A Birthday Present for PAPA!
Yes I’m Back at last! It’s last October since we put anything on our Blog, and if you have, like some, been taking the occasional peek to see if we had actually gotten around to doing anything, sorry is the best we can say. You see we have both been in a sort of hidden, not actually dark but very grey place, somewhere we both felt you would not want to read what we might want to say. But enough of the this and the that of the past we’re back, not with any promise to be regular or anything like that, but just to say something now and again.
So what are the title and the picture all about? Well, in a way it’s about one thing and yet it’s about everything. It’s about me and yet it’s about my family and how they try to show their undoubted love and how they want to please me particularly at my birthday. The next one is a big one!!! One with a polo mint at the end!
You see some months back I began to think about waste and recycling a bit more seriously, and then Iris and I went over to visit our folks in Chester. While there during the numerous conversations that I delight to have with my son David, the subject of Worm Farms came up. These ingenious little units take in your household waste and with the help of hundreds of our squiggly wiggly friends turn something that the world doesn’t want, even rejects, into something practical and useful. Something which when used can encourage growth in others, and which can feed them.
Ops! Is my metaphor beginning to show just a little bit? Ok you got me, much as I am really excited with my worm farm and indeed the love and trouble all of my family went to get it to me. See pretty picture above! I am having some deeper thoughts which in a way sort of explain our absence. You see we, needed some recycling. Someone to take the waste leftover, unfinished decaying bits of our lives and make them useful again and we know the very man. Jesus, He’s the one to restore the years even the minutes that the locusts have eaten to give us back a meaning for our very existence. So what about you? Fancy a bit of recycling today? Talk to you again soon.
So what are the title and the picture all about? Well, in a way it’s about one thing and yet it’s about everything. It’s about me and yet it’s about my family and how they try to show their undoubted love and how they want to please me particularly at my birthday. The next one is a big one!!! One with a polo mint at the end!
You see some months back I began to think about waste and recycling a bit more seriously, and then Iris and I went over to visit our folks in Chester. While there during the numerous conversations that I delight to have with my son David, the subject of Worm Farms came up. These ingenious little units take in your household waste and with the help of hundreds of our squiggly wiggly friends turn something that the world doesn’t want, even rejects, into something practical and useful. Something which when used can encourage growth in others, and which can feed them.
Ops! Is my metaphor beginning to show just a little bit? Ok you got me, much as I am really excited with my worm farm and indeed the love and trouble all of my family went to get it to me. See pretty picture above! I am having some deeper thoughts which in a way sort of explain our absence. You see we, needed some recycling. Someone to take the waste leftover, unfinished decaying bits of our lives and make them useful again and we know the very man. Jesus, He’s the one to restore the years even the minutes that the locusts have eaten to give us back a meaning for our very existence. So what about you? Fancy a bit of recycling today? Talk to you again soon.
posted by celtsonfire | 10:56 AM
1 Comments:
Hi Tom,
Great to see you are blogging, I suppose I'll have to get back and do some too. I laughed because when I saw the picture it prompted me to think a nice breakfast of bacon, eggs and tomatoes - that's what I need, then I realised after reading it was your worm farm - now I don't feel like a cooked breakfast at all.
Blessings Bro
Carl.
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