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I'm a mother of four grandmother of seven and great grandmother of three. I live with my husband in the house that we built with the help of my brothers and will have been married for 57 years this February.

Monday, August 30, 2010

MY CANTICLE TO GOD

    In this heat I haven't accomplished much today except the routine stuff and I broke the steel cable on the garage door and couldn't close it when I got back from the bank. I don't know my own strength.  My irises are still in the box waiting for me to transplant them. I actually started binding my rug and got about a 13 inches done. Nothing really to write about.

 I thought that I would copy a little piece that I was inspired to write when I was in a Little Rock Bible study some years back. I scribbled it in a small note book that I had in my purse at the time. I saved the little note book in my memorabilias. The words came effortlessly and from the heart.  It's a quick pick me up when I'm down and a gentle reminder that I'm well taken care of and should be greatful always.

MY CANTICLE TO GOD                                                                                                               

                   Blessed be God forever.
                   You have been a constant presence in my life.
                   You have graced me with your peace, your love and your light.
                   You call me Precious in your sight.
                   You promise to be with me always.

O Lord, how high are your ways above my ways, 
Your thoughts above my thoughts.

You call me to follow you.
You promise me eternal life.

You carry me when I'm down,
You lighten my burden,
You guide me in the right path, always.

I listen to your voice.
I look for your light,
You listen to my pleas.

You forgive my sins and inadequesies,
And you look on me with tenderness.
I'm your lowly servant yet you treat me like a friend.

You trust me with your creation, Lord.
You are my help.
You sustain and support me always.
How precious you make me feel.

Sometimes I forget that you are there to rescue me,
But you never hold that against me.

I'm like a lost child finding its mother.
You welcome me with open arms, 
You give me all I could ever need.
By Julia Bourque                                                                                                          All rights reserved

Sunday, August 29, 2010

NOTHING STAYS THE SAME

Once upon a time, my gardens were my pride and joy on our one acre lot. I kept them weeded and there was color from spring to frost. Nothing was overgrown until  little by little I got less and less time to tend to them. In the spring of 2008 we had a devastating flood that damaged many of my flower beds as well as my vegetable garden. I had a lot of erosion and got a lot of drifted debris and weeds from  the flood. I could not tend to them because I had to assess the damage to my Ceramic manufacturing business  for insurance purposes and had to have major surgery which left me incapacitated for 8 weeks. The weeds really took over, some I had never seen before.

The winter  of the same year had been hard on my trees and I  had to  have three maple trees cut down  because of ice damage for safety reasons. Under one of the maple tree by the patio I had planted some hostas. They were always nice and green. Now my hostas are looking yellow because they are in full sun all day and that bed is overgrown.

Yesterday I dug up my patch of purple irises and I was going to transplant them today but it was way too hot for me. I turned the soil and never made it to the compost pile because of the heat,sweat was dripping in my glasses and I couldn't see what I was doing so my irises are still in the box waiting to be transplanted. This spring they bloomed but they were not as plentiful because of overcrowding.

I dream of having a gardener to do all the hard work for me.

Here are the purple iries that I want to transplant.
They bloom ealy in the spring at the same time as the leopardbane and tulips. As you can see they are about 14 inches high.


The irises have been dug up and the the area has been weeded and is waiting for the compost to transplant the irises.

There is a box full of small irises because they were so crowded and neglected the rimezones are small but they will be just fine once they are planted. They're pretty rugged so they should be fine.