Wednesday we had a tennis tournament in Jenks…so when we were through

 Go Gracie, go Gracie…

we went to the market and bought vegetable plants from a family set up in one of the parking lots of the old antique mall…I have been buying plants from them for years…

He has beautiful plants, chimeneas and all things wonderful…like this hanging variety of alyssum…

If I could bottle its scent…(happy mom?  snicker)

(all photos by Grace)

What an amazing God we serve…the beauty around us, in such a variety…sigh…

and this year market man had vegetables…AND he had some heirlooms…

This isn’t one of them, it is actually a bright red geranium, but I like what Grace did to the light…kind of dreamy…

I called to check with my friend Julie to see if I could buy some Romas off their garden man…

“Nope, he wiped out all his plants trying a home remedy on a bug infestation!”

APHID Parallel Game-Tree

How sad!

So I decided to purchase my plants with Grace…we came home and put them in the ground right away…and then we watered them in…

Mr. Jenks Gardener suggested planting some marigolds with the tomatos, we heeded his advice…

May God bless the work of our hands…

we would like to set up at farmer’s markets with some kids from church if we can…

Psalm 90

A prayer of Moses the man of God.

 1 Lord, you have been our dwelling place
       throughout all generations.

 2 Before the mountains were born
       or you brought forth the earth and the world,
       from everlasting to everlasting you are God.

 3 You turn men back to dust,
       saying, “Return to dust, O sons of men.”

 4 For a thousand years in your sight
       are like a day that has just gone by,
       or like a watch in the night.

 5 You sweep men away in the sleep of death;
       they are like the new grass of the morning-

 6 though in the morning it springs up new,
       by evening it is dry and withered.

 7 We are consumed by your anger
       and terrified by your indignation.

 8 You have set our iniquities before you,
       our secret sins in the light of your presence.

 9 All our days pass away under your wrath;
       we finish our years with a moan.

 10 The length of our days is seventy years—
       or eighty, if we have the strength;
       yet their span  is but trouble and sorrow,
       for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

 11 Who knows the power of your anger?
       For your wrath is as great as the fear that is due you.

 12 Teach us to number our days aright,
       that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

 13 Relent, O LORD! How long will it be?
       Have compassion on your servants.

 14 Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,
       that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.

 15 Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,
       for as many years as we have seen trouble.

 16 May your deeds be shown to your servants,
       your splendor to their children.

 17 May the favor of the Lord our God rest upon us;
       establish the work of our hands for us—
       yes, establish the work of our hands.