The Singing Cricket.

 The Singing Cricket.

 

Sitting at my desk last night reading since sleep was not on its way right then, and lo and behold, singing was heard throughout the house! It was a cricket. WHEN did a cricket get into my house? Guess it doesn’t matter, but suspect it came in either with a head or two of cabbage or in a sack of carrots. Sent some carrots home with Jennifer, but kept the cricket, maybe. Anyway, did not think cricket song would put me to sleep—especially since it was so very loud, so got out the peppermint spray and the cricket no longer sings. Thanks to Maggie Sewell for the heads of cabbage that the hens have attacked diligently, and for the five pounds of carrots that will take forever to eat. Jennifer took carrots for the horses behind the work shop at H&O. Lance normally buys carrots for them every week.

 

Really enjoyed having Jennifer here overnight. So seldom get to just visit with her. And her friend Laurie and her husband Billy took us to brunch at Jimmy’s Egg. Good food and better company. And yes, we probably got a little loud. Billy said that he might be able to fix my garden hoses so that the sprayer can be put back on one of them and the connection put on the other. Since watering things around here won’t be on the agenda any time soon, it really may not matter.

 

The guy from over on Church Street rode a little green motor bike down our street today. Think it bothered all of us. We are so insulated from individuals driving up here. Only a city truck twice a week, the oxygen lady once a week, and maybe a few deliveries plus the mailman drive up along here. My dogs had fits to go out and chase that silly motor bike up and down the fence, but the guy did not come back again. Good deal!

 

In the Max Lucado book God Is with You Every Day, he speaks of I Tim. 4:14 where it says, “Do not neglect the gift that is in you.” And in I Cor. 12:7 “The Spirit has given each of us a special way of serving others.” All of my family had musical talent except me, but listening is a talent, too. Whatever my talent is, it was not made by accident. God “shaped each person in turn.” Ps.33:15 Let us praise God for His purpose in choosing to make us each.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.