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This Week In My Garden

Here’s what’s going on in the Plain Jane flower garden this week. 

Kiddos exploring the newest blooms.

Gomphrena shooting up.

Beaujolais sweet pea!

Sweet pea elegance, deep red.

Row of snapdragons.


The zinnias are coming!

People say every week that they don’t see much blooming. You absolutely have to get in the rows and explore! So here’s a sampling leftover from the market this weekend. 

This Week In My Garden

Some of the blogs I read have a weekly picture posted of their garden progress. 

It dawned on me that I should so the same here and there! This year has been less than an ideal gardening year. Between weather (always, right?), moving it to our new property (which we don’t actually reside at), growing almost 100% new-to-us plant varieties and a gazillion other little things…it got a ssllllooooowwww start. 

Did you say that in slow-mo? Because you were definitely supposed to!

But now, about a month later than we expected, things are established and growing and FINALLY starting to bloom! 

I wish I had though if it sooner, but here’s last week’s photo, followed by a few from this week.

It’s February…

…and for the first time, I don’t know where the winter has gone. Not that it’s over; it’s far from over here. We’ll have a lot more cold winds, a couple more big snows and it won’t really feel warm (at least to me) until June.

But it’s February. And the winter is flying by. It’s been a winter of change. Not a lot of visible change has taken place (unless you count the addition of the dairy cow in September, but by now she feels like she’s been around forever) but so much has changed in my heart.

I think God has us all wired certain ways. By that I mean there’s a reason I’m not a doctor, or a secretary for that matter. (Just for a minute there it was hilarious to picture me acting like I have any administrative qualities.)

So our hearts have been drawn in the direction they’re going since forever. But this winter, something is stirring inside of us.

More accurately God is doing the stirring and what He is mixing up is some crazy concoction that includes love. Love and a whole lot of reconsidering what is real and right and worthwhile.

It’s funny (in a peculiar way) how we adopt habits and opinions and positions and whole lives based on things that aren’t really that important. I’m sure my friend Bob wouldn’t mind me stealing his format to say this:

I used to think a lot of things, but now I know that God wants me to stop thinking and do a whole lot more…doing. Loving, to be exact.

Ok, so I’ve never met Bob Goff. But I do know (for darn sure) that we would be friends if I did.

There are so many questions that have come up about what Christians should and shouldn’t do. Sometimes I can get overwhelmed (as you probably know if you’ve read more than half a blog post) when I think about things like family and ministry and the state of the church and the needs in this world.

Maybe you can help. If I (and you) can tell my brain to stop thinking about it so much, maybe I can stop squeezing love into my daily schedule and start squeezing my to-do list into a life filled with love. I used to get overwhelmed by the gravity of the problems. But my friend Bob (there I go again) has helped me to see God has a plan.

It’s me. It’s you. It’s a whole lot of messed up people who have the kahones (the spell checker in me needs you to know that the correct Spanish is cojones, fyi) to go out and do something. You know, like besides arguing about it on Facebook.

If I get it all figured out, I’ll let you know. For now I think we should agree to trade grace and make a beeline toward Jesus. We’ll both get off track and meet some really cool people along the way. You bring a friend and I’ll bring a friend, k? It’ll be better than a tupperware party in 1994.


Oh. I guess to make this a “good” blog post it needs some pictures. So here’s some Johnson winter for you folks.


Baking goodies.


Dress up!


Felfie! (Farm animal selfie – I didn’t even make that up. Google it.)


She’s explaining something incredibly deep while he polishes her toe nails. Priceless!


Are you doing anything for advent?

I struggle every year with the bulk of American Christmas traditions. Why are we doing them? What do they have to do with Jesus?

I want my kids to wake up Christmas morning with excitement that they know and worship the God who came down in humility to rescue them. Nothing else. Just Jesus.

I found this advent book a couple years ago and I’ve really enjoyed it. It helps our family to focus on the character of the God we’re following after.

Usually I hang up some kind of neat boxes or something to open. But alas, this year we have big changes on the horizon and it just wasn’t come together. (Note: Not to be read “we’re having another baby;” nice try though!)

So this year we’re doing a simple countdown with our wooden nativity puzzle (found on etsy). Everyday we move our wisemen and their lone camel up one rock on the path to Bethlehem. Then we sit down and read our advent story.

Strolling past the bug collection on the way to Bethlehem!

Strolling past the bug collection on the way to Bethlehem!


It’s not fancy shmancy, but it’s been quite enjoyable for us! Are you doing anything for advent?


Some days…

Some days I have sick kids. 

Some days I wonder if I ever went to sleep. 

Some days I’m physically and emotionally exhausted.

Some days I just don’t have it in me.

Some days I can’t hold to my “I hate tv” ideals.

Some days I have to choose between a clean house and showing my children I care.

Today I choose them.  Not everyday.

But some days… 


   At the risk of ruining that sweet feeling you have inside, let’s be real. If my fairy godmother showed up at the door and told me to go get some rest, I’d be in the tub before you could say…
I’m to tired to think of something clever.