Wow, it's Wednesday already. This week has just flown by. Unfortunately, life has been super busy and will continue to be so for the next little bit, so I'm going to take a week or so off to get stuff done (see below for my tentative schedule of events).
Spring is a busy time. Grass grows, chicks grow, horses eat too much.
We received our new chicks last week. They are already growing feathers, though they're still yellow. The white will show up soon. No pictures of them today. Maybe when I post next time.
Yesterday, as I was moving said chicks to the barn, I noticed my horse tiptoeing around. Yes, horse's can tiptoe. LOL She's foundered before so I'm extra careful to keep an eye out. That discovery changed my plans for the evening. I had planned on finalizing my synopsis, and as much as I like to write, it won't pay the vet bill if she is indeed sick. So out I went to prepare a dry lot--putting in poles and stringing electric fence--to keep them contained.
Elsewhere on the farm, we are produce from our strawberry plants, radishes, and kale. Broccoli, and cabbage should be ready soon. Also growing are corn, tomatoes, peppers, cucumber, sweet peas, squash, and probably something else that I'm missing. Outside of the garden, we have an asparagus bed. This is our fourth year harvesting it, and it's doing well.
The front yard is bedecked with fruit trees, many of which are loaded with fruit, though we'll have to wait on most of it for some time. Some of the trees we have out there are: apples, plums, pears, cherries, apricots, and a few hybrids like apriums and pluots. The blackberries and raspberries are also growing well.
Okay, so away from the farm, well, the outside anyway. Last week was our last official week of school, though my children still have some work to finish. To celebrate we will be going to Six Flags over GA on Friday for their homeschool day. My children are excited.
Almost done, I promise. :)
My coming week at a glance (and why I won't be posting):
Thursday (5/16) - leaving to spend the day in Atlanta; my brother's birthday
Friday - Six Flags; return home
Saturday - Funlympics with my church's worship team; my friend, Tanya is traveling to my house and together on...
Sunday - Driving to Ridgecrest, NC for the Blue Ridge Christian Writer's Conference(BRCWC)
Sunday - Thursday - BRCWC where I get to sit and listen to wonderful instructors, meet talented writers, and worship the Lord with my words
Thursday - travel home
Friday - collapse and renew, and fix whatever broke or fell apart while I was gone. :)
I covet your prayers for this schedule. For those that know me, you'll know this is going to pull every reserve I have to be this busy for the next week. And if you didn't know it before, you do now. :) I'd appreciate your prayers for traveling mercies for my family on Thursday and Friday, for Tanya on Saturday, and for the both of us on Sunday, and then again next Thursday.
You all are such a blessing to me.
May God richly bless you today,
Ps 91 (NKJV)
3 Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler, and from the perilous pestilence.4 He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler.5 You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day,6 nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
No Way Out by Susan Sleeman...in one word, riveting. This is the third book in The Justice Agency Series and lives up to its predecessors: Double Exposure and Dead Wrong (click the titles for my review, scroll down on the second one).
I was hooked from page one. I found it hard to set aside once I started and I expect you'll have the same trouble. Even though it's the third in the series, reading the first two are not necessary to understand the story line. I just love series' like that.
Who can she trust?Alyssa Wells has uncovered evidence that her police officer husband was murdered by his partner—a dangerous claim in a small town. After two tours in Iraq, protecting Alyssa and her children shouldn't be a problem for private investigator Cole Justice. Alyssa feels drawn to him, but how can she trust anyone after everything she's been through? Cole's sure his heart is closed off to love, but Alyssa and her children seem to have found a way in. As the killer draws closer, Alyssa realizes she's trusting Cole with more than her safety.
Monday, May 6, 2013
I wrote this short story a year or more ago with the plan to send it to an online magazine, but I lost my nerve. So, instead I'm going to post it here for you to enjoy.
By: Ginger Solomon
The dog barked. In the eerie, quiet evening the sound ricocheted off the walls, startling Eileen Mass. Lacy rarely barked. Did that mean he was out there? No, not again.
Eileen hurried from the kitchen through the living room. The thick oriental carpet silenced her footfalls. She weaved around the obstacles in her way and turned off the lamp. With slow, steady steps, she maneuvered between the couch and the chair to look out the window, careful not to hit the lamp. She pushed the navy blue damask curtain aside far enough to peek out. The light illuminated the street and driveway. No cars.
As she exhaled, her grip on the curtain loosened. A shadow moved. She froze. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She dared not blink. Was he here? She saw nothing more.
The clock in the corner chimed the hour. She jumped. She inhaled and exhaled, forcing herself to relax.
She returned to the kitchen, flipping on the light as she entered. A few, last minute preparations and all would be ready. She pulled a couple of things from the fridge. These would round out the meal she had prepared. She glanced around. Everything appeared to be in place. She wiped the counters one last time, picking up the knife she’d used to slice the vegetables a few minutes ago.
Lacy barked again. Eileen froze. It wasn’t a false alarm. He was here. She steadied herself on the kitchen counter. The light. She rushed to turn it off. How could she have been so careless? Hadn’t she learned her lesson the last time? Her body trembled and her hands felt cold. She reached for her sweater on the hook by the door, but realized she still held the knife and wet dishrag in her hands. No wonder her hands were cold, water dripped down her arm. She tossed the rag in the sink.
Lacy yelped. Eileen’s grip tightened on the knife. With her free hand, she checked the door. Locked. Good. She stood still and listened. Quiet again.
She felt her way to the sink and placed the knife in. She would hurt herself if she continued to hold it in her nervous condition.
O God, blind his eyes that he might not see. This has to work.
The kitchen doorknob jiggled. She sucked in her breath and held it.
“Eileen, I know you’re in there. I saw the light. Open up.” The deep voice demanded. She waited. He would leave; he had to.
Footsteps receded on the porch stairs. Quiet again. She released her breath with a whoosh. Was he leaving?
Eileen moved into the living room. She dared to peek out the curtain again. There he was, walking to the front door. She shimmied over beside it. The doorknob turned. She held her breath. This was it. She would get him this time.
Eileen didn’t move. The door creaked open. Eileen flipped on the light as everyone yelled, “Surprise!”
Tom jumped backward almost falling down the stairs. “What on earth?”
“Happy Birthday, Darling.” She gave him a quick hug and kiss, and pulled him into the house. She moved to the side as everyone wished her husband a happy birthday.
She’d done it. She’d finally surprised him after so many years of trying and failing. His radiant smile made it worth all the effort.
I hope you enjoyed my story. Reading it again, even if it is mine, made me smile. :)