Showing posts with label simple things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label simple things. Show all posts

Saturday, September 5, 2026

On Keeping Simpler Days Alive...


I LOVE simple things,
like bowls and baskets of freshly-picked garden-fare...







like the meals they make...



 like lines of clean laundry flapping in the breeze....


like puppies...


like almost dinner-plate-sized hibiscus...




The list really is endless, isn't it?!!

Sometimes we look back at the simpler way life used to seem
Where time has smoothed the bumps and twists and left a kind of dream
-world in its place; its weariness and brokenness forgot
As we trace precious yesterdays with sentimental thought

Sometimes we mourn Bygone's idyll of simpler, slower pace
And in life's seeming frantic quest for more, feel out of place
Forgetting for the moment, what remains no mystery;
To keep life's simpler days alive is up to you and me

Sometimes the wily ways of want seem to have seized control
Influencing a kind of pace that drains love of its soul
Too pushed to pause and let the beauty of creation awe
Too rushed to linger where progress does not enforce its law

Time's breadth of Day remains the same; twenty-four hour lease
The Word of God will never change; it leads in/to paths of peace
(For the unknown has always tried the hope and trust of hearts
Progress still cannot compensate for what God's Word imparts)

Sometimes we mourn the seeming loss of simpler yesteryears
Before technology seduced and enslaved eyes and ears
While just as it has always been, God's handiwork abounds
In evidence of He whose steadfast mercy still confounds

Sometimes it seems what mankind deems as progress, serves instead
To maim the mind, with chains designed to bind and leave for dead
But wisdom is still free for all to seek and find, if we
Remember what we leave behind is up to you and me
 (thank-you Wendell Berry)

The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world; this is still so
Dear mother, homemaker, remember this when you feel low
And quite forgotten in a world where VIP's  compete 
The charge of keeping simpler days alive is no small fete
  
The charge of keeping home fires burning is a high call
For happy home-sweet-home is surely the best wealth of all
Where simpler ways are praiseworthy, and blaze contentment's trail 
Where gratitude is still the key to joy that cannot fail 

The simpler days had their fair share of trouble's portion too
As wisdom's worth was then it is today, and all time through
We are the master of our choices just as They were then
And simpler days can still survive if we so choose. Amen

Janet Martin

Prov.2:1-8
My son, if you accept my words
and store up my commands within you,
2 turning your ear to wisdom
and applying your heart to understanding—
3 indeed, if you call out for insight
and cry aloud for understanding,
4 and if you look for it as for silver
and search for it as for hidden treasure,
5 then you will understand the fear of the Lord
and find the knowledge of God.
6 For the Lord gives wisdom;
from his mouth come knowledge and understanding.
7 He holds success in store for the upright,
he is a shield to those whose walk is blameless,
8 for he guards the course of the just
and protects the way of his faithful ones...

πŸ’—πŸ’™πŸ’šπŸ’›πŸ’œ

If you still have zucchini and you're not sure what to do with it
the casserole in the above photo is a quick, satisfying supper,
Esp. with a side of freshly sliced tomatoes
or garden-medley salad.
The pictured salad is simply a blend of Greek salad ingreds.
tossed with a light dressing...

Zucchini Casserole
3 eggs, 
1/4 cup olive oil
Whisk then add
1/2 cup flour
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
whisk till smooth then stir in
2 cups shredded zucchini 
1/2 cup thinly sliced onion
1/4 cup green pepper
1/4 cup finely chopped fresh parsley
1 finely chopped jalapeΓ±o pepper (optional)
1/2 -1 cup shredded cheddar cheese
1 cup (or desired amount) of meat 
such as cooked ham, bacon, sausage or pepperoni
(also optional)
Pour into a 9x13 or similar size casserole dish
Bake at 350 for 45 minutes

Monday, April 20, 2026

Hooray For Dear, Old-fashioned Things...

This poem/post is a week's worth of 'snaring' midst
much to do, such as spring cleaning, painting, plus
grandparenting pleasures and much more.
Here is a glimpse of this poem's unfolding...

(starting with a good, 'old-fashioned' unchangeable truth)
 Ps.90:2
Before the mountains were born  or you brought forth the whole world, 
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.

Thank God for fond, old-fashioned joys to treasure like fine art
For precious little girls and boys, carefree and pure in heart...
For picnic-parties...


Janet! What do you see?! called my next-door sweetie
 (her utterly-adorable smile hearted for privacy)


as she watched me take a picture of???...
and I drew her attention to the 'pretty pink trees!' or
The blushing hush as dusk tucks down earth's edge with heaven's sheen...



For bingo games (midst snooze) πŸ˜‚πŸ˜ 


As the next generation learns to read, spell, win and lose...


I like old-fashioned things, like pups...


Recently I was introduced by two eager youngsters,
 to their family's newest, heart-stealing member!
( No-o-oo!! I wailed, while laughing and completely smitten,
as I visualized all my garden footwear, gloves etc.
 disappearing from outside my back door...)


 and kittens...(a Saturday morning visitor! 
Child and kitty equally unsure of each other) 😍


Give me old-fashioned telephones with corkscrew-curly cords...


For warm handshakes



 and big, bear-hugs...




Hooray for dear old-fashioned things that stand the test of time
For the rapture a Baby brings, for silly nursery-rhyme
For warm handshakes and big, bear-hugs and pleasure of a poem
For laughter, loose tooth, lady bugs and cherished home-sweet-home

Thank God for fond, old-fashioned joys to treasure like fine art
For precious little girls and boys, carefree and pure in heart
For tasks galore, for coffee-breaks, for cup o' tea with friends
For learning to do what it takes with whatever life sends

For picnic-parties, taking turns, for bingo games (midst snooze) πŸ˜‚πŸ˜ 
As the next generation learns to read, spell, win and lose
For poufy clouds and baby chicks, for fresh mem'ries to trace 
For April's bag of weather-tricks to tame gardening 'race'
 
Give me the good, old-fashioned cheer of soulful, simple things
Of eyes to see and ears to hear Free-for-alls, fit for kings 
The blushing hush as dusk tucks down earth's edge with heaven's sheen
Spring's rushing, gushing brook, first brown, then gentle silver-green

I love life's sweet, old-fashioned things to kindle gratitude  
How morning after morning flings ajar mercy renewed  
The annual unbridled hymn of happiness that wakes
With every bud that starts to brim with every breath spring takes

...the aroma of grass and trees, rain-drenched and sunbeam-kissed
The awe of seed-sized ecstasies/majesties/mysteries only God can untwist
The gauzy bluesy-purple sheer soft-tossed where earth meets sky
Love's heartstrings that bind sisters near and death cannot untie
 
The trials we would never choose to teach us about prayer
The age-old ebb and flow that woos seasons from here to there 
While Time exacts its changeless ways with much it will estrange
While we learn to turn wants to praise for He who does not change 

I like old-fashioned things, like pups and kittens, bread  and cheese 
I like daisies and butter-cups, unchanged through centuries
I like the way the whole world greens after warm April show'rs 
While Housewife sings as she spring cleans and dreams of May's fair flow'rs

Give me the old-fashioned Foundation, Faith. Hope. Love. And then
To the Author of creation ascribe all praise. Amen
For nothing in this big old world is bigger, better than
He by whose hand time is unfurled ever since Time began 

I love the grand, old-fashioned hues of sunrise and sunset  
How mankind flocks to gaze at views only God can beget
And how He grants to every day, some beauty to behold
To cheer us on life's learning way of growing humbly old 

Give me old-fashioned telephones with corkscrew-curly cords
And books, fat with delicious poems and bread of wholesome words
Of truth, preserved on pages, pertinent as when first penned
Reaching across the ages like a dear and timeless friend 

Give me old-fashioned Sunday morning church; pews filled with tots
A pansy-planter for the porch; pools of forget-me-nots
Give me respect for good, old ways; like six works days, one rest  
Because the good in good old days is still healthy and best/blessed 

...and no matter what progress brings to try to steal the show
Hooray for dear old-fashioned things God alone can bestow
Like freckled noses, curly heads, or thrill of cows set free
After winter, to romp in meads as green as green can be... 

Janet Martin

I like the way the whole world greens after warm April show'rs...

 

While Housewife sings as she spring cleans and dreams of May's fair flow'rs


For poufy clouds...(still sneezing out a few flurries!)


and baby chicks...




Friday, February 28, 2025

A Give-Me Benediction

 And just like that February is over!!!


Don't you love the sound of a kettle whistling
the prelude to a cup-sized vacay?!!







Give me a kettle that whistles the lyrics
Preceding a cup-sized vacay
Give me a nook with a book and a window
To nurture a noon-getaway
Give me a morning, gold-polished with sunshine
And gladness for mercy renewed
Give me enough lack to keep me from nursing
A heart of ingratitude
Give me a child, innocent and eager,
Brimming with curiosity
Give me an ear that is always half-hearing
Snatches of untamed poetry
Give me the eye of Beholden Beholder
Where earth and sky glory abounds
Give me a cup, though its handle is broken
That joy over joy still confounds
Give me a will, not my own but contented
No matter what today brings
To trust the Giver whose Hand has oft mended
And tuned my oft off-key harp/heart-strings
Give me the goodness of grief-tutored chatter
Rich with mutual sympathy
Pleasureful cadence of voices and laughter
To frame in fond memory…
Give me love’s splendid delight, fierce yet tender
As season-tides rise and fall
Remind me when love cheers the charge of the duty
No task is too common or small
Give me the beauty of daylight departing
In backdrops of deep indigo
Give me a soul not afraid of the smarting
Waiting beyond every hello
Give me the kind of trust that kindles courage
Come whatsoever yet may
Give me a kettle that whistles the welcome
To a cup-sized holiday

© Janet Martin

Give me the eye of Beholden Beholder
Where earth and sky glory abounds...





Give me a nook with a book and a window...



Friday, January 24, 2025

Stick your Nose Into a Tulip...(and other simple pleasures)

A week ago my cousin gifted me this midwinter splash of spring...
the initial inspiration for today's poem


For a taste of spring, when it's not!
and other simple pleasures...

Stick your nose into a tulip...


Sip some lemon-spritzed delight...


Page through gardens, picture-perfect
Waiting while the world blooms white...




Take a 'tropical' vacation
Via pages in a book...








Dream a summer celebration/destination
On the bank of frozen brook


Stick your nose into a tulip
Sip some lemon-spritzed delight
Page through gardens, picture-perfect
Waiting while the world blooms white

Take a tropical vacation
Via pages in a book
Dream a summer celebration
On the bank of frozen brook

Make the most of words like 'cozy'
Before tasks of sweat-and-till
Unearth work gloves resting easy
For a little longer, still

Stoke home-fires with thanksgiving
Thank God for warm, fuzzy socks
Say a prayer for people living
Under bridges in a boxπŸ™πŸ’”

Be content to sing and putter
Make a decadent dessert
(never mind the extra butter) πŸ˜‰πŸ˜…
A few winter treats won't hurt 

Chuckle at the chubby junco
Watch the birds without a clock
Dictating strict marching orders
With nothing but tick and tock

Pour a second 'second coffee'
Mindful of a subtle string
Drawing winter, like a tugboat 
Closer and closer to spring

Tromp/ski through snow-swaddled creation
With an ear tuned to a clime
Where green and violet arrangements
Will emerge in perfect time

Though the sunshine, brief and sallow
Cannot melt the snowy strand
We know soon its warmer yellow  
Will trump Old Man Winter's hand

 So, stick your nose in a tulip
Sip some lemon-sparkly bliss
Page through gardens, picture-perfect
While the sun fine-tunes her kiss

Janet Martin

Pour a second 'second coffee'...




Chuckle at the chubby junco...


Watch the birds without a clock...








Lyrics 
Song by Keith & Kristyn Getty
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love;
Too vast and astounding to tell.
Forever existing in worlds above,
Now offered and given to all.
Oh fountain of beauty eternal;
The Father, the Spirit, the Son.
Sufficient and endlessly generous:
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.
Creation is brimming with thankfulness,
The mountains, exultant they stand;
The seasons rejoice in Your faithfulness,
All life is sustained by Your hand.
You crown every meadow with color;
You paint every shade in the sky;
Each day the dawn wakes as an encore of
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.
How great, how sure;
His love endures forevermore.
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.
What grace, that You entered our brokenness;
You came in the fullness of time.
How far we had fallen from righteousness,
But not from the mercies of Christ.
Your cross is our door to redemption;
Your death is our fullness of life.
That day, how forgiveness flowed as a flood:
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.
How great, how sure;
His love endures forevermore.
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.
United in Your resurrection,
You lift us to infinite heights.
Could anything sever or take us from
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.
How great, how sure;
His love endures forevermore.
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.