Monday, February 25, 2013

#509: Sermon Haiku #39: Galatians 3

Living by the law
Self-defeating arrogance
Hopelessness revealed
Sunglow shines on sin
Scrubbed away by Jesus' blood
Complete acceptance?

Yes! By grace, not works
World's power irrelevant
Equal heirs in Christ

World-wide believers
Even here at Summer Street
Worshipping as one

Hailing from Holland
Brazil, Germany, Norway
Lebanon, Haiti

Jamaica, Belgium,
the only real question:

Do I walk with Christ?

Sunday, February 24, 2013

#508: Sermon Haiku #38: Galatians 3:1-9

Les Miserables played at the Dreamland
last week, I went to see it with David.
It ties in with what Paul
is trying to say in Galatians.
The pictures are of a Nantucket backyard soon to be
redone by the new owner.
It's full of memory I hoped to capture.

What keeps us going 
When life becomes difficult?
Self-effort won't work.

Jean Valjean learned grace
when it was freely offered
Javert never did

Which one was a slave?
Living by grace is freedom
Press on. Persevere.

Indwelling Spirit

Strengthens and helps us

to rest in God's grace.

Friday, February 22, 2013

#507: Looking forward to Nantucket spring

 The forsythia bloom indoors

And if you look close

So do the rosemary

The geranium dependably provides

A splash of color.

But the only garden I'm growing so far

is celery in a pint tub,
so the cat won't drink its water.
Oh boy, I can't wait for spring.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

#506: Surfside Sunset Kiss


The sun sets over Surfside

Laying down a blanket of snow

 a kiss good-night

a soothing lullaby

 Sweet dreams.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

#505: Moors End Farm Trust Box

Our outdoor garden is kaput.
Fortunately, the real farmers
on Nantucket are still going strong.
My son popped over to Moors End Farm
and got me some Kale. Yay!
If no one's there, you just grab what you want from the fridge
and leave your money in the Trust Box.
I love living in a place with a trust box.
So, kale:
Green and crunchy,
but not crunchy enough for potato chip cravings.
Commercial potato chips are not food:
anything that doesn't remember the dirt 
in which it grew is no longer food.

This kale remembers.
Take all the leaves off the stems,
feed the stems to your chickens,
tear the leaves up small.
You are about to make simpleandmerry's kale chips.

Heat a 1/4 c of evoo 
(extra virgin olive oil),
add finely chopped garlic and cook.
By cook, I mean for 30 seconds,
when you can smell the garlic, it's ready.

Pour over kale leaves.

As soon as it's cool enough,
massage the garlic oil into the leaves,
covering every surface.

Spread one layer on pan,
bake at 300 for 30 minutes.
Watch closely, they go from perfect to burnt
in the blink of an eye.
They also disappear in the blink of an eye.
Kale chips are deeelicious.

 Thanks, Mary.
Do pop over to her blog, simpleandmerry, for more yummy recipes.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

#504: Nemo on Nantucket

A blizzard piles up a bunch of snow:

Our front deck disappeared entirely.

Our trailblazer cat, Fluffy.

Yes, he  really is that fat.
Not a bit intimidated by all that snow.

Patio picnics will have to wait.

The back door was shovelable, but icy.
In three days it's gone from snow everywhere
to slush and ice, to scattered piles of snow.
I'm sure the aquifer did well in this storm.

Our lettuce bed yielded this tiny brassica.
A bit of gold in all the white.
I came into the dining room to find this poem,
by Becky:

See me and remember 
the hot, hot sun
the touching breeze through
the grasses, between
petals, leaves

There is no hope like a flower.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

#503: Library Snowkids Protest Closing

This is a very blustery day.
Nothing to do and the library is closed:
Two snowkids protesting.

Depends on your definition of 
'non-emergency services.'

Books! Books! Books!

Of course, it's closed for Blizzard Nemo.

For good cause
but try explaining that to a snowkid.

From the library park you can see the ocean.
The seaweed comes right up to the fence.
The crabapples trees were fine but up on Rose Lane:



#502: Nantucket Blizzards and Fondue

Fondue, kept warm by a sterno can,
is our favorite storm supper.
Fed this batch to the chickens.
Sort of forgot how to make it,
but batch two was perfect:

Nice and cheesy 
Everybody dips,
broccoli and breadcubes,
with occasional swordfights.

When they start playing with the flames...

Go to banana chunks and chocolate.
Thank you, Lord, for storms.

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