Guessing Game

Last Sunday night our church did its annual "Guess Who's Coming For Supper" event. This year we were guests instead of hosts. In the morning at church we received the address of our hosts and in the evening we showed up at their door, along with three other guests. Our hosts prepared supper for six people but they didn't know who those guests would be until we arrived. We were delighted to be sent to the home of my niece and her husband. It was my guess that Colin & Trish would be excellent cooks and hosts. I guessed right!

In Awesome Wonder

When the preacher tells the story of Noah in his Sunday morning message and goes on a dinosaur trail instead of a bunny trail, everyone's interest is piqued. And, if you're little and uninhibited enough, you can go right up to the pulpit after church and continue the wonder.

Coldest Night

Last night these two pals joined some of their youth group in Team Trinity on a 12-km walk on the streets of Kitchener-Waterloo to help raise funds for homeless people. This year the event did not live up to its name as in falling on the actual coldest night of the year. The outside temperature decreased considerably, though, from last week's mildness and a very brisk wind even whipped up some snow, making the walk environment more seasonable. It's good to remember that anyone can help the homeless anytime of the year, in any weather.

End of the Tunnel

At the end of the winter tunnel (do the rings mark the days?) there will be an orchard coming alive, God willing. We're still in February, but I can already see the light!

Maple Memories

A stroll through the woods in the mild weather of this week brought back "sappy" memories for me. The matted mess of fallen leaves on the ground, the stand of maples all around, the tittering of  chickadees overhead, the smell of wintered air hung out to dry... One thing was missing, though. I didn't hear the drip, drip of the sap hitting the bottom of the plastic ice cream buckets like I did in my childhood making-maple-syrup experience. Still, the trip back memory trail was sweet.

Springing Forth

These little lovelies in Mom Martin's flowerbed are called snowdrops, likely because of their ability to push right up through the snow in their eagerness to show their blooms. After the record-breaking warm temperatures in our region this week, there aren't any more drops of snow for the snowdrops to pop through.  

Sew and Tell

I really enjoyed seeing my Mom-in-law's latest project when I was at her house for tea this morning. She is piecing a Twenty-five Patch quilt, using fabric scraps left over from sewing dresses for her daughters and herself. She's good with her hands, my mom-in-law is. (And can she make a mean lemon muffin!)