Veronica Boulden

It turns out that those wild raspberries in our yard are called wine raspberries or rather just wineberries. My daughters and my niece brought a surprising amount in from our backyard. So then we were inspired to spend the day collecting more from our roadside and then from the nearby state park. We all came home pleasantly worn out from all the walking, which quickly becomes more like hiking and/ or climbing in this terrain. After showers and dinner, we all went to bed with books and flashlights or tablets. It would be absurd to ruin these beauties with sugar if we only had a few cups of berries. But now that we that have several cups, I have agreed to bake something with them today, perhaps a very simple fruit tart.  But I don't even have white sugar in my house at this point, so I'll plan to shop a little after church. #55 Wineberries

The landscaper and his crew are here to help us subdue our front yard.  Trees are being uprooted and rocks are being dug up and placed strategically. Of course, some rocks just aren't going to budge without dynamite and those rocks will stay just where they are.   We do not plan nor even want a traditional looking yard. That's not at all why we moved into the woods. But we'd like to make what we have as beautiful as possible, make its natural beauty easier to appreciate, make it less of the complete wilderness that it is now. Unfortunately, a large clump of wild raspberries (and even some blackberries) that are growing up to the front and side of our house really must be torn out.  They are growing in front of a large rock formation that is far too beautiful to remain covered, even with wild berries.  It seems impossible that they must go, but it's true.  Luckily, we have more wild raspberries lining the woods in our backyard, too. Otherwise, it would be much har

First, it was Ruth Bell Graham's  Footprints of a Pilgrim .  I knew right away, within moments, that the book was divinely put into my hands. To know that such a woman even existed and cared about the things I care about: God, marriage, family, home, it gave me so much strength when I was in my twenties, and I needed to know that it was alright to be pursuing a degree, yet care more for the simple things. Next, it was Saint Theresa of Avila's Interior Castles . That book came at a time in my life in my thirties, when I was experiencing God in new ways. Even if she who wrote it happened to be a nun who lived on the other side of the world centuries removed, it strengthened me to know someone like I lived, and experienced God in strange ways, too. And now, it's Walking on Water  by Madeline L'Engle.  The book comes as I near forty.  This woman's internal and external life is eerily similar to mine now. I was beginning to doubt whether it was normal to contempla

I have a sensitivity to annoying sounds, so I thought it was going to be painful for me when the kids practiced their piano. Nevertheless, Dwayne and I wanted to give the girls the gift of music, so we started providing them with lessons. To my surprise, the kids' practice is one of the most soul-soothing sounds in my life now. Like birds singing from the trees around our house, or the laughter from upstairs where the girls are playing with their dolls, the sound of our piano serves are a reminder of what is good, true, and beautiful in my life, in all of life! The playing makes me to stop whatever I am doing, even if only for a moment, and acknowledge the Giver of every perfect gift.

I will often pray while I exercise. The two really go together for me so naturally. In one case, I am pursuing spiritual goals. In the other case, my goals are physical. But prayer and exercise, similarly, both take faith and action, then more action and more faith... So naturally, while lunging with kettlebells, I was talking to God about my dreams today. I want to accomplish so many true, beautiful, and good things with my life. All these things are the things God Himself has called me to do, so in faith, I take action, and I expect to be able to do them. But time keeps passing. "We have to hurry." I told God. "There isn't much time!" I felt very mortal there for a moment. One tends to feel their mortality when they are exercising with kettlebells. At my remark, I heard the Spirit of God offer a sharp rebuke to my spirit, "We have eternity," God said. The words totally wrecked the way I was thinking at that moment. I could

I have been enjoying seeing what all comes up in my new yard this spring and summer. I consider every single blossom a gift, since I didn't plant them, but nevertheless, here they are! The previous owners planted hydrangea bushes along our front walk.  The bushes are almost as tall as me! (Perhaps they have actually been neglected and need to be tended.) But being so high allows me to see the blossoms from inside the house through the windows and I consider that an advantage.  The flowers on the bushes turned from bright white to a delicate violet that subtly grows more saturated with color by the day. I indulged myself and cut the largest of all the blossoms off and brought it inside to my kitchen table. I didn't know how well it would keep, but I've had it there for a few days now, and it is still fresh and beautiful. Tiny bluish blossoms drop onto the table from the underside of the flower throughout the day, but since I wipe my table free of crumbs once or twice