Ready, Set, Grow!

Tonight I started seeds for the garden. I labeled them better than last year, so here's hoping they don't get mixed up. 

Using the Jiffy Pot starters I planted:

6 Romas

4 Early Girls

4 Mortgage Lifters

4 Big Red

2 Red Cherry

2 Sun Gold

4 California Wonder Bell Pepper

4 Brussels Sprouts

2 Artichokes

1 Parsley

1 Tarragon

Fingers Crossed!

Sorrowful mysteries a little less mysterious

I am making a good effort to pray a rosary everyday. I've been praying one on my way downtown on work days for probably 6 or 7 years. But, quite recently the Urge which I have regularly suppressed has been quietly insistent. "You need this. Everyday. Come lay your burdens down. Tell them to your Mother." 

Repetition has it's value I have discovered. In a sense, it opens the mind for deeper thoughts to develop. I rarely have profound discovery. Tonight it felt like finding that puzzle piece I had been searching for a long, long time. It by no means finished the picture. Just a small part falling into place. 

Jesus gets my fear because he truly knew the same in The Agony in the Garden. 

Jesus understands my physical pain. He felt it too at the Scouraging at the Pillar. 

Jesus knows my humiliation because of taunts and disrespect he received with the Crowning With Thorns. 

Jesus relates well to my burdens-my work and family and time and health struggles because he bore the greatest of burdens in the Carrying of the Cross. 

And that singular, universal fate--facing our own mortality...Jesus, true man and true God, has traveled the path and will walk it again with us so we will need not fear. 

Uncle Luke

(Original post from Jan. 2015. I hate that the date changed because I edited one word. )

Uncle Luke Borger died Saturday and was buried today. He was 102 and "almost a half."

Uncle Joe came down for the visitation and funeral. While we waited for the family to return from Memorial Park, uncle Joe told us that Grandpa Romer, Uncle Ham  and Uncle Luke opened a furniture factory in Piqua. Grandpa and Uncle Ham financed it and Uncle Luke ran it. They were only in business for two years even though they always ran in the black. The bigger manufacturers got wind of their success and threatened to pull their business if the suppliers didn't stop selling to this smaller factory. Without springs and wood, they couldn't stay open. It would be interesting to find out more details in that history.