Daddies Of Laddies and Little Girls....

  Is that one the bull, daddy?

This poem started 'percolating' yesterday morning
when I went to a neighboring farm for eggs.

 It appeared they were sold out when Farmer came out of the house
(with a little lad tightly at his heels)
offering to take my egg bowl and fill it from the barn...

...then I stopped by a local roadside stand to pick up some fresh baking

and another dad and his son were splitting wood together...

(the above roadside stand is open for the summer at 7123 Wellington Cty. Rd. 12

Friday and Sat. from 7:30a.m. till 8:00 p.m)

...then in the evening I caught of few precious shots of

Son-in-law explaining many 'why daddy'  things to his son 

such as 'the purpose of the bull is to make cows have baby calves'

how, daddy?...?...?

Happy Father's Day and thank-you to all dads

whatever stage of 'dadding' you are in ...

Oh, what a gift to have a dad who shows the kind of love

We tenderly envision from our Father up above

The dad of lad or little girl has quite a sacred role

Breadwinner for the body and the shepherd for the soul

Those small fellows that follow on the heels of daddies dear

Will soon reflect dear daddy by what laddies see and hear

God bless the dad who gives his all to try diligently

To be the kind of man he hopes his son turns out to be

…and be the kind of man he hopes in some sweet-dreaded ‘glim’

Will sweep his daughter of her feet because he is like him

God bless the dad of lad or little girl and gently guide

And grant them strength and wisdom for all that dads must provide

© Janet Martin

Your Common Sense...or Mine?

 If COVID-19 has revealed anything it's how very 

strongly we can disagree!

 ...granting all of us the opportunity to be a little humbler and kinder!

You say that you have common sense and I say you overreact

You think my common sense is strange; I say it is matter of fact

You tell me the right thing to do and I say absolutely NOT

You say more and I say less 

and you say no and I say yes

And we say what a noisy mess of diff’rences we’ve got

Some need to know ahead of time and some just wait and see

Some love white bread with butter; some live meat and gluten free

Variety, the spice of life can cause quite a kerfuffle

Unless we easy up a bit 

and settle down the dust of it

And sometimes just say nothing to save feathers we might ruffle

© Janet Martin


...inspired in part by some feathers strewn about the yard😏

Of Time We Have

Aha, it’s true; we have not always turned the other cheek

And kicked, rather than stooped to help the cast down or the weak

We’ve hurled stones; guilty then of equal or the greater sin

Ah, and we have failed to be kind; oh, where shall I begin

So then it seems to me we all are kindred sister-brother

And none has any merit save to simply love each other

Lest while we point out dust-flecks in a fellow-trav’ler’s eye

We miss the beam protruding from our forehead; my, oh, my

I wish we would remember when our fickle tempers flare

How much we need each other to be kind, and simply care

For in this journey forward not into but through the grave

We have so little time to make the most of time we have

© Janet Martin

Sweet, Sweet, Wonderful Joy

Facebook is filled with people sharing whatever it is that brings joy, 

because there’s something about joy that just makes us want to share it! 

Whether sparked by babies, berries, flowers, birds,bonfires, completed projects,

 birthdays, ice-cream, shiny truck, meals, music, celebrations, scenery, sunrise or set; 

(these just a few of the joys shared in my feed recently) the list is endless. 

I’ve come to the conclusion that joy is just too wonder-full not to share!

Trusty flare of morning sun

Fades the stars, unveils the lea

From the fount where mercies run

Brims fresh Joy waiting to be

Feel the kiss that God bestows

Darling little girl and boy

Beauty gilds myriad woes

Sorrow overflows with joy

Pause to prize the petal-plume

Let wonder its thrill impart

Feel joy’s flower burst to bloom

In the garden of the heart

Taste the moment Mercy grants

Who knows what today may bring

Treasure Pleasure’s song and dance

That only pure joy can sing

Find amidst the thorn, the rose

Pause because who knows how soon

Joy’s paradox must compose

A most mournful, somber tune

Aha, herein lies the shift

From love’s flood of blood-sweat-tears

Comes the precious, priceless gift

Of joy, sweet, sweet joy, my dears

My, what happiness joy fires

By God's kind mercies renewed

Joy, His holy joy inspires

Humble, glorious gratitude

© Janet Martin

A glimpse of some personal joys

of the past few days...

Freshly painted bathroom courtesy of Victoria

Who is the Paint Lady at the local hardware store

and thought some painting experience might be nice...

She chose the colour and chose well.

So refreshing to go from a dark purply-taupe to soft hint of sage green...

peonies popped,

 Garden goodness granting endless salad-creation opportunities...

Garden goodness granting grandchildren wonderlands...

(and no, after all these years garden-dirt still does not taste like chocolate)

Flowers, flowers, flowers...

 lovely laundry day...

Helping hands...after I reassured him it's not scary

and I snagged fleeing Grandsonny to show him what fun he could have

helping to turn Stale Crust Collection into casserole toppers and meatloaf-filler etc...

(this was after a clean-up when Brother informed me that Sister poop-ed, pronounced poopette!

Doesn't that 'ette' add a bit of daintiness to a completely undainty task?!) 😂😁

Grandson is going through a stage where every word ending in -ed is an extra syllable😊

Oh, SO much joy in bein' Gramma!

(there was a time when the word Gramma filled me with apprehension

with its older-age connotation...no more! Gramma or not, time will do its thing!)

NOW, hopefully by the end of today I will be feeling the joy that comes

from a thoroughly cleaned house!

I love our large open windows but dust from tractor-traffic going by

has added an extra unwanted grit-coating to floor and furniture!

And a verse as timely as ever...

When anxiety was great within me,
    your consolation brought me joy.

Psalm 94:19