The Dayspring from on high has visited us. (Luke 1-78)I had a beautiful summer home in Maine which I named Dayspring. It was a place in my heart, a retreat, a place to rec-create, a home where we gathered in the summers to come together as a family. A lovely place for children, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends to gather to continue family traditions and establish new ones. It was on 8 acres, near the Penobscot Bay and Swan Lake. where we also had a cottage.

Sunday, July 23, 2006


This is Sunday afternoon and I am still practicing getting my thoughts on my blog page. I am certainly frustrated that I find this hard work. I will try publishing this blub and see what happens.

Monday, July 10, 2006

This is the picture of one of my big tomato plants. I lost my posting about these plants. Yesterday Leslie helped me remove them. They had many, many blooms and tomatoes but they were all narled and had big holes in them. I took them to the horticulturist for a diagnosis and he looked them up on his big garden encyclopedia. I thought the problem was due to many bugs and big green things that looked like caterpillars. In fact Leslie took them home in a jar because she said they would develop into something, may moths, butterflies. However, I hated to look at them. Anyway, they had to come out and I will start again. Very disappointing because I love the big beefstake tomatoes. Anyway, you would not believe how much this depressed me. I actually shed tears at the garden shop with everyone standing around trying to diagnose the problem.

Sunday, July 09, 2006


This is Sunday afternoon and I am still practicing getting my thoughts on my blog page. I am certainly frstrated that I find this hard work. I will try publishing this blub and still what happens.

Friday, July 07, 2006


I am trying to add a blog and having difficulty. I will keep working on this.


lift-up-your-hearts I wish I could find my original blog.

Thursday, July 06, 2006


On July 4 I started a blog. I thought my first attempt was pretty good. But alas, poor me, after working on it for hours and sending it to a list of friends I discovered the next day that I had deleted it. Where do these things go in cyberspace? I tried and tried but could not recover it. In fact I had to go out today and treated myself to a lot of new clothes to assauge my grief for losing it. If I hadn't gone out for the day I would have continued the hopeless job of looking for it.

Now, it is 11 o'clock at night and I have finally gotten the hang of this blogging again. This will be a short post as I am tired and can't get my thoughts together. Because he is sitting next to be asking why aren't we going to bed my subject will be Dickens.

Dickens is now 7 years old, but because he is a Toy Poodle everyone still thinks of him as a puppy. Dickens came into my life as a tiny little pup whose mother died before he had a chance to finish nursing and gain immunity from all the puppy diseases. I brought him home with a little baby bottle and formula and fed him a little mushy meal that he licked from the tip of my finger. Like a little baby he had to be fed every hour or so. The Vet said he could not go outside except in my yard because he had no immunity and was too small to give him shots. However, I had to socialize him and I carried him in my arms walking around the lake several times a day. Everyone questioned me about why I carried him and did not let him walk. When I told his storey they petted him and talked to him. To this day everyone that comes here must greet Dickens because that is how he was trained. I would come home and pick him up and tell him what a good doggie he was and now 7 years later I must go through this routine when I come home. Despite all the trouble and the expense (last month a bee stung him and $183 later we returned from the Vet) he does more for me than I do for him. He is bonded to me as his mother, he greets me with enthusiasm whether I am gone for a few minutes or hours, and best of all he has kept me walking all these years. Three times a day, rain or shine we take a walk. He knows the routine and at the appointed time is at my side telling me to get off the computer and lets get walking.

I am posting some pictures of My Little Dickens.