Saturday, December 3, 2016

In The Bleak Midwinter by Christina Rossetti

It's been crazy here at Chez Dragonfly since I got my greenhouse. Did I mention I have a new little greenhouse/potting shed?  I do! I counted 62 plants in it yesterday, most babies propagated from my other plants: Lemongrass, Yarrow, Pineapple Sage, Spearmint, Peppermint, Chocolate Mint, Apple Mint, Comfrey, Basil, Lavender, Airplane Plants, Wandering Jew, Black Sweet Potato Vines, Passionflowers...too many to recall!  Mother Nature keeps blessing me with abundance.  For the first time in my life, I have big fat Tomatoes in December!  They're also in the greenhouse.  I bought one Angel Trumpet flower a few years ago & now have 12 of them. They're like trees! This Spring I plan to have a few plant sales to make some money to buy more plants. LOL!  It's an addiction.  And my Cypress Tree has 10 babies all thriving across my front yard.  They're gorgeous.

I want to wish you all a blessed Christmas/Holiday season filled with love, peace & happiness.  I sincerely appreciate the many faithful readers of my blog, several who have become dear, precious friends over the years.  This has been a physically painful year for me (chronic pain & autoimmune disorders) and your support means the world to me.  God bless you all! xo, Marion

...water like a stone...

In the bleak midwinter

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In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.


Kelly said...

If anyone needed a greenhouse, it's YOU, Marion!! I'm glad you got one and that it's filled with thriving life! We actually have several tomato plants that are nearly as tall as I am and my husband made a make-shift shelter to cover them at night. We're due 20s later in the week, so I hope it doesn't kill them! I want winter tomatoes, too!! My daughter was disappointed the opening weekend festivities for the Christmas festival in Natchitoches got rained out this year. I know we needed the rain, but sad.

Marion, I keep you on my daily prayer list. I still think my problems are something inflammatory/autoimmune, but preliminary tests showed otherwise. As much as I hate it, I'd rather it be that than something worse! (thinking of my dear sister)

All the best during this holiday season for you, Ray, and all your family!

erin said...

can it really be that christmas is over? i think it is still in me that i am waiting for it to begin. (it was a strange one this year, i guess.) but the song brings it back into me purely and i wish it was two weeks away again. i guess i'll just have to settle for winter.

the plants, marion - i think there is no better way to spend a life. i just returned from my mother-in-law's in virginia and she lives like this, living off most of her gardening. i have pilfered a bag of Jerusalem artichokes from her and am eating them raw. i wonder if they'll make it across the border...