Tuesday, June 9, 2026 Commonplace Quotes: LOTR Edition

I’m currently reading a book called Bandersnatch, about the writing collaboration between JRR Tolkien and C.S. Lewis and other writers that called themselves “Inklings.” I am astounded to think that we might never have had the gift of Lord of the Rings, were it not for C.S. Lewis’s encouragement to his friend “Tollers.”

A few quotes from the trilogy (which, if you haven’t read yet, you really should do so):

There is a seed of courage hidden (often deeply, it is true) in the heart of the fattest and most timid hobbit, waiting for some final and desperate danger to make it grow.
JRR Tolkien, Fellowship of the Rings

As someone who has often had a very timid heart, I find this fabulously encouraging.

Indeed, in nothing is the power of the Dark Lord, more clearly shown than in the estrangement that divides all who still oppose him.
(same)

“The counsel of Gandolf was not founded on foreknowledge of safety, for himself, or for others,” said Aragorn. “There are some things that it is better to begin than to refuse, even though the end is dark.
JRR Tolkien, The Two Towers

Work of the enemy!” said Gandolf. “Such deeds he loves: friend at war with friend; loyalty divided in confusion of hearts.
JRR Tolkien, The Return of the King

There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end, the shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty forever beyond its reach.
(Same)

Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea, comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-Earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.
(same)

Of course, those quotes are just a pittance compared to the full breadth of the book. Go and read it.

I’ll probably delete this in the morning, but not all deletions are an evil.

Monday, June 8, 2026 The World and They That Dwell Therein

The earth is the LORD’S, and the fulness thereof;

The world, and they that dwell therein.

Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.

Who is this King of glory? The LORD, strong and mighty, the LORD, mighty in battle.

Lift up your heads, O ye gates..and the King of glory shall come in.

Who is this King of glory? The LORD of hosts, he is the King of glory. Selah.

When your garden and the creatures who pass through it speak the psalms to you.

I think it’s bedtime; I shall dream of deleting this in the morning.

Wednesday, June 3, 2026 Oldie But Goodie

Years ago I tried doing a daily art piece or comic that I put on Instagram. It lasted about 30 days. Here’s one of those since I haven’t had time to do anything remotely artsy lately. Of course, you may look at the item below and say to yourself “This isn’t remotely artsy either.” That would be fair.

Not artsy, but definitely true.

Deleting blog posts keeps me minimally flexible as a writer. In the morning.

Tuesday, June 2, 2026 Commonplace Quotes: Gluttony

Gluttony! I can’t say I’ve ever heard a sermon on gluttony, but there’s plenty in the Bible about it. I struggle with self-control when it comes to eating, so it’s an area where I need a great deal of prayer and encouragement. We all have our thorn in the flesh, right? It keeps us humble and directs our gaze to the Lord.

Here are a couple quotes I wrote in my Commonplace Book to keep them at hand.

Gluttony is the fool’s impulse to say “again, again,” when it is not time for “again.” …gluttony is not a problem of excessive pleasure. It’s a problem of pleasure that never reaches its fulfillment. …The God who gave limits to the tides has also given limits to our stomachs. …We can eat with thanksgiving and get the full spectrum of what a meal has to offer, or we can dive our heads into a shallow bowl of pleasure, demanding repetition.
Tilly Dillehay, from the book Broken Bread

…if you have goals of developing self-control – a spiritual end – through spiritual and physical means, then fasting may be one way to approach that. Part of self-control is knowing what it feels like to tell our bodies no when we are used to telling them yes.
Tilly Dillehay, from the same book.

Those are some meaty quotes! I’ve given you quite a bit to chew on (sorry for all the food references – I can’t seem to help it).

Here’s one last quote from my book that will put hope in your heart and a spring in your step.

The LORD God is a sun and shield;
The LORD will give grace and glory;
No good thing will He withhold
from those who walk uprightly.
Psalm 84:11

I’ll probably delete this in the morning unless I’m busy doing something else, which frequently happens. In fact, if you were to fact check all this deleting that I talk about…

Monday, June 1, 2026 Flora and Fauna

I wonder if anyone ever had girl twins that they named Flora and Fauna? Surely somebody has done it by now. Flora probably wouldn’t mind, but Fauna (poor girl) might wish her parents hadn’t been so whimsical.

Be that as it may, I have gotten off track already. My intention is to show you some of the Flora and Fauna I’ve captured with my camera on our property lately. There might be a poem at the end, so persevere.

I think she noticed the camera and is posing for me. You tell your stories and I’ll tell mine.

Why are rabbits so adorable? It makes it hard to hate them when they eat up your lettuces and such.

I realize that this is neither flora nor fauna, but it sets the stage for what comes next, which involves fauna.

We have a perfectly good bird bath, but this bird preferred our fountain. First he got his bearings. And then…

…he took a splish-splash bath! ‘Twas quite exciting on a quiet afternoon. And now for the flora part of this tour.

The clematis are glorious! Even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.


Ukrainian Irises have raised their showy purple/blue heads in triumph over the perennial garden, saying “The garden party can start now!” And indeed, it has.

The Monarda is more demure, making a quiet statement of beauty.

These guys (how could I have forgotten their name?) are ready to burst into bloom.

The coneflowers are biding their time. “What’s the rush?” I heard them saying to the irises.

Flora and Fauna
Are God’s primadonnas.
In the backyard choir,
None sing higher.
With feathers and fur,
And petals galore,
It’s a fabulous show –
Get outside and go!

I’ll probably have to delete this Blora and Bauna post in the morning.

Wednesday, May 27, 2026 Busy Busy Busy Busy Busy

And now the word “busy” looks really stupid to me. How do we even pronounce it the way we do?

The point being, however, that there is much keeping me occupied, too occupied to write my usual post (and yet here I am). I’ll leave with you a bunch of photos to tell the story.




Before
After, which lots more just like this to do yet.

Also, big news: I walked a mile on my new knee!

The end.

Not literally. There might be more coming tomorrow. Or this might be deleted in the morning while I’m out pulling weeds.

Tuesday, May 26, 2026 Commonplace Quotes: The Secret of Joy

The fan is moving air quietly around, I hear the sound of the fountain in the front yard, my guitar sits looking accusingly at me, and there is just enough heat and humidity to make me feel a little soggy. It’s altogether possible that you don’t care about those descriptive elements of this moment, but I’d rather imagine that you do.

Look for crosses,
and while it is fair weather,
mend the sails of the ship.
Samuel Rutherford

Enjoy fair weather; be prepared for foul.

In active obedience, we worship God by doing what pleases God, but by passive obedience, we do as well worship God by being pleased with what God does.
Jeremiah Burroughs

In other words, in everything give thanks, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus (1 Thessalonians 5:18).

Strike from us the empty words of the sons of disobedience, and open our ears and hearts to receive humbly the word of Your wisdom. Amen.
Prayer for Illumination

We pray that corporately at our church sometimes before the reading of God’s word and hearing the sermon.

The secret of joy is Christ in me –
not me in a different set of circumstances.
Elisabeth Elliot

Thank you for the reminder, dear Elisabeth.

Beauty is a gratuitous gift of the creator God;
it finds its source and its purpose in God’s character.
God, out of his gratuitous love,
created a world he did not need
because he is an artist.

You need only step outside your house into the world that God made to see the artistry of the creator. Beauty is not an accident.

Our first clematis of the year!

This soggy bloggy will disappear tomoggy. In the morning.

Wednesday, May 20, 2026 The Workshop: Small Saul

I haven’t been up to much in the workshop lately. I have decided to self-publish my book Small Saul in the Big Bog, and because I am a frugal person, I also decided to try my hand at the illustrations.

Saul is described on the first page as being only four inches long, so my idea was to draw him on the page to scale to give the reader an idea of just how small he is. I found a photo of a bog lemming and enlarged it on the iPad screen until it fit into the four inches on my ruler.

In the photo, the bog lemming just puddled into the ground with no discernible feet, so I have taken the liberty of giving him some. You’re welcome, Small Saul. I don’t think I’ll get very far with doing my own illustrations, but I’ll try a few.

I did some research into self-publishing and immediately ran into problems with terminology issues, the issues being that I don’t understand the terminology of formatting the book. I might have to head over to YouTube to see if I can find “Book Formatting for Dummies.”

This post was formatted incorrectly and is therefore invalid; it will be deleted in the morning once I find a YouTube video showing “Deleting Blog Posts for Dummies.”

Monday, May 18, 2026 The Sloppy Joe Incident

It should have taken me about 5 seconds, tops. Somehow I managed to turn it into five plus minutes of increasingly absurd decisions. Here’s what happened. We were on the road, pulling our camper behind us, when I realized that I’d forgotten to take our supper out of the freezer to thaw it. Next time we stopped, I went in the camper, retrieved the quart bag of sloppy joes out of the freezer and threw it in the sink, putting the cover over the sink. Done and done…except for the fact that I had a thought.

“By the time it thaws, it will be hard to get out of the bag. I should cut the bag off and put the sloppy joes in a bowl to thaw.” This was the first illogical decision out of many to follow.

I cut the bag open, stuck the frozen chunk of sloppy joes into a largish plastic bowl (without a cover) and put it in the sink. Done! But then I realized something:

“As we drive and it thaws, the bowl will be tipping over and the sloppy joes will thaw right into the sink and be all over it – what a mess!”

You’d think I could have worked that out in my head before cutting the bag open, but it was too late now. I was stuck with a frozen chunk of sloppy joes that needed a place to thaw.

“I know! I’ll put it on a plate and put it in the fridge!” You’d think I’d have learned the lesson of not thinking things through, but I did not. No sooner did I have the thought when I made it happen. By now, of course, little bits of frozen sloppy joe were getting on the counter, the sink and anything else that it touched. But too late, I realized…

“Oh, as the sloppy joes thaw, they’ll slide right off the plate which will be careening back and forth on the refrigerator shelf while we drive. It will be plastered all over the inside of our refrigerator.”

Hmmm, what to do?

“I know! I’ll put it in a leftover container that has a tight fitting cover and then put that in the sink. Perfect!”

I rummaged through our leftover containers and found one with a cover. Giving absolutely no thought to the appropriateness of the size, I threw the frozen chunk of SJ’s into it. Sadly, and predictably, the container was a little too small and I couldn’t get the lid on. The little bits of SJ continued to multiply over everything as I kept moving it around. The absurdity of the whole situation began to strike me at that point. It was like watching an episode of “I Love Lucy.” In fact, the more I thought about it, the funnier it was.

I started laughing as I was trying to figure out what to do next. At around this juncture, hubby showed up at the camper door, wondering what was taking so long. He poked his head in and I laughed even harder, to the point where I couldn’t talk. How do you explain something so completely illogical?

Convulsed with helpless laughter, I grabbed an even larger plastic bowl and put the sloppy joes into it. I put that in the sink. I took the first bowl and turned it over onto it. Then I took the leftover container and squeezed it in, hoping that if I had enough items in the sink, nothing would tip over. There were no more viable options.

I was still laughing when I got in the car, laughter that brought tears to my eyes. It took me a while to sober up enough to explain the whole thing.

You’ll be glad to know that the sloppy joes stayed in the bowl in the sink, although more than once I imagined them escaping and being splattered over everything in the camper by the time we arrived at our destination.

I’ll probably delete this sloppy post in the morning.

Thursday, May 14, 2026 Dear Diary…

Dear Diary,

I am sometimes tempted to disable autocorrect on my devices. Today I sent a text to someone: “Thanks for letting us know.” The AI operative on my phone intercepted it and changed it to “Thanks for keeping us know.” I mean, really. If the thing is going to make sweeping changes, couldn’t they at least make sense? A couple years ago, I texted (or so I thought) “I will meet you downtown.” In the delicate hands of autocorrect, it became “I will ferromagnetic.” So close, right? To be fair, I do a lot of swiping to make words, so I’ve no doubt my swiping was subpar that day. But still…ferromagnetic seems a far cry from any letter combinations I was swiping on the keyboard. It evidently couldn’t figure out what I was going for, threw its digital hands in the air, and grabbed for a word in its databanks that might fit. The soulless program cares nothing for meaning.

So why don’t I disable it? Occasionally something strangely beautiful emerges from the tangled web of its programming. A couple days ago I texted “Thanks for letting us know.” This predictable and prosaic phrase became “Thanks dither toaster.” I caught it and corrected the autocorrect before I sent it, but spent some time marveling at that combination of words. It’s very nearly poetic, on par with something from The Jabberwocky. And it made me laugh.

Sigh. I guess I’ll keep using autocorrect. Perhaps someday I’ll be able to cobble together a whimsical poem from its convoluted phrases.

Writing from the Sticky Chair,

Me

I’ll probably ferromagnetic and dither this toaster in the morning.

Wednesday, May 13, 2026 The Workshop: Guest Artist

I’m going to feature a special guest artist this week. She’s six years old and loves to draw. Let’s call her “Lovey.” Lovey has been making drawings for me as soon as she could scribble on paper. As she got older, her work often featured hearts (lots of hearts!). When she was learning letters, she’d spell out the word “Grandma” as “Gramu.” I love those kinds of early spellings, don’t you?

On our recent visit, Lovey created a masterpiece, a drawing of the two of us. She apologized for using black for my hair, saying she didn’t have a gray pen, which made me laugh. I like the way we are wearing matching outfits and how slim I look standing next to her. It’s all in the artist’s interpretation, right?

She also created a bookmark for me which you can be sure I will treasure. She caught a good likeness of our cat, Luna!

Do I sound like a proud Grandma? Of course! But I think she shows early promise. Keep an eye out for her in the art world in years to come! In an effort to protect her privacy, I asked my AI servant to make a facsimile of her instead. So here it is, the AI version of Lovey, the Artist!

I’ll probably ask my AI servant to delete this in the morning.