As I sit and write this post, I can see leaves dancing in the air. There is a tree that lets go of its leaves very early in the season. In August, it sheds a few leaves and by the end of September, it is almost if not bare. It is the only tree around here that loses its leaves early. It is one of the trees we saved when we set out to clean up this place. It was growing in the middle of overgrown bushes and weeds. We removed everything around it and decided to keep it. Today, it has grown more than twice its size and it is a favorite of crows and other birds. Deer love to eat the berries that fall on the ground early summer. I don’t know what kind of tree it is, and it really doesn’t matter. It looks pretty and is useful to the wildlife; it does what it is supposed to do.
Are we as that tree? Do we do as we supposed to do naturally, or do we let outside forces influence us to the point that we lose our inner strength and end up doing something that does not feel natural to us? Are we able to shed our leaves, to let go of every regret, ill preconception, judgement, and negativity? Sometimes, it is possible, but when our inner strength is lacking, we need a savior. We need a savior to remove all the weeds and thornbushes that surround us; we need help.
When our leaves are too heavy to carry, and we are surrounded by weeds, our Savior is just a prayer away. He will clean up around us and help us shed that what is too heavy for us to carry around. Just as the tree is transformed in a season, and renewed the next, so are we when we call upon Him, our Savior Jesus.
Herbert presents The Gospel of Mary and Other Apocryphal Gospels.
I have read some of the apocryphal books, but not the ones in this particular book, that is, until now. I intend to read as many as possible because I want to have a better understanding of why these books were not included in the bible as we know it today. Many of these books are considered to be of historical value, however they are deemed to not be divinely inspired, or may have questionable origins. I have read the ones which are included in the Catholic bible (but are not part of the King James and other versions) because of the historical/poetic significance and contribution to understanding the times in which these were written. I find these very interesting and full of important detail that helps me understand better other non-apocryphal books. A good example is the books of Maccabees.
I am enjoying reading this book so far and can really see why these particular gospels have not been included; however, I find these are rich in historical details and have filled some gaps in my understanding of some biblical events. I find the Gospel of Mary Magdalene questionable for sure. I enjoyed the Gospel of Peter, very rich in detail. The writing style seems simple compared to the books of Peter included in the bible. The Birth of Mary was very interesting as well, and mostly refers to her background, her parents, and her life before her marriage to Joseph. The Acts of Pontious Pilate, also known as the Gospel of Nicodemus, is also very rich in details concerning the time when Jesus was arrested and brought to him. The Gospel of Thomas is presented as a list of things that Jesus said. I found some parts a bit questionable or not clear enough; however, these are translations of old manuscripts that were unearthed much later, and in modern times. Many of these have pages/fragments missing, so these are not a complete account. Overall, these books have enriched my knowledge by offering historical perspective.
This year I have been in the mood for Autumn days. It is almost here, and I have enjoyed already a few crisp mornings, decorated a bit to enjoy the season, and collected a few veggies from the garden. Wild turkeys have been visiting, and I saw the first large flock of starlings flying by. This year, they did not stop here, but kept flying. I hope the next flock does; hundreds of starlings pecking on the grass is lovely to see. The birds are almost gone, and I have not seen a hummingbird in the past couple of weeks. A few leaves have fallen, and some trees are starting to change color. Nature is preparing for a new season. Just as in life, change is needed for a new season, even when transition might hurt. Rebirth always follows.
We are trying to finish a few projects that were scheduled for this year, and one of them was to fix the bottom part of the side entrance. Water accumulates when it rains, thus forming a puddle, and later on, it turns to mud. My husband worked on this project over the past weekend, and I love the result. One more item taken off the long list, and we are happy with that. There are still a few projects that were scheduled for this year but will have to wait until next year. We might be able to tackle one or two more, but not more than that. For the purpose of this post, and so that the reader can appreciate the before and after, I will share some pictures from the early days when we bought the old farmhouse showing that particular area as well.
The Process
First, my husband measured the area and built a frame, tested it, and later on, removed all the grass in that area and leveled the ground. Then, he attached and fixed the frame, poured cement, leveled the cement, scoured the sides, and let it set. It took a couple of days for it to dry. Last, he removed the wood frame, and cleaned the area. It was a simple process, but it took time. We decided to leave the steps the way they are now because they are in good condition, and so far, there is no need to redo them. We worked on these steps when we bought the place.
The Before
This was the condition of this area when we bought the old farmhouse. It’s been a long way. The two gargoyles go with me wherever I go.
One more project done on this old farmhouse. I hope that you enjoyed the pictures and reading about the process, and that it inspired you in some way.
The long list continues to be tackled one item at a time as time and money allows, and with the help of the Lord. This project has been waiting for a while, mostly because we were not sure of what to do with the steps, and what would be the best economical way to fix them. If you know anything about construction or masonry, you will know that this type of work is very expensive, and we did not want to spend a lot on these steps that were functional but needed some help. My husband came up with a good solution, as well as under budget.
When we first bought the old farmhouse, the steps were broken as well as the entire porch, so we decided to patch things up as best as possible and paint them. For the purpose of this post, I will share the steps/porch from the beginning so the reader can appreciate the development so far. Most important is that we are happy with the results, and I think that my husband did a great job at it. I did not work directly on this particular last project, only appreciated the process and took pictures.
Here is a photo of the early days, as it was when we bought the derelict farmhouse.
The porch and steps of the old farmhouse, as it was when we bought it. The cement was broken, well, everything was. (Photo by M.A.D.)
In order to move things along the way, we fixed the porch and steps as best we could and painted them. Here is a picture of what we did in the meantime.
We knew that we needed a more permanent solution, eventually. Here is where we are today, and the process my husband followed to level the steps and build new steps.
First, he measured and built the steps using cement, and tiles that we had bought from a builder but did not use in the house remodel. (Photo by M.A.D.)
This is what the steps look like once the cement has cured. The steps are thick and heavy.
He measured, leveled, and filled the old steps in order to place the new ones.
The final result. Eventually, we will have to fix the porch floor by adding slate, but that is another project in its own time.
In the meantime, I was admiring a gigantic but beautiful slug that I saw by the side entrance. The next project will be fixing that area a bit better.
I hope that you enjoyed this project and became inspired with a little DIY.
This is mostly a fun post, and one that lovers of classic cars might enjoy. Chatham’s August Car Cruise-In took place this past Saturday; an event that our community enjoys very much. Car enthusiasts and lovers come from many areas to enjoy this show. It takes place monthly during the summer. Main street is closed at some points, and people can enjoy an afternoon and early evening looking at these beauties as well as enjoy some delicious food from vendors. My husband, being a mechanic, was in heaven, and I as well; as a child I opted to play with cars over dolls. I took tons of photos; however, I will share a few of my favorites, but because I could not download them from my phone for some reason, I will be posting a picture from a picture, hence why these might not be as clear. I hope that you, fellow car lovers, enjoy these. Cars as the eye can see …
Engine Roar
It was very hard to pick a favorite among all these gorgeous cars, but one stood out.
My favorite of all.
And if I had to choose a favorite engine as well, it is this one.
I always keep an eye for new additions to my library, especially, if I am at an antique shop or a similar place where books are not a merchandise priority. I found a few old books at a Habitat for Humanity Re-store. It is a place that mesmerizes me because it is never the same, and there is not telling what you might find. If you are into giving materials a second chance, especially construction and home materials, you might like this place. The proceeds help in the construction of affordable homes for people via volunteers.
I am at the point where I don’t add too many books, just one here and there that will get my attention and cannot be resisted by many reasons: price, subject matter, or just appeal. At the Habitat for Humanity Re-store, I found three books that I could not let go even when I said that I am trying to make a dent on what’s on my shelves already. Besides, at fifty cents each I could not resist.
A Writer’s Reference by Diana Hacker/Nancy Sommers. Instructor edition, 7th edition.
Herbert presents, A Writer’s Reference 7th edition by Diana Hacker/Nancy Sommers (Photo by M.A.D.)
This one, I purchased for practical reasons. It is an instructor edition. It is divided by subject tabs: composing and revising, sentence style, word choice, and much more. It seems to be a free copy for instructors. As a writer, I will benefit from its content.
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Herbert presents, Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. 1937
The second book I found is a 1937 copy published by Random House, Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. It is a first printing by this publisher. This book was banned at some point, still banned today in some school districts due to many reasons such as misrepresentation of ethnic groups, language … It is in very good condition with yellowing of the pages, might be missing a dust jacket, but otherwise intact. How could I resist?
Better Than Gold, edited by Clinton T. Howell, third printing 1972
Better Than Gold, edited by Clinton T. Howell, third edition 1972. (Photo by M.A.D.)
Better Than Gold, edited by Clinton T. Howell, third edition 1972. (Photo by M.A.D.)
Better Than Gold, edited by Clinton T. Howell, third edition 1972. (Photo by M.A.D.)
The third selection is unusual, and what attracted me to it was its cover and title – Better Than Gold, edited by Clinton T. Howell, third edition 1972. It is bound in leather with a golden ribbon, and gilded lettering; overall, just gorgeous. Its pages and overall presentation are just divine. It contains a collection of poems and writings on various topics such as advice, age, death, faith, friendship, happiness, and much more. It is an inspirational book. Its pages were made to look aged and can only get better with the passing of time. The typography and design of the pages, including images of old English woodcuts, is breathtaking for sure. I am truly going to enjoy reading this one and turning its pages. Perfect read for the coming autumn.
When I collect a book, I don’t focus so much on monetary or future resale value from a collector’s point of view. Instead, its subject or title has to ring a bell, and be visually attractive as well. In the case of A Writer’s Reference, it was purely practical for me because writing is what I do, and that is one reference area that keeps growing and expanding in my library. The rest is purely a passion and a delight.
The garden just started to give its loveliness; we had a late start, but this autumn seems promising. Lettuce is all done by now, and so are the potatoes, and the blueberries. Carrots are on the way. We are awaiting the ripening of the grapes, but the deer have been busy around the vine. (Photo by M.A.D.)
The hummingbirds have been very busy this year. Since moving here, this is the year when I have seen more of them feeding. That is just wonderful. (Photo by M.A.D.)
The tail end of a black snake on the porch. One thing I have learned since I moved here is to look before I step outside. On one occasion, as I was stepping outside by the side entrance, I almost got rammed by a leaping deer running from barking dogs I heard at a distance. His companion followed. It missed me by a few inches. The scared couple flew through the air. I thank God that I did not step out a second before. (Photo by M.A.D.)
And here is the black beauty going about her day. (Photo by M.A.D.)
Mama Turkey and her darlings made another visit. They have grown fast, and now they are less likely to follow her in a straight line. They are adorable. (Photo by M.A.D.)
And of course, my lovely crows, for whom I named this place “Black Crow Cottage.” I have observed different families raising the babies this year (at least three families, that I could tell apart by the size of the babies). They have been nesting nearby in the back woods. At times, the families are near to each other teaching the babies how to forage for food. In this picture you can see Mama Crow to the left; she is larger. (Photo by M.A.D.)
I find myself at “that age,” when I finally feel that a bridge has been crossed, and the perspective from the other side of the bridge is very different from the side left behind. I can surely say that life takes a different meaning from that point of view. The things I wanted then are very different from the things I want now. One of “those things” that I have learned is to stop trying to “fix” people. What I thought in my younger years that people needed to hear, was not necessarily what needed to be said. Advice should not be given unless it is requested. Pretending to know what people need in their lives, how they should live or fix their problems, even when it is meant with a good heart, is wrong, especially when the advice isn’t requested. When we are young, we want to change the world and we might take that feeling and desire and translate it to offering wisdom from our “fresh” point of view, especially when the person is happy and satisfied with how a life is being lived. Why assume another person’s life is broken? Because it is not suitable to our standards? Why assume that our way is the only way, and the other person needs anything from us to be fulfilled, not left behind? Why “fix” their existence?
With age comes maturity. Many steps have been taken and the soles of one’s shoes are worn enough. I’ve stopped giving advice that is not solicited. I’ve stopped thinking that I have the right answer. I’ve learned that there is no need to prove a point, unless someone asks for my opinion. I’ve learned to love and shut up, to enjoy my way while accepting other people’s right to live their way without harming others, even when I don’t share their opinion of how they handle situations. There is a modern say, “You do you.” In a way, I understand it. It is not to say that I don’t care about what goes on, consequences, moral issues, the illnesses of a society … all of that is real, and needs to be addressed, first, in our life and circle, then by supporting the agencies that fight against the injustices and crimes committed in society, however, that is another subject, and very different from the topic of this article.
Crossing the bridge gave me a sense of peace and understanding of having been once at the other side. With peace comes understanding, with understanding, acceptance, with acceptance comes the realization that what I thought was good for me is not necessarily good for another in their own journey. Although many suggestions and opinions come from a place of love and genuine concern; however, it is not a “one fits all” reality. I might be hot-tempered at times, maybe somewhat opinionated, still dreaming of a better world, but no longer do I give or take unsolicited advice. The bridge has been crossed.
“Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye but do not notice the log that is in your own eye.”
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