This Summer’s Garden Gems

This year our garden is blooming with colour.  Here are a few of the flowers we have – Black-eyed susans, Speedwell, bee balm and more.  Take a walk through our garden.

Bee balm portrait 2019

Cosmos 2019Black-eyed Susans and daisies 2019

purple spikes 2019

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Adirondack Chair in a Bottle etc.

This is a craft that I did for Father’s Day – an Adirondack chair in a bottle to remind someone of pleasant summer days at the beach or cottage.

2019 Adorondak chair in a bottleBack of adorondak chair in a bottle

I really enjoyed making this.  I used popsicle sticks which I hot-glued together to

make my version of an Adirondack chair.  I placed decorative sand, tiny shells and

a piece of felt to represent a towel in a wide-mouthed bottle.  I then place the chair

on top.  I taped the top with decorative tape after gluing the top in place.  What I

liked more than the tape was the rope cord-wrapped top one of the other crafters

did as it looked more nautical. This was one of the crafts that our church craft group

made for the local senior’s extended care establishment.

Here are more of the crafts we made:

2019 crafts for Father's Day

 

Some Say

Some Say

© 2019 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

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Some say I believe myths, Lord,

But I think that’s so unfair

Since they believe that U F O’s

Are flying everywhere.

 

Some say You are a crutch, Lord,

But You’re just what I need

For I am lame in Spirit

And your help makes me succeed.

 

Some say its just happenstance

All the miracles I see,

But miracles keep happening

When I ask You faithfully.

 

Some say that I am blind, Lord,

To the truth that science finds,

But I cannot forget, Lord,

That You made those human minds.

 

Although I love my friends, Lord,

I know they’ve been misled.

Please open up their hearts, Lord,

To the truth You’ve done and said.

The One Who Makes the Wind Obey

Jesus Calms the storm                                                                                               

The One Who Makes the Wind Obey
© 2019 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

1)
The ocean swells with the rising tide
And I cannot see the other side.
My craft is small and the water deep,
But I must cross it before I sleep.

refrain
How wonderful to trust my frail steps
To the One who made the ocean depths;
To the One who makes the wind obey,
My Jesus, who carries me all the way.

2)
As I sail over the bounding waves,
I trust my soul to the One who saves,
Mightier is He than any king,
God, the Maker of everything.

3)
I am never alone, have no fear,
For my Protector is always near.
He guides me through every storm
And shelters me from eternal harm.

Trinket Box for Mother’s Day

I do love the dollar stores where I get most of my craft supplies. Our church craft club plans to make Mother’s Day gifts for the Seniors at our local manor.  I completed three crafts for examples of what we are going to make.  Here are the results:

  1. A felt-lined wooden trinket box with decoupaged flowers from a paper napkin on the top and sides.
  2. Three felt flower brooches with safety pin backs.
  3. Cupcake wrapper flowers in a lace embellished glass jar.

Decoupaged top of trinket box for mother's DayTrinket box for Mother's Day

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felt flower brooches for Mothers Day

Cupcake wrapper flowers for Mothers Day

Something About That Man

Jesus carrrying his Cross

 

Something About That Man

© 2016 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

Oh, what’s the hubub in the street?

I hear the sound of marching feet.

I hear the shouts of and angry crowd-

They’re coming near; they’re getting loud.

 

See the Man with the crown of thorns?

He is the one that King Herod scorns.

They’re driving him up Godgotha’s slope-

A merciless place without hope.

 

There’s something about that Man’s face

Reminds me of a time or place

Where he and his friends shared their meal

And went about to teach and heal.

 

They say he now claims to be God

And his miracles were a fraud.

But I saw the lame he made walk,

The blind to see, the mute to talk.

 

I heard the stories that he taught

And felt the hope that Man brought.

I must protest this awful fate

Brought on because of fear and hate.

 

Yet, I stand silent on the hill,

Urging my conscience to be still

And when they plant that awful tree,

My voice is stopped; my eyes won’t see.

 

As I gaze at the darkened sky,

I hear his words, his groaning cry,

“Father,  forgive them for my sake,’

And I feel my own heart break.

 

 

What’s the Buzz?

This is the spring pattern I designed for material to make a pillow and two tea towels. It was  fun to draw, easily sewn, and is a cheery addition to my kitchen.  It is just the reminder of coming garden flowers that I need in April.  I drew the black on white design, scanned it and filled in the colour in Photo Shop.  Then I uploaded it to Spoonflower.  Now the tea towel hangs in my kitchen and the pillow is on our couch.

What's the Buzz?#edit