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Watching Grass Grow

2 Jun

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I'm a winner

  You know how people joke about watching grass grow, indicating boredom? Well, watching grass grow at our house has been pretty darn exciting. In the past we adopted the haphazard method of dealing with our grass in North Carolina. This method involved a lot of head scratching as each of our efforts failed. This year, due to our slide area, we spoke with the Soil and Water folks and took their advice.

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In Florida, we didn’t sow grass seeds. We bought slabs of St. Augustine grass  and voila, we had grass. Of course, if we didn’t water it frequently we had dead grass.

My husband changed his method of dealing with our apple tree that had not produced a single apple in five years. In the fall he gave it a stern lecture, threatening to turn it into applewood lumber if it didn’t quit stalling. It seems the tree took it to heart.

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We do have still have some gardening questions and your input is appreciated.  Why are our blue hydrangea now blue and white and is this pretty flower a weed or a plant that I can buy more of? It looks like Foxglove, but is more delicate and spindly.

It hasn’t been all gardening the past two weeks. We finally figured out how to get our sidewalk poured. My husband had been dreading hauling the concrete laden wheelbarrow. as he has painful shoulders, but we received an unexpected blessing in the form of the concrete truck driver. I call him our angel of mercy. He didn’t allow my husband to push even one wheelbarrow load. He and the handyman we hired went way above our expectations, hauling the excess concrete around the house and bucketing it up on a hill where we plan to build a water feature. They even smoothed the concrete!

Do you see our “porch dog” Gus supervising the men? My job was to make sure Gus didn’t make paw prints on the walkway. He only jumped on it once and it was easy to smooth out.

We were especially pleased to get our walkway finished as our aunt was visiting and we wanted a nice surface for her walker to roll on. We spent several days out and about with my aunt and my cousin. Lots of fun! We visited Black Rock Mountain State Park in Georgia. What a beautiful park it is!

I’m not a big garage sale fan, but my visiting family are and they always find great deals. I even found some myself. The best part of “garage selling” was discovering new communities in the area, The mountains sure have an abundance of nature and beauty. Here are two photos I took at one yard sale. I was warned a black snake was sighted heading for the old door. No worries. Black snakes are our friends.

It is quiet here now that our family returned to their home. I am back to watching the grass grow and the flowers bloom and I am enjoying every minute of it!

Faster Weeks, Slower Me

19 May

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I'm a winner

I mistakenly believed that once I retired life would slow down and weeks would not fly by faster than a comet. It seems the only slowing down that has occurred is me. Maybe since it takes me longer to accomplish tasks, that is why it feels that weeks are zooming along.

On Monday the husband and I went to work on the slide area in our yard. The  county Soil and Water department suggested we replant the area with tall Fescue grass. We decided to fertilize, amend with lime and re-seed the entire yard. My husband used the garden tiller to break up the grassed areas that had become particularly bare and hard. After that we put out lime, then fertilizer and seed. My job was to gently rake the tilled area to spread some soil over the seeds. We have no idea if that is what one does when seeding clay soil. Growing grass in Florida is totally different. Finally we spread wheat straw and watered everything. I am NOT a fan of yard work, but the day was beautiful with a gentle cool breeze and I enjoyed it.

Tuesday was an interesting day. The charging port on my husband’s phone stopped working and my do-it-yourself man decided he could change it out. He is pretty sharp at fixing things but this one almost defeated him. Ten tiny screws had to be removed to change the port. No problem, Spilling the screws and losing one, now that is a problem. After an hour of searching, he put the phone together without the screw. It powered up and he was able to place a call. Yea! Except he could not hear me talking to him. So, tear the phone apart again. The missing screw had not appeared but being a problem solving kind of guy, he remembered that his old phone was the same brand as his current one. He pirated the old one for a replacement screw, put the phone back together and now it charges and has sound. Problem solved.

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE: Missing screw found! We are cleaning house for company and removed rug and furniture from the room of the lost screw. Handy husband pushed all the debris into a pile and used his flashlight to illuminate the screw. Now to save it or not to save it.

Wednesday started off well. We had breakfast with friends then spent the rest of the morning running errands. Somewhere along the way, my energy drained away and my mood slipped lower than the thermometer on a Ontario winter day. I decided to hibernate.

After a good night’s sleep and some motivational musing, today is looking up. I am not the center of the universe. That job belongs to someone far above me. My job is to keep looking up.

Cherry Blossoms on tree.

 

#ThankfulThursday

12 May

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I'm a winner

#ThankfulThursday was trending on Twitter this week. Yes, it is a hash tag, but it is exactly what I feel. My husband has been feeling poorly for a while and today he is building a form to pour a concrete walkway, Three weeks ago, he could not do that. I am REALLY thankful. I am also thankful to be back in the North Carolina hills where summer hasn’t even begun. Florida was becoming unbearably hot and this week will have many ninety degree days.

When we left Florida, Rebekah was able to come up with us  for a long weekend. The hills were experiencing a weak cold front and we all welcomed the cooler temperatures. One of the reasons she chose to come to the hills is that Franklin was holding their annual “Airing of the Quilts.” It was a cool and breezy morning.

Check out this quilted car and the “Granny Clampet” truck.

We also came across a “Little Library.” I knew there was one in downtown Franklin but I had not seen it yet.

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We were sad when Rebekah’s visit came to an end but we had a fun moment when we were driving her to the airport. Sylva, North Carolina is the setting for a movie shoot!

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE

EBBING, MISSOURI

We took  some photos as we were driving.  Yes, I had my head and arms outside the car trying to get the shots. My friends know I am NOT a movie fan, I did if for movie buffs Jen and Pam. Those shots were awful so I went with windshield view.

I like the blue on the red brick. I think they should keep the colors. There was also a newspaper office but I wasn’t fast enough to get it.

Another thing I am thankful for is that I am back in the hills in time to enjoy the gorgeous blooms on my peonies. The first time I saw peonies was at the cabin of our friends Karen and Bill. I fell in love with them and they were a must-have on my list of flowers when we built our North Carolina home. The white ones are particularly dear to my heart as they came from Karen and Bill’s cabin. I think of them with a smiling heart as I enjoy the blooms.  They both passed away within a year of each other and I miss them.

I would love to hear what you are thankful for!

 

Friends Old and New

28 Apr

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

This past week has been filled with appointments but we did find time on Sunday afternoon to hang out with precious friends, also know as “The Old Group.” Now that I think about it, I don’t know that I like that name!  We started out as young married folks. Over the years we have drifted apart and reconnected. We survived the “seven year itch”, 2 am feedings, raising teens and sweet Pam, our hostess has shown us with her courage and faith in Christ that we can survive the loss of our beloved spouse. We are blessed.

Tomorrow, an incredibly talented artist and author who I met on Facebook, Vicky Kaseorg, will be undergoing a mastectomy. I decided to reblog her post to share her trust in the savior and ask you to join in prayers for her. If you enjoy purchasing art or like me, take pleasure in it’s beauty, click on the link for her gallery.

Red Snails in the Sunset: Preparing for the Mastectomy

Tomorrow is the big day, the day I trust that God has given the doctors wisdom and guidance as they remove my breast, and hopefully eradicate my cancer. I have a lot to do today, including picking up beloved sister Amy from the airport who will spend ten days with me, at my beck and call. I couldn’t ask for a better caretaker. She is fun, competent, and kind. If anyone can bring cheer to this less than cheery occasion, it is Amy. I am blessed by passels of friends eager to bring food or whatever I need.

It may be a scary day, but it is day that I am engulfed by the love of God, family, and friends. What a beautiful life I have!

I spent my penultimate day as a two-breasted woman cataloguing more art from my attic, and then kayaking. I was so busy, that I mostly forgot about being worried. God is good. He knew just what I needed and He provided. (I could have done without the 30 mph headwinds on the river, but again, God’s plans are immutable.)

Despite hard work battling the wind, Kayaking was great. It was, as usual, gorgeous and peaceful. One rest session, while I sat in the water watching the herons, a skidoo pulled up and the driver asked if I could “watch his boat a sec.” I warned him I could watch it drift away, but I was under doc orders not to be hauling heavy skidoos in 30 mph headwinds. He nodded and pulled it safely to shore. (I get the oddest requests…

Be sure to continue on to the rest of the post. You will enjoy the paintings!
Link to her gallery HERE.

Source: The Writing on the Wall: Red Snails in the Sunset: Preparing for the Mastectomy

The Answer to Division and Anger

21 Apr

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I'm a winner

There is so much division and anger in society today. It makes my mind swirl with frustration and my soul to  mourn. My fellow blogger Bill Lites sent me a You Tube link for a song by the Gaither Vocal Band.  The song, Sow Mercy surely does have the answer.

Change begins in our hearts, not in the hearts of those with whom we disagree. I was schooled on this lesson today and I failed the test. I have no doubt I will fail it in the future. Praise God that he sees my hearts and holds out a hand to lift me up. I can Sow Mercy because he has shown mercy to me.

I hope you are blessed and soothed by this song as much as I was.

If you would like to read the lyrics click HERE

 

 

Helping Hands in Hazleton, Pennsylvania

20 Apr

We are pleased to welcome a guest blogger today, Paul Cwalina of Hazleton, Pennsylvania. His church, Grace Fellowship, has an amazing community outreach program . 

Helping Hands in Hazleton, Pennsylvania

by Paul Cwalina

Shake the World

Two years ago, a member of Grace Fellowship Church in Hazleton, Pennsylvania, who works as a supervisor at a Wal-Mart distribution center, noticed that the center was donating food almost every week to one charity or another on a consistent basis. He saw an opportunity for the church to serve the needy in the community.

With the help of the church deacons and elders, as well as fellow members of the congregation, the first distribution was planned for the first Saturday of the following month. A handmade sign taped to a tomato stake and held up by two cinderblocks was placed at the side of the road in front of the church letting the community know about the event. We had no idea if it was going to be a one-time thing or a sustainable ministry.

Grace Fellowship Church in Hazleton, Pennsylvania

Grace Fellowship Church in Hazleton, Pennsylvania

On that first Saturday, food was set aside at the Wal-Mart distribution center and five volunteers with vans and SUV’s met at the church at 6:00am and made the forty minute trek to pick up the food. The vehicles were jammed with as much of the food that each could hold.

Upon returning to the church, about a dozen volunteers unloaded the vehicles and organized the food, in the church’s basement fellowship hall while members of the community began showing up and sitting in the sanctuary upstairs. Food was placed into cardboard boxes and grocery bags and carried upstairs.

There was little in the way of organization those first couple months. People simply lined up in the lobby of the church and volunteers handed them boxes of food. Seventy hurting families were served that day.

Two years later, there is no longer a need for vans, SUV’s or volunteers to pick up the food. A member of Grace Fellowship Church who owns a trucking company, personally picks up the food with his tractor-trailer and brings it to the church. The handmade sign has been replace with a professionally made banner that is placed on the front of the church. The dozen volunteers waiting at the church has grown to number close to fifty volunteers each month, with half of those volunteers coming from Iglesia Kairos, a Spanish-language church that uses Grace Fellowship’s church or their services.

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The number of families served has grown, as well. In August of 2015, the Fish & Loaves ministry served just over 300 families. Since then, the number has averaged near 250 each month. They begin arriving as early as 5:30am, even though the doors don’t open until 7:00am and the food isn’t distributed until 9:15.

While they wait, a deacon leads a Bible Study for nearly two dozen attendees in the church’s conference room, while the rest wait patiently in the sanctuary. While they wait, a member of Grace Fellowship Church delivers the Gospel message from the pulpit followed by a Gospel presentation by a member of Iglesia Kairos.

The ministry has recently begun to expand beyond the walls of the church as two members take the extra food each month and prepare meals for a group of homeless individuals who were found living in the woods just outside of the city.

When the last box of food is assembled and distributed, the volunteers tear down tables and boxes, sweep, mop and clean the fellowship hall, leaving just as it was found at 5:30 that morning. Volunteers leave physically exhausted, but spiritually satisfied.

Thank you for sharing this story, Paul. I love reading stories of communities reaching out to those in need-Onisha

Paul Cwalina was born and raised in northeastern Pennsylvania and is the grandson of immigrant coalminers. By day, he is a marketing executive, an economics geek, and a politics junkie.

Citing Ernest Hemingway’s “Farewell to Arms” as the spark that ignited his desire to write, the author is now turning his long-dormant passion and hobby into a way to tell a story to the world.

“I don’t write ‘comfortable’ stories. I want my readers to be affected and to think; to get out of their comfort zones just a bit. The biggest compliment I receive on ‘Dropping Stones’ is that the story stays with a person long after they’ve read it. To me, that says ‘mission accomplished’.”

Paul lives with his wife and children in Drums, Pennsylvania.

You can check out his novels on Amazon

Connect with Paul on Facebook

…and on Twitter: @PKC1963

 

 

Numbers are Fun-NOT

14 Apr

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I'm a winner

I’m not a big fan of numbers and counting, but it seems like I am doing a lot of that these days. Last month we spent 30 days at our home in North Carolina making lists and comparing prices to to do some needed restoration to our property. We have lots of information and numbers but not one project was completed.

Now we have been in Florida for 14 days and are making lists of a different kind.  The dates (numbers) on my calendar are packed with appointments. Next week even has a double booked day and all of the appointments are out of town. My friends know I am not a movie fan and can’t remember the ones I have watched but this song from a 1960s movie stuck in my brain.

Substitute  “I feel I never wanna go home” with I feel like it’s never gonna end and that sums up our first 14 days (numbers) of April.  On a good note, in 10 more days (numbers AGAIN) the out of town appointments should be completed and we can do some exciting stuff like pressure wash our daughter’s home. I am looking forward to having more time with friends. Meanwhile, I have  lots of reading time while sitting in waiting rooms.

Writing this has activated deep recesses in my brain. Does anyone remember the western television show whose hero had a business card  that read:

Have Gun Will Travel

Wire Paladin

San Francisco

Mine is :

Have iPhone or iPad

Will read. 

Florida or North Carolina

I was reading a post by Francis Frangipane this morning and he shared a wise verse.Good advice for someone who is spending a lot of time in waiting rooms.

“Behold, I am sending you out as sheep in the midst of wolves, so be wise as serpents and innocent as doves.

Should you have a touch of nostalgia for the Paladin theme song, here is a link to You Tube. https://youtu.be/tgvxu8QY01s

Baking for a Cure

31 Mar

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I'm a winner

Our friends Betsy and R.M. have two precious granddaughters. They are smart, creative, and fun. They are also fighting Cystic Fibrosis, and research for a cure is cruelly underfunded. That’s why every year Betsy heads up a bake sale to help fund research.

The sale is held on the sidewalk at K-Mart and the ladies of our church pitch in to create some amazing cakes and other sweets. I made two cakes for the sale, a chocolate cherry bundt cake and a ring of fudge bundt with coconut cream cheese filling. To my horror, when I went to take the ring of fudge cake out of the pan, it stuck. Don’t you hate it when that happens? I took my remaining cake to the church and told them my sad tale. We began to toss around some ideas on how to salvage the damaged cake. At first I thought of cutting it into slices but packaging them seemed to be an obstacle. Then we hit on the idea of cutting the cake into quarters. Fantastic idea! A lot of people don’t want to eat a whole cake but a half or quarter would be perfect. I drove home, cut the cake into sections, covered them in plastic wrap and to make it look more attractive, I added some curling ribbon in spring colors. I was happy to be able to revive the cake for two reasons. One, because I truly wanted the cake to be sold to raise money and second, the temptation to eat the cake myself was removed. : )

If you would like to know more about Cystic Fibrosis, visit the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation .

Three Most Powerful Words

27 Mar

 

He is risen 2016

March is a Lion

24 Mar

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I'm a winner

I can’t believe March is flying past.  We decided to depart Florida early to address a mud slide issue on our property in North Carolina, as well as get a head start on greening up our neglected grass. The first week we were here was spent enjoying time with our daughter and visiting the Great Smoky Mountain National Park. After she left we began to plan how we were going to address our issues.

Phone calls were made, lists were started, prices were checked and then we seem to have stalled. One of our projects was to have a walkway poured from our drive to the front door. We have stepping-stones but we want to be proactive, should either of us need a walker in the future. It turns out that folks who create walk ways are not fond of returning calls. Fortunately we have a Plan B. Today my husband and I removed the stepping-stones and stacked them to repurpose into stairs to husband’s shop.

Stones B&W

We did receive call backs on Wednesday from two contractors but their price was too high for our shallow pockets. Fortunately, we know a handyman who works at an hourly rate. Our current plan is for my husband and the handyman to build the forms and pour the concrete themselves. So hopefully, we will have a lovely new walkway before we return to Florida.

We have yet to buy fertilizer, lime and grass seed. We made a trip into town to buy them at Ace Hardware only to discover the local Ace does not carry them. We had priced them in the Georgia town that is south of us when we were down there for breakfast. We held off on buying and spreading the seed due to a cold snap. We hope to have them purchased and spread by Monday.

Of course the most important project, the mud slide has yet to be figured out. Our last plan is to rake the mud area smooth and plant Kentucky 31 Tall Fescue and hope it will hold the hill. I am wondering if those stepping-stones we moved could be used here in some way.

Mudslide

  All of this must be wrapped up in one week. I feel as if March came in like a lion and is going out like a lion. The only lamb in sight is the Holy Lamb of God whose resurrection we will be celebrating this Sunday.

UPDATE 3/28/2016

After writing this my husband’s nagging cough turned into a full blown sinus infection. On the bright side,the weather here in the hills is beautiful with highs in the 60s, coaxing buds and blossoms from their winter’s slumber. The high 80s and possible 90 degree temps are going to be a shock to my senses when we return to Florida.