Please, Push the Button!

Welcome friends...thanks for coming by. We're seeking beauty in all of creation... in our faith and our families; our art and our music; our crafts and kitchens, and even in our own backyard. We'll share a poem or a recipe, a picture or a memory; maybe a dream of how we wish our life could be. And though we acknowledge that the world can be harsh, we're keeping it pleasant in our little corner; endeavoring to keep the words from the Book of all Books: ...Whatsoever things are lovely; think on these things.

I so enjoy hearing from you...so leave me a comment; it'll make my day!

Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Please, Push the Button!

OK friends, I have to admit it. I've been feeling a little sad, a little insecure about my lack of followers. But then a sweet blogger friend pointed out the obvious...I didn't have a 'follower' button. Oh hallelujia, maybe I am a decent writer, maybe they do like me...all they lacked was the button! I've fixed that now. So please... if you visit occasionally, do me the honor of pressing that 'follow' button on the upper left side of my blog. And I'll be sure to follow you too! I know...shameless self promotion. That's why I'm reading "Insecure No More"--it's in my previous post...yikes, more self promotion. Hmm, maybe I should just leave it at that and sign off now...

Thanks a bunch,

3 comments:

BECKY said...: Yay, Debora!! I am proud and happy to become a follower! Thanks for becoming one of mine, too!; July 2, 2011 at 6:12 PM
Aunty Belle said...: Hi hi!!

Of course there are always FAR more followers that you imagine. Some are very silent--timid or curious but silent.

But Sugar Pie, doan measure yore effect on others by the visible numbers--why ya never know when one thang ya say, one image ya show gives somebody a lift, or a new direction, or courage, or a new idea, or a smile...ya never ever know the true impact yore life has on another.

I doan worry too much about followers 'cause I doan want folsk to think they have to be regulars--I'se so happy to see ya whenever ya can git by the Porch. An I reads many many blogs whar' I isn't on the follower list. Reckon I'se jes' contrary that way.

On another topic--whoa! I really need to read taht book ya list on yore sidebar: How to Garden Wiser as you Grow Older.

Happy Independence Day! May all yores be blessed today!; July 4, 2011 at 6:54 AM
Debora said...: Aunty Belle, your the best! Thanks for the encouragement. And yes, that book is very helpful to gardeners of a certain age!; July 4, 2011 at 10:51 AM

I Am From

I Am From...

by Debora Rorvig

I am from a lumber mill worker’s company house
with peeling paint and a sidewalk made of two by fours.
From faded flannel shirts that smell of pine and cedar boughs.

I am from Mason Jars of homed-canned pears,
from Dairygold milk with cream on top
in bottles on the porch.

I am from a garden plot with rows and rows of golden corn
that always wanted hoeing,
and from atop the highest branches of the Gravenstein apple tree in the Attolini’s orchard-
with apple juice dripping from my chin.

I am from saurkraut and wooden shoes-
the Millers and the Youngedykes,
and from the lively Scottish clan
who wear the McKinnon tartan.

From farmers and woodsmen
plain folk all,
who’s hands were calloused hard
but who’s hearts were tender-soft.

I am from ‘what will the neighbors think’
and ‘if you can’t say something nice,
don’t say anything at all.’

From saints and sinners who didn’t see eye to eye
but loved each other anyway,
and in their own way.

I am from the Western shores of Washington
strewn with agates, kelp and driftwood,
from Steelhead salmon, salty smoked
and chowder made from clams we dug
at Semiahmoo spit.

I am from my mother Ruby,
who taught me how to sew
on the old Singer treadle machine;
and told me all about my heritage.

And from my daddy, Raymond Claude
who took me nightcrawler hunting in the moonlight
and showed me how to bait my hook
and fish along the Nooksack River’s edge.

I am from an ancient, tattered Holy Bible kept safely on the upper shelf
with pictures of Jesus Christ
and a letter edged in black- carefully tucked inside.
There are births and deaths recorded there,
and a poem by great- great grandfather Alexander Laughlin Mckinnon
who I never met--and yet I know him
better than some I’ve met.

Precious is that Book to me.

And that is where I am from.

My Life List

*Seek first the Kingdom
*Never stop dreaming
*Make a difference in my students' lives
*Create alternate streams of income to fund my goals
*Dress with flair
*Master virbrato on my violin
*Try cross country skiing in Eastern Washington
*Lose those extra pounds and be healthy
*Be more active in my church
*Stop fearing things, people and confrontation; say what I think
*Stop Hurrying
*Inspire my grandchildren
*Own a Cottage on the Beach
*Live the Word
*Memorize the Book of Hebrews
*Find the perfect hairdo
*Be myself
*Look up old friends and make new ones
*Remodel the kitchen and bathroom
*Make my garden lovely
*Sleep under the stars in the desert and hear coyotes howl
*Write and publish a book(s)
*Travel toRio de Janiero, Cape Breton, South of France, Italy,Scotland, Wales, UK, Ireland, Norway, Turks & Caicos, New York City and the Eastern Seaboard; The Deep South, Africa

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Please, Push the Button!

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