ahead have meant that the final task is postponed. I spent yesterday cutting the trim boards for around the windows and tacking them into place to make sure they fit. The corners are also now completed. That took a  bit of frittery fitting. The new table saw worked like a dream. The trim has been removed to make painting it easier and to make staining the rest of the shed easier as well. The potting bench got built as well providing a space underneath for my snow tires.
  Gee. No wonder I was tired last night!
  I'm going to build an old style wooden toolbox for my gardening tools. I might go all artsy-craftsy and paint it. I was going to build drawers under the bench but that sort of fell by the wayside. Maybe  they could be added later.
  I'd like to get everything that's outside under tarps locked up in it's rightful place in the new shed before I go away. Again, a time item.
  It felt funny packing most of the tools, screws, nails and other sundry items away. It's surprising how many different items were needed: a whole laundry basket full. It took many trips into the basement to get everything stashed away, or at least down there. The away bit can wait.
  This project has taken a lot longer than anticipated. It's the little tasks that take the time, that are worth taking the time over.
  I picked up some broken patio stones from the hardware store to do a patch of crazy paving in front of the door. Right now it's bare earth and the mud splashes up onto the door when it rains. That's the next little job. I don't want mud all over fresh paint!
  That's enough of a to-do list. In all of this I have a deep sense of gratitude for having had the means, the skills and most of the equipment needed for this project. My fingers are still attached and I only hit my hand once with a hammer. I am so thankful for what has been an exercise of joy.
  "Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good! For His mercy endures forever." Ps 107:1