Truth And Love

When you say sorry is it real, is it the truth or just another lie
You say I love you but then walk away without saying Good bye
Does it matter the pain I have felt or the tears I cry

Truth has to a part of love for it to be real
Lies only tear love apart, it breaks the deal
How do I know what in truth  you really feel

How can I know who you are when you won't be honest with me
How can I know the truth when all you have done was to deceive
Whenever I have tried to hope for change,  you leave

Then somehow I am the one who is wrong
And for others I have to stay strong
I have hurt for so very long

When do I heal, will I heal
When is the love you say you feel...
When when when is it really real

When do my dreams come true
When all I hoped for disappears with the dew
Having to start all anew

Remember real love looks beyond its own wants and needs
It will help others and hope for others to succeed
Remember real love is shown by word and deed

Love is truth not lies
Love last longer than the length of the skies
Love is true and real and never dies

Kindergarten Celebration: Gabrielle is Moving on up to the First Grade

 This is Gabrielle's Celebration moving from Kindergarten to the First Grade.  She is in a class with 3 year old up through 5 years old. It is a Montessori style classroom. She did exceptionally well.  She is one smart little girl.  We are very very proud of her.

 Lessons are done very hands on at the pace of the child's ability to learn and grasp the concept being presented.  Gabrielle here is showing how she does her lessons.

Here with her little sister she demonstrates another aspect of Montessori, older children helping younger students through their lessons. Rosie although only 2 fit right in and joined the learning process.

Sisters working together work together sorting coins.

Waving with a big smile and grin.  We will be doing Montessori also in the First grade. After the students showed their parents how they did their lessons and read them the books they had made, we watched a cd picture slide show of the year.  Can't wait for a copy of that cd. :D They grow up soooo fast, too fast actually.

Picking Berries

This was a day we went berry (dewberry and blackberry) picking in our yard. They grow wild. Little Rosie above was our official taste tester and unofficial task master of work-holding her stick pointing as if to say, "Get back to work picking those berries for me, there are some right over there. " Not sure how many of the ones she picked made it to the bowl. She had evidence all over her on how hard she worked. But she sure did enjoy the fruits of her labor.

Here older siblings Joshua and Gabrielle show her how it is done or are they just following orders? :D Joshua looks very intent at the berries he picked in his hands as if contemplating whether to add them to the bowl or eat them. MMMMMM...they sure look good and so they were.

Checking what is in the bowl. And what a bounty we had. A total of 5 cups. And there could have been more but we avoided the last patch as the kids were pretty done with picking and I was worried that I had seen a black widow's web in among the berries. And with 3 lil ones to keep track of it made me a bit nervous so we passed those ones by and left them for the wild life in our yard to enjoy.

Not only were berries found that day but Joshua, I think was more excited by the snake skin he found. From head to tail. Put it in a plastic bag for safe keeping. Oh the wonders of nature. And we have a lot to enjoy and explore that is for sure.

Some WildThings In MyYard

These are the dewberries from our yard. We also have blackberries which to me look exactly the same except for the plant it grows on looks different. This is wild and seems to take over our yard. It is really prickly. But everyone is really excited to eat these first fresh fruits from our yard.




Here is a blueberry bush my husband planted a few years ago. Last year there were just a few blueberries but this year it seems to be loaded. MMMMM....maybe some blueberry pancakes are in the future.



This is a wild rose bush in our yard next to the woods behind the shop. I think it is called a Rambling rose, well that would be my guess. It is such a beautiful little rose. It does better than the ones I have planted. Wish I knew the secret of these wild ones so that my planted ones would look so good and healthy, loaded with blooms. Such a sweet sight.

Needs to Fly

A bird needs to fly
Where and how high?
How with broken wings?
Hear with her pretty voice as she sings
Let me fly, she says, let me try
Were will you go and how high?
How will you fly with broken wings says I
I don't know, she says, but let me try
I need to go, I need to fly
You can, says I, when your wings heal
Be patient, the time will come when the wind is what you will feel



A mother's poem to her daughter

A Mother's Heart

A Mother's Heart

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Thursday, October 29, 2009 at 7:59pm | Edit Note | Delete

I love you is easier to say harder to show
Maybe one day a mother's heart you will know
I let you go, I gave you your freedom
I watched as you walked away from God's Kingdom
I gave my heart and soul more than you will ever know
Maybe one day a mother's heart you will know
I watched as this world stole you away
Breaking a mother's heart having no say
I watched as wickedness worked its way in
A mother's love never stops, there is no end
You walked away from a mother's heart
Now in pieces, torn all apart
But still it beats its love for a lost child
Who is lost in the world wicked and wild
Maybe a mother's heart one day you will know
I love you is easier to say harder to show
I wait for my prodigal child to return
Maybe then Jehovah's ways you will be willing to learn
True love is real it does what is right
No matter how hard the fight
No matter the personal cost
Real love holds a light for those lost
To help them find their way
That there is hope with each new day
The way back is open
A mother's heart is always hopin'
A mother's heart will long and yearn
To see her lost child(ren) return
I love you is easier to say and harder to show
Maybe one day a mother's heat you will know
A mother's heart will beat true
And will always love you

Dream Lost

There is a cost
When a dream is lost
A child born
A dream sworn
Dreams come to an end
To the reality bend
For many reality is sweet
When first the dream you meet
But then for a few
Is a different reality without a clue
Dreams can be bittersweet
The child who is a little incomplete
For these dreams the price is high
This reality the wish to deny
Reach for the hope beyond
With in this reality carry on
The dream lost in reality
But a precious child true to see
A child is real
A bond seal
With reality is the reward
With hope go onward and forward
Let go and let the dream be lost
Into the reality crossed
This is where to begin
Accept the child and win
A dream is lost
Reality is the cost