s“God the Father wants His children home again, in families and in glory.” (President Henry B. Erying, April 2017)
Home again!! Heavenly Father is not the only one who wants His children home again. Earthly parents want their children home again too and this week those wants were realized, for me and for my parents.
First my parents…..
Spring break in Las Vegas and Seattle enabled Utah visits for both my brother Wright and my sister Marjorie and their families. Having children and grandchildren in the house to wake up at unreasonable hours with un-talented, off-key singing made my father’s day. Having children and grandchildren in the house to worry and fuss over made my mother’s week. Creamies (Gram and Grandad’s favorite treat) and teasing (Grandad’s favorite pastime) were present in abundance.
Good times were had. Dad showed us antique saddles and modern roping techniques on Antelope Island, Grace demonstrated dance moves during half time at a donkey basketball game, and Wright helped me find a relative—Miss Cowper, born in 1530 in Shelf, Yorkshire, England—for whom I can do temple work. Miles and I hiked to the top of Ensign Peak with Wright, Carole and girls, Miles, James, Spencer, and Jacob fed string rays with Gram and Grandad, Marjorie and I went for a bike ride (NOT 65 miles this time), Grace and Aliza did not get to chat enough and MacKay and Talmage joined the boys for Poker and Capture the Flag games that lasted into the wee hours of the morning. Even with the early morning hours (both staying up and getting up), the never-satiated ice cream appetites, and the incessant teasing, it was not too much. I think it is safe to say that we all eagerly anticipate our July family reunion. (Those who disagree may manifest by the appropriate sign.)
Now me….
Chick came home this weekend and his furry face is a welcome sight here on our Hislop Half-Acre….and not just because we put him to work….which we did. Though I did not awaken him Saturday morning with un-talented, off-key singing, I did put him directly to work when he woke up. We planted peach trees (Chick and I), fixed the secondary water (he and Lance), mucked out the chicken coop (me), stacked branches in the burn pile (Miles), and shaved Zorro. Now the hair on Chick’s face is longer than the hair on Zorro’s face….and Chick likes it that way. Zorro is not so happy about it.
It is wonderful to have Chick home, if only for the weekend. He and Miles and Grace enjoyed discussing Words of Radiance over dinner and I love enjoyed listening to them. The funny thing about the conversation was that I have read the book and had nothing to add to the discussion—I only vaguely remember the plot….Gotta love an aging memory!—and Grace has not read the book and had plenty to say…Gotta love the Hislop ability to B.S.!
Gotta love the garden as well. Last week was the 15th so, as promised, I have included farm photos. Sweet! (Well. Maybe not sweet yet but it will be sweet when the peas, peaches and pears are ripe….)
Home sweet home….. Family is what gives home its sweetness and God is who gave us families.
“God gave us families to help us become what He wants us to be--
This is how He shares His love, for the fam’ly is of God.”
[“God Gave Us Families”, Words and music: Matthew Neeley]
I am so grateful that God gave us families and I am so grateful that He wants us back!
Love,
Teresa
Home again!! Heavenly Father is not the only one who wants His children home again. Earthly parents want their children home again too and this week those wants were realized, for me and for my parents.
First my parents…..
Spring break in Las Vegas and Seattle enabled Utah visits for both my brother Wright and my sister Marjorie and their families. Having children and grandchildren in the house to wake up at unreasonable hours with un-talented, off-key singing made my father’s day. Having children and grandchildren in the house to worry and fuss over made my mother’s week. Creamies (Gram and Grandad’s favorite treat) and teasing (Grandad’s favorite pastime) were present in abundance.
Good times were had. Dad showed us antique saddles and modern roping techniques on Antelope Island, Grace demonstrated dance moves during half time at a donkey basketball game, and Wright helped me find a relative—Miss Cowper, born in 1530 in Shelf, Yorkshire, England—for whom I can do temple work. Miles and I hiked to the top of Ensign Peak with Wright, Carole and girls, Miles, James, Spencer, and Jacob fed string rays with Gram and Grandad, Marjorie and I went for a bike ride (NOT 65 miles this time), Grace and Aliza did not get to chat enough and MacKay and Talmage joined the boys for Poker and Capture the Flag games that lasted into the wee hours of the morning. Even with the early morning hours (both staying up and getting up), the never-satiated ice cream appetites, and the incessant teasing, it was not too much. I think it is safe to say that we all eagerly anticipate our July family reunion. (Those who disagree may manifest by the appropriate sign.)
Now me….
Chick came home this weekend and his furry face is a welcome sight here on our Hislop Half-Acre….and not just because we put him to work….which we did. Though I did not awaken him Saturday morning with un-talented, off-key singing, I did put him directly to work when he woke up. We planted peach trees (Chick and I), fixed the secondary water (he and Lance), mucked out the chicken coop (me), stacked branches in the burn pile (Miles), and shaved Zorro. Now the hair on Chick’s face is longer than the hair on Zorro’s face….and Chick likes it that way. Zorro is not so happy about it.
It is wonderful to have Chick home, if only for the weekend. He and Miles and Grace enjoyed discussing Words of Radiance over dinner and I love enjoyed listening to them. The funny thing about the conversation was that I have read the book and had nothing to add to the discussion—I only vaguely remember the plot….Gotta love an aging memory!—and Grace has not read the book and had plenty to say…Gotta love the Hislop ability to B.S.!
Gotta love the garden as well. Last week was the 15th so, as promised, I have included farm photos. Sweet! (Well. Maybe not sweet yet but it will be sweet when the peas, peaches and pears are ripe….)
Home sweet home….. Family is what gives home its sweetness and God is who gave us families.
“God gave us families to help us become what He wants us to be--
This is how He shares His love, for the fam’ly is of God.”
[“God Gave Us Families”, Words and music: Matthew Neeley]
I am so grateful that God gave us families and I am so grateful that He wants us back!
Love,
Teresa
Grins and glares..... Lookin' forward to those teenage years!
    This is the type of saddle Mom rode.  |     This is the type of saddle Dad learned to ride on.  |
 Swing and..... |  ,,...catch! |
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Hislop Garden, April 15, 2017
 South side |  North side |
Berries and west orchard
 Peaches  Carrots  Beets |  Apricots  Peas  Spinach |
Lettuce
 Every day the neighbors rooster hopefully hangs out on the outside of our chicken coop, seeking an entry into the hen house |  Esther, shorn, also hangs out hopefully.... Surely there is grain in the bucket somewhere! |
Three little pigs
 Three show lambs |  |
 Chick's happy fuzzy face |  Zorro's unhappy, not-fuzzy face |
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