2024 JANUARY & FEBRUARY WALKER NEWSLETTER

 

Hello!

The New Year has come and gone already, and we finally got some snow here on the mountain. Now it is halfway through February and the temperature continues to fluctuate up and down.  I noticed some of my daffodils poking their heads out of the ground already.  Spring is coming- joys- but winter is not finished yet.

Our place has a new look. The local electric company came and cut down all the birch trees on the one side of our driveway. The little two-foot twigs I had planted years ago now were over 60 feet tall. A lot of huge branches were falling and in danger of landing on the main electrical wire to our house. It was quite the job and took most of the day. We want to cut down the birch trees on the other side as well.  Right now, there are huge logs and branches covering up my formal garden needing to be cut up before spring gets here.  There is never a shortage of things needing to get done.

Towards the end of January, my granddaughter, Annette, her husband, Curtis, and my great granddaughter, Ellie, came up to visit.  It was a joy to hold the little Miss again. She's growing, cooing, and looking all around at her new world.

I have kept busy keeping water in the duck and hen houses, breaking ice in the buckets outside, making sure there is plenty of feed, and spreading more straw to keep the animals warm and comfy during cold days.

Dwight has kept the woodstove going and stocking wood. We are grateful for the wood fires on frigid days to warm our bones and keep the house cozy. I love baking and making large pots of soup on cold winter days.

I unloaded the back closet and plan to get painting it this week. As usual I am behind of where I'd like to be, but thankful for each day I can be up and get around.  One week, my hip acted up and I had to use a cane to get around. You would think I was an old lady, huh? The cold temperatures are hard on Dwight's ankles and joints as well. One day when we both were limping around, I said a body would think we were old folk in a nursing home.

Dwight took me this week to the hematologist for my high iron. She did a bunch of blood work, wants me to get an ultrasound of my liver, and other tests to try and pinpoint exactly what is going on. I've got an appointment for a rheumatologist as well. I tried to donate blood to the Red Cross when they were in town but when my finger stick kept bleeding and they found out about hemophilia, they wouldn't touch me. After all the tests come back and if nothing else shows up, the hematologist wants me to come in and have them draw off blood each month and see if my iron will get down to normal.  Meanwhile, I shall continue eating beans which helps and work up a sweat as much as possible under Dwight’s watchful eye. I am praying for a healing touch as I don’t want to have to go on another medication. Won’t it be grand when we get a glorified body and don’t have to worry about these earthly bodies acting up every time you turn around?

Keep praying for my daughter, Dawn, and her family in the Philippines.  They have been battling sickness that is going around.  Also due to the dry weather their well has run dry so they are toting water and having to do the wash by hand again.  We thank the Lord for all the doors He has opened for them in spreading the gospel on their island.

Take care on your end!

Dorcas

OCTOBER and NOVEMBER WALKER NEWSLETTER

 

Hello!

Thanksgiving is right around the corner, and I have lots to be thankful for.

The biggest thanks this year is for the safe delivery of my great granddaughter, Ellen Joy, who was born by c-section on the 7th of this month weighing 8 lbs and 8 oz, almost two weeks early.  Miss Ellie was breech so the doctor decided to try and turn her only to discover that her heart rate was off.  When the c-section, was done, they discovered the cord wrapped around her tiny neck three times! God certainly worked everything out.  Next week, Dwight and I are going down to Nashville to see the little Miss. I can't wait.

Another thing I'm grateful for is the safe travels for Dawn and Katie during the two days of flying back from the Philippines. It's hard to wrap my head around the idea of my daughter, Dawn, being a grandmother. Meanwhile Randy- who a couple weeks ago was in the hospital on antibiotic IVs for a problem that suddenly flared up but is now doing OK- and William are holding down the fort doing all the services back in the Philippines while Dawn and Katie are over here for two weeks.

I've never been one to worry about getting older, but this year in the beginning I dreaded the thought turning 65 this month after Thanksgiving because that was how old my mother was when she died.  Also, I would now be older than Dana, who died at 64- something I never imagined happening as he was two years older than me- as well as being older than my brother, who died a year ago at 64 too.  Then lo and behold, I was told the news of Annette expecting a couple weeks before my birthday and suddenly, where the Bible talks about God turning our mourning into joy, it became a reality for me. What is more joyful than a newborn baby girl?  And to get to be with Dawn and Katie this Thanksgiving is icing on the cake. This birthday will always be a reminder of how God works miracles in our lives- even through dark times.

The last two months have been up and down physically for me again. I finished sewing the beige summer chair covers in my living room the end of Sept, harvested mint and raspberry leaves, collected flower seeds, and harvested all the green tomatoes left on the vines before the temp dropped to freezing. I also have worked on my shade gardens transplanting ferns and planting spring bulbs. Between begin down with the cold/flu for a miserable couple of weeks, along with some down days when my pain levels rose due to the cold weather, I winterized the duck and henhouses with straw and leaves, put leaves in the duck pen as well, filled buckets with sticks for kindling, mulched all my roses for winter, and cleaned out the back end of the woodshed, which was quite the project that had been needing done for a couple of years now.

I still need to winterize the beehive and my garden plots yet before it gets too cold to be working outside. For some reason work always manages to stick around.

You know me, and how my mind is always buzzing with ideas, well after Dawn and her family went back to the Philippines, Katie was on my mind. I had hoped to get her started with piano lessons when they were back here this summer, but it didn’t work out. Every week, when I’d give piano lessons to my two girls, I always thought of Katie, wishing I could sit her on my piano bench too. One evening, when I was talking to Dawn (it’s her morning) and she was telling me about Katie beginning her next school year, I got a brainstorm. Dawn doesn’t have time or the patience to give Katie piano lessons- she had someone else give piano lessons to Annette and William. Now that Katie is older, she is able to do most of her home-school work by herself.  I thought, why not somehow mail piano lessons to Katie where she could learn how to play the piano by herself too?  If Katie didn’t understand something in a lesson, Dawn could always explain or show her on their keyboard.

So, for a couple of months, I spent hours on my computer every week typing, photocopying examples, and explaining piano lessons- the way I do with my piano students in person.  Then I wrote songs to play.  I put three lessons in one envelope and sent out four batches by the end of Aug for a total of twelve lessons.  So far six piano lessons have made it to the Philippines. Say a prayer that the rest will make it too. Next, I got a notebook and plastic sheet covers for the copied hymns out of the piano course that I began with Dawn and always use. I punched holes in the first twelve piano lessons so that Katie can put in the notebook too. Originally, I was going to copy from the old piano course that I thought Dawn had given me back, but instead had ended up somewhere with their things in storage.

I told my two piano students how I was making and sending piano lessons to my granddaughter in the Philippines and asked if they (my first girl is in the second piano book and the second girl is in the first book) would be willing to let me copy some of the songs out of their piano books. They both said “yes” thrilled at the idea of copies of their piano songs going around the world.  In fact, my youngest student’s grandmother offered and copied off her granddaughter’s songs for me.  Then I took a picture of both of the girls at the piano with their piano books and put it on the first page in the notebook telling Katie about my two piano students and how they let me copy piano songs for her. I got the notebook ready with the Christmas gifts to go in the box that is to arrive in the Philippines for Dawn and her family in time for Christmas.  That way Katie can keep doing piano lessons until they come back home next summer.  Like they say, where there is a will, there is a way, and this grandma wants to make sure that Katie has the chance to learn to play the piano like her great grandma, grandma, mother, and older sister does.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving season on your end!

Dorcas

 

AUGUST & SEPTEMBER WALKER NEWSLETTER 2023

 

Hello!

Another month and a half have passed since I sent out the last newsletter.

The ground is dry and dusty from the dog days of summer as we head into autumn.  We are still picking a few green beans, peppers, and tomatoes from the garden. Not only did the crazy hard freezes from this spring kill the azalea, most of the lilacs, and wisteria blooms this year, but it also killed the young grapes beginning to form on the vines. For the first time that I can remember there are no grapes.  Thankfully, the last summer roses continue to bloom as the autumn clematis perfumes the air.

I finished drying the rest of the apples that turned into quite a chore.

We traveled to Annette's baby shower in Nashville on a stormy day.  The rain pounded down so hard it was hard to see. I was glad that Dwight was the one behind the wheel.  Twice we had to go into the other lane where the road was flooded over to get through. Then as the baby shower was coming to an end, everyone began getting alerts on their phones about a tornado heading to Nashville.  So, everyone stayed later than planned due to the bad storm.  Annette got a lot of lovely baby gifts, and we had a great time together, but it is one baby shower that I don't think anyone will forget about soon. The next day I went shopping with Dawn and Annette as she finished getting the rest of the stuff on her list for the baby.

It was hard to say good-bye to Dawn and her family not knowing how long it will be until we see them again. Dawn, Randy, William, and Katie flew out Tues from Nashville and I was quite relieved when the news came that they had safely made it to their Philippine Island Thursday morning. Thankfully, they have adjusted a lot better with the complete change in time and days going back than they did coming here. The folk were so excited to see Dawn and her family again and their church and children attendance has increased. Meanwhile, Katie has begun her school year of home-schooling.

As I said last time, I was doing great and able to do things like before my shoulder acted up when I fell the first of the year. Well don't you know it, the very week Dawn left, I fell. I was carrying two potted plants out to my back yard as we had turned the air conditioning on. I ended up tripping over some ivy that I love growing along the ground and up some of the trees that unfortunately has spread into the path. One minute I was on my feet and the next, before I could catch my balance or flip my body, I was flying through the air landing on my right shoulder and hip with the plants flying everywhere. Talk about a mess!

I ended up in the recliner again with ice packs on my hip and right shoulder, but after two days my rotator cuff muscle- that I had previously damaged- was doing OK.  I gave a huge sigh of relief.

Two weeks later, one morning, I picked green beans- like I had been doing the previous weeks- and weeded some areas really pushing myself in the heat.  Everything would have been OK, but the very next day I went grocery shopping, and it was pouring rain. In my defense, it had been three months since I was down with my right shoulder bleeding internally, so I thought I was completely out of the woods. I held my umbrella in my left hand while I loaded gallon jugs of milk, vinegar, etc. along with bags of cans with my right hand into the trunk hurrying to get out of the rain as quickly as possible. That night, my shoulder started hurting with the pain intensifying unlike when the rotator cuff muscle hurts. I immediately got ice packs, took pain meds, and settled myself back in the recliner. The next day and the next it was no better- waking up a couple of times in the night due to the pain. After eleven days my pain decreased enough where I cut back half on the pain meds, and I was able to be up and around more with my sling.  Then, wouldn’t you know it, my shoulder pain shot up again after carrying gallon jugs of water for the animals until I woke up in agony where nothing helped.

Dwight called the hemophilia clinic and he drove me down two-and-one-half hours the next day to see the hematologist. To make the trip, I propped myself on pillows, lying down in the back seat, dozing off and on from being up the night before. At the clinic, blood was taken for more tests and x-rays done to make sure that my rotator cuff wasn’t torn, my shoulder fractured, or a bone chipped. The hematologist wanted me to come back the next week, but I stayed home as my clotting time was up enough that I wouldn’t be given factor, and I was already doing everything they recommended. Dwight agreed as traveling only aggravates an internal bleed.

So went the month of August. Meanwhile, dear Dwight has filled in the slack.  He not only cooked, washed dishes, baked, cleaned, hung up wash, folded clothes, went to town, paid bills, picked up prescriptions, and braided my hair, but I had- before all this happened- bought a bushel of tomatoes, ordered beans to can, and more tomatoes. Although Dwight doesn’t even like tomato juice, he manfully chopped up what I needed and helped me make and can tomato juice twice and along with green beans. I told him he would definitely get an extra star in his crown for helping me with the tomato juice.  Dwight has though, I have to confess, become quite bossy and particular about me using my right hand even in a sling. Every time I turn around, Dwight is telling me no, I can’t do that- acting like I am some decrepit person living in a nursing home. My pastor and daughter both told me that I needed to listen to Dwight- nothing like everyone ganging up on me. Dawn was so impressed with how well her brother was turning out to be a housewife that she said instead of the “pioneer woman” line; Dwight could start a “pioneer man” brand instead.

Thankfully, to save my sanity and Dwight’s, the beginning of this month I was able to cut my pain meds in half and finally could sleep through the night. What a blessing!  I am trying to be good; I promise. I am so tired of living in the recliner and popping pills.  My fingers itch to get out in the garden and into the dirt. Meanwhile, I am able to wash dishes and cook more. I have taken walks in the woods to help regain strength and snuck out to the garden- don’t tell Dwight- to collect and save flower seeds.  I enjoy rocking in my chair on the front porch, observing, and taking care of the birds.  I am blessed to have such a wonderful son that helps and watches over me- even to the point of spying on me when I am innocently rocking on the porch enjoying the hens and ducks in the yard to make sure that I am not doing something I’m not supposed to be.  I feel like I have turned into quite the lazy person, but the year isn’t over yet.

Until next time~ Dorcas

NOVEMBER WALKER NEWSLETTER 2022

 

Hello!

Winter has arrived here on the mountain with a few snow flurries and lots of cold weather- some days barely getting out of the 30's and down in the low 20's at night. For a couple of weeks we had some warm 70 degree weather days when suddenly the temperature nosedived one afternoon.  Now having 50 degrees would seem like a heat wave. So, we are staying busy keeping our wood-stoves going. There is nothing like a crackling fire to warm one's bones on frigid days. Outside the world looks bleak with barren trees and the last of the hardy blooming flowers gone.  It makes one very thankful to have a warm cozy house.

The last few weeks, we raced around gathering buckets of branches for kindling and helping to stack pickup loads of wood with Dwight under the carport. Every sunny warm day found me with a paint brush or spray can of paint.  I painted the back step railing, bluebird houses on the fence, and trellis seats Dana made years ago in the enclosed garden.  I sprayed pinecones for wreaths and anything else I had forgotten that needed a touch of paint. I was hoping to get the arches and inside fence painted in the enclosed garden but ran out of time as I am much slower than I'd like.

I've also been collecting seeds from the garden to save for next year. There is always something fascinating to me about saving seeds to store back. It's amazing how one tiny seed can produce gorgeous flowers and veggies that in return make oodles of other seeds.  I also planted more bulbs to come up in the spring- one never can have too many flowers- and transplanted and divided other plants. I trimmed around the trees in the yard for a finishing touch and put up chicken wire around the spots where I am trying to get some shade gardens going where the trees are too close for Dwight to mow.  For some reason the ducks and chickens seem to think that the hostas, ferns, and other shade plants are a ducky and chicky salad bar grown for them and just when my shade gardens begin to take off they eat everything down to the ground. So, I am duck and chicken proofing my shade gardens for next year.

I also put out heating water bowls and buckets in the duck and henhouse and for Tex. Dwight rigged up a heating pad in the doghouse for Tex as for some reason he is allergic to straw like we always did before to keep him warm through the winter. I've closed up the beehive for the winter as well.  During the last warm days they were really going through the sugar water to finish filling up the last of the frames with honey to live on this winter.  The Canadian geese are arriving from up North for the winter and the birds that haven't migrated South are keeping me busy filling up the bird feeders.

Sending lots of Thanksgiving wishes for a blessed Thanksgiving season from my house to yours~

Dorcas

OCTOBER 2022 WALKER NEWSLETTER

 

Hello!

Autumn is in full force here in the TN mountains bringing cold nights and frosty mornings with chilly days. The leaves have already flaunted bright colors of red, orange, and yellow at their height of glory- now slowly fading and dropping down to the earth to make a crunchy carpet underfoot. Winds whip the treetops sending acorns falling to the earth like mini pellets scattering everywhere. While the squirrels race around hiding nuts for the winter, I am busy trying to finish outdoor chores before it gets too cold to work outside. As usual, I am running behind on everything I'd like to get done.

Meanwhile all kinds of daisies, purple asters, marigolds, zinnias, and mums are blooming as the graceful yellow goldenrod stands tall among them. A few hardy roses unfurl their last delicate petals for the year.

The garden as well is finished for the year for me as I've not planted any fall crops after harvesting the mini pumpkins I planted. I plan on mucking out the duck and hen houses to put on my garden beds so I can lay new straw down for the winter. I've already tacked down plastic over the windows to hold in warmth for the ducks and hens at night and cleaned out all the cobwebs.

Each sunny warm day has found me busy painting the mailbox, wooden rocking chair in the sun/mud room, plant stands, the back steps going down into my enclosed garden and the workshop steps. I also painted the sun/mud room walls.

I did up a last batch of nineteen quarts of tomato juice and eight quarts of tomatoes to finish filling up the pantry. I always love seeing full jars on the shelves.

Before Stacy and her family arrived, I picked up branches and burned a pile of briars that I cleaned out along the hedgerow etc while indoors I did a major cleaning throughout the house that was long overdue.  The temperature dropped sharply so I ended up having to bring all my hanging and  house plants indoors too that I had hoped to wait until later as it entailed washing windows and sills.

It was such a joy to see Stacy, Justin, and meet Theo and Mae for the first time. What fun having small children once more in the house.  It had been years since I last saw Justin's father, Jeff, who I was in school with, and Rachel. Theo and Mae were excited to gather eggs, smash acorns, and play after another long day of traveling. All too soon we had to say good-bye.

Dwight got the sink installed in the kitchen- what joy- and I was finally able to put everything back underneath and clear off the dining room table in time to make a meal for Stacy and her family. I feel so blessed to be able to cook and bake in my new brighter/lighter kitchen especially as the days grow shorter each week.

Due to the very wet summer we had, the beehive closest to the hedgerow along the property that was in more shade, I was saddened to discover that moths had taken over and all the bees had died. So I dismantled the beehive and cleaned off all the boards storing it in the workshop until spring.  Meanwhile, thankfully, the other beehive is going strong. I’ve been feeding them sugar water as the flowers die out and there isn’t a large source of nectar for them to get. I plan in the spring to use this beehive to start another brood for the empty one.

God has been so good to help, watch over, guide, and take care of us in the year since Dana died. It has been a big adjustment, but He has been there every step of the way. I’m grateful each day for the strength He gives me and I have Dwight to keep an eye on me to make sure that I behave and not go too wild. There still is a lot to get done indoors that will keep me busy this winter.

So until next month- take care on your end and stay warm!

Dorcas

 

AUGUST & SEPTEMBER WALKER NEWSLETTER

Hello!

Two months have already passed by again, but I am still alive and kicking.

If I don't get something out, I soon will have a book.

You can feel autumn in the air with the cooler nights breaking up the humidity- a welcome relief. Even though the leaves haven't turned yet, some are falling to the ground. August and September are the months where not a lot of flowers are blooming as the summer ones are all about gone and the fall ones are getting ready to start. I'm still picking some green beans and tomatoes from the garden.  The raspberries, blackberries, and grapes are over.

 I've canned 13 quarts of pickled beets, 28 quarts of green beans, 18 quarts of tomato juice, and froze 14 quarts of corn. I made 7 pints of grape jelly, 3 pints of plum jelly, and 3 pints of three berry (raspberry, blackberry, & grape) jelly.

In July, I checked my beehives later in the day as I forgot to earlier due to when we'd finally would have a sunny day, I'd be busy hanging out wash, harvesting veggies in the garden, working outside etc. I got swarmed and some bees managed to get under my hat & netting stinging me six times on my throat, which immediately began swelling.  I took Benadryl and put ice on my throat.  It was quite the painful experience and part of the hazard of keeping bees.  Thankfully, by the next day the swelling was under control.

My duck house large water barrel level kept going way down despite all the rain, so checking things out, I realized the gutter to catch the water that Dana had put up years ago was draining the other way. All it needed was a post put underneath to raise the sloping side up.  A fifteen-minute job surely.  I found my wooden post, but it needed cut and was too long for me to handle so I asked Dwight for help. That's when I had a hand on experience of how differently guys and girls think. Instead of simply cutting the top off, Dwight got the "brainstorm" of cutting it part way through so the gutter could rest on part of it- to stabilize it was what I was told. No problem. I had carefully measured the correct height with a tape measure, but of course Dwight didn't take my word for it. Instead, he made a mark on the wooden post. Lo and behold, the post with its nifty cut- out spot ended up about three inches short. So, while Dwight worked on raising the gutter and positioning the post, I scrambled around to find some large flat rocks to put underneath the post. An hour and a half later the job was finally done.

After two years, Dwight was finally able to finish putting on the rest of the metal roof. I am very thankful as now I don't have to worry about any leaks when it rains, and the dark blue metal looks so lovely with my yellow house. It really took it out of Dwight- it was amazing that he was able to do it all by himself- so he was down for some weeks afterwards as he really pushed it. So, my sink and the rest of the countertop still need to get installed. Dwight plans on working on it this next week. I got my lilac floral kitchen border up and painted my kitchen stools a lovely purple to match. I even was debating on painting the large black coffee machine- I’m a tea drinker- purple too when Dwight got the “inspiration” of building a mini coffee station right inside the pantry door wall.

I finally finished trimming all my hedges and overgrown enclosed garden but keep having a left hand/thumb bleeds off and on now for over two months now whenever I use my hand much.

I rode down to Nashville to the Hemophilia center with Dwight the other week, who was having a knee bleed, and stayed with my granddaughter, Annette, while Dwight was at his yearly comprehensive clinic. It was great getting to visit with her and Curtis for part of a day.  We also took wrapped Christmas presents- nothing like trying to buy and wrap Christmas presents in the middle of August- so that everything could get sent out by the end of August in order to reach Dawn and Randy by Christmas.  I packed some Christmas decorations- that I scrounged around for up in the hot attic- as it’s hard to say what will even be available over there in the Philippines. This grandma wants to make sure that they can celebrate Christmas no matter how hot it is outside when the Christmas season arrives.

My niece, Stacy, and her family, whose husband is in the Air Force and being transferred from CA to NC, is coming by to visit us on their move East sometime towards the end of the month.  So, I’m trying to get some projects accomplished before then. I’ve been painting the hallway and hope to get all the trim painted and finished this week.

Dawn and her family have gotten moved and settled into their house by the ocean.  Each Sunday they are going up to a mountain village to hold services where there is no church.  The people there had never heard the gospel until Dawn and Randy found them. Recently, William’s finger got swollen and infected and he had to go on antibiotics.  It didn’t get better so after a week he was put on double antibiotics and had to go every day to the hospital to get it treated and wrapped. Finally, after two weeks, his finger is now getting back to normal again.  Each Sunday evening, I call and usually am able to talk with Dawn for about fifteen minutes.  It helps so much hearing her voice and catching up on how her life is going as the mail still hasn’t gotten through that I have been sending for over two months now. At the rate things are going the stuff we ship by boat will get their first.  Mail from my house can get to Manila within two to three weeks, but from there until it gets flown down to the island and then makes its way down further to their village, things slow way down as there is no regular postal service. Dawn says that from week to week you never know what will be available when you go to buy food and supplies.

Next week will make one year since Dana died. Although it is hard to fathom that a year has passed already, God has been good to us. All the prayer support keeps us going each day.

I shall close for now on my end and get this out in the mail.

Until next time~

Dorcas 

JUNE and JULY WALKER NEWSLETTER

 

Hello!

The hot and humid weather has arrived here in the TN Mountains with a vengeance.

 The lightening bugs are blinking again like mini flashlights all around in the evening dusk and darkness.  I remember as kids we loved to catch them and put them in mason jars, intrigued with seeing one of nature mysteries so close up, only to discover the next day that they looked like brown ordinary bugs.

The roses and lilies have been so gorgeous this year spreading their bright colors and perfume all around.  Most of the peas and lettuce have wilted and dried up in the summer heat while the green beans are flourishing.  There is nothing so tasty as fresh beans from the garden while waiting for the baby tomatoes to grow bigger and ripen. I've also been picking raspberries and now the blackberries are ready too.  Soon canning and freezing will begin in earnest to fill up the empty shelves in the pantry.

I had such an enjoyable visit with my sister, Lois, traveling with my granddaughter, Annette, and her husband, Curtis up to PA.  The week simply flew by too fast. While there, I got her herb garden- that Lois started- filled and organized, weeded out her front shade beds, began a cutting flower garden, and planted the garden spot. Lois isn't an outdoors person like me, so I was happy to whip her place into shape.  I even got the fellows working too. We also visited several greenhouses in the area. What joy!  I took a five-gallon bucket plant starts up and brought back more flowers and herbs with me.

Once back home, I got the rest of my flower seeds planted and began working on trimming my hedges. I do it all by hand so it is slow work that I do first thing in the morning, so I don't get too over heated- one day I did and landed in the recliner for the rest of the day. My left hand keeps wanting to swell up and hurt (that I've had problems with bleeding in the past) so I wrap it up in one of Dwight's old elastic bands to help support and protect my hand.. I finished the long hedge in front of the woods and almost all of my front yard- that spans the entire front of the property, but still have the smaller formal and enclosed garden hedges to do. I love all my hedges, but they do take a lot of work. Needless to say, I get plenty of exercise. Once trimmed they look so neat and tidy.

Then in the afternoon, I've been painting in the kitchen thankful for air conditioning.  The headboard and all the top cabinets are finished inside and out, and everything put back in place. It's amazing how bright the kitchen looks. I was planning on finishing the bottom cabinets last week, but a youth group of volunteers came and painted my enclosed garden fence so I was busy trimming the huge overgrown bushes back so they could get to the fence.  The white fence now looks lovely and brand new.

A couple weeks ago my pastor asked me if I would begin a youth class again at church.

 It's been years since I did VBS, youth and children's camps, and taught Sunday school. But now that I am free to get to church each week, I agreed.  So, this grandma is entering back into the teen world and re-catching up on how the youth think today. What fun! You might need to say a prayer for me and the teens both. Years ago, we had the teens paint the youth room as a project. It seems like home going back and teaching there again.  The folding metal chairs though hadn't aged well over the years, so I got some spray paint and painted seven chairs last week- an all-day project. One never knows what doors the Lord might open up, so I always want to be willing to do and help wherever I can.  Shaping young lives is such an awesome and important task, especially at this vital stage of life.

I kept planning on getting a newsletter out all during the month of June but would end up tired and exhausted by the end of the day trying to finish the tasks I had set, that before I knew it the month had already passed. I’m not complaining, as I’m very thankful and feel blessed to be able to accomplish the things needing done- even if it takes me twice as long now-a-days. I hope when in my 90’s that I will still be able to be outside working and puttering around. Thanks for your patience waiting on me.

I hope you have a wonderful summer. Stay cool on your end!

Hugs~

Dorcas