Cody happily asked me to categorize people in soil types this evening after our bedtime reading of the parable of the sower. "That's Dad!" he yelled after a review of one category. "There I am," he said about the thin soil description. I enjoy that Jesus made it quite obvious of our location on the sower's seed-scattering path. It's a parable that clearly tells us to "Quit it!' if we have too many thorny worries, or to stop being superficially delighted only in God's message. It tells us to press on towards the dark loamy nutrient-full soil which produces the fruit of paradise for others to taste, for ourselves to joyfully experience. All it seems to take is full and endearing reception of the seed, an obedience to the sun and rain, and a thrilling upward unwinding towards fruition.
My son seemed to take this passage as a movement of becoming. I liked that.

Last year, she showed me her prom pictures taken at her grand- mother's. This year, she's supposed to bring the boyfriend by. I've been pacing. I bought her dress last month, shoes today, and I even made her this wrist corsage. She says she'll be here.

I made her date's boutanier (sp!) also. If you have one flower in your garden, you must have false indigo. It's a lovely cut flower and in an arrangement with roses (when they've not been frozen away). They were perfect for today's prom. Statice from an old flower bouquet outlines it. This will go on her wrist. I await!

our wild knight's festival