Elizabeth Goudge

A Gander Through the Garden in Autumn

Swimming in the Salmon Ladders, somewhere near Mt Rainier, Washington

With one last summer adventure playing in the salmon ladders in our nearby forest, uniforms purchased, and school supplies dropped off, our summer break has come to a close, our school and my little piano studio has begun! A heavy haze of smoke from distant wildfires are upon us. Its harvest time in our valley and those who work in the orchards and fields are in their busiest season. In our little garden boxes and flower beds, we too are harvesting our little crop. The strawberries have sent their tendrils out to every corner of the strawberry box; the raspberry box is filled with fresh green shoots and are continuing to produce delicious berries. I can just imagine the bounty next summer when I cut back the stems that produced fruit this year. I want to set it up slightly different next year to accommodate the entire box of stems that are standing up waving in the air with no guidance at the moment shouting to me, “I’m here! What do I do now?”. Among the surrounding area, the weeds are growing like crazy, so more work needs to be done there. 

We have a large pumpkin and some smaller ones, so that is satisfactory for this year. I don’t treat the apple tree with any kind of spray so the chickens have been enjoying all our worm eaten apples that already lay on the ground ready to be scooped up into the bucket and taken to the coop. As the apples begin their process of decay on the ground (and on the branches), the sweet apple scent drifts toward me as I walk past our tired, contented old tree. Maybe that’s like us in old age, will our lives smell their sweetest in our elderly years, Lord willing, filled with wisdom and good, helpful words to serve others?

My dahlia, with a fresh haircut from our Praying Mantis

My sunflower decided to blossom, and another one today! One of my dahlias bloomed. I’m still a novice at caring for dahlias. When it did blossom, I noticed it had gotten a haircut! The tips were gone. I’m thinking our praying mantis was the culprit. My hibiscus was packed too tightly in the container I had for it, and the poor blossoms just shriveled up and died each time they appeared. I transplanted it today into a larger area and gave it more healthy soil and water. Maybe we will still see some hibiscus blossoms this year. There was one I got to enjoy but only for a day before it gave up! There is so much to learn about different varieties of plants. The blueberries did fine. They are still getting established, but I’m happy with them. 

The lavender. 

Oh the lavender! She grew with bounty and gusto this summer! I couldn’t keep up with watering her so the flowers dried up to a crisp early. But nevermind! My youngest decided to make lavender tea! It was delicious! Tonight he harvested more of the lavender. As soon as I walked into the kitchen, I could smell the fragrance of relaxation. His plan is to plant a tea garden next summer in the new garden boxes. Fresh loose leaf tea with a dolop of honey, handed to me in a warm mug? Let’s do it!

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Lavender Tea Recipe

Cut a few sprigs of lavender and dry them by tieing a string around them and letting them dry out for a couple days, OR use a dehydrator OR use the oven at a low temperature for about an hour or two. Put the loose leaves into a tea strainer, a tea ball, or a tea infuser (basically all the same thing), and pour boiling water over them. Let the tea steep for 4 minutes and remove the leaves. Sweeten with sugar or honey! 

For Labor Day, we feasted on jalapenos. Of the four plants I bought, I thought there’d be a lot more. However, we will be content with what we were able to grow. We made jalapeno poppers as a Labor Day appetizer, and they were delicious. Below is our jalapeno popper recipe. Tomorrow, I head to the local orchard shop to pick up some fresh peaches. I hope you, too, are enjoying the fruits of your labor, and relishing in the beauty of the journey. 

Jalapeño Poppers Recipe

Supplies & Ingredients:

-vinyl gloves: these are very important when working with jalapenos. We’ve learned the hard way. You don’t want to get any of the seeds or juice of the jalapeno on your hands where you could transfer it to your eyes or other surfaces where it could be transferred to others!

-20 toothpicks

-20 jalapenos

-1 package of 20 slices of bacon

-1 container of whipped cream cheese

Preheat oven to 450.

Cut the jalapeno in half, and discard all the seeds. Do this for each jalapeno.

Lather the cream cheese into the cavity of one half of the jalapeno. Roll it up in a slice of bacon. Secure it with a toothpick and set it on the tray. Its ideal to have a wire rack on top of the cookie sheet/pan so the heat can evenly bake the poppers. Bake in the oven for about 25-30 minutes. 

Enjoy! They might be a little spicy, but much less so than in their raw state. I’ll post another garden update later this Fall when I’m ready to prune and put the garden to sleep for the winter. 

As for gardens of words… I leave with a quote from my summer reading:

For such was unconsciously the attitude of each of them towards each new phase of each new day; it was not unimportant; it had some new discovery hidden within it for the finding. It was the attitude of the trained mind collecting the evidence; in their case for the Christian thesis that all things, somehow, work together for good.
— Elizabeth Goudge, Gentian Hill

Gathering Gardens of Words ~ March

One of my blueberry bushes awakening to Spring.

The gate of Spring has lavishly swung open and welcomed us into its joyful cadence. I noticed the first clues last week on a walk as everywhere around me, burgeoning buds of green emerged from branches ever so cautiously. Cows arrived in fields, baby goats and sheep lay in pastures of sunshine, and birdsong was heard in bushes and trees as I meandered past. Of course, the familiar dog friends came running out to bark uproariously as we passed by quickly on the other side of the road. At home, I moved my outdoor plants back to their stations, hoping they survived the winter. Day by day, I gave a passing glance at the branches to see if anything was happening, and it was. Marvel reawakened in me as it does every Spring. You’d think after forty-six revolutions of the Earth around the sun, I would not be surprised anymore by the seasons changing, but each turning of the season brings a fresh delight to my soul. I hope that I will never lose that wonder, even when I am eighty years old.

We entered Holy Week at our church this past Sunday, led in worship by the younger members of our congregation, waving palm branches, the older kids guiding and carrying the younger ones during the first hymn. With pure joy, we were led into this most important of weeks in the Christian calendar, led by children and infants to worship the King. It was a fitting start to this week of joyful illuminating hope and celebration of the victory of our King over the sin and death of this dark world.

This month, I’ve gathered some words to share with you, some beautiful words that have watered my soul and nourished my thinking. I hope they bless anyone who is reading today, that these words point you to the Creator, the Savior, the Risen King, Jesus who sits this very day on His throne. May you know Him more deeply today than ever before.

Photo by Blake Verdoorn on Unsplash, Multnomah Falls, Oregon

“Joy being of God was a living thing, a fountain not a cistern, one of those divine things that are possessed only as they overflow and flow away, and not easily come by because it must break into human life through the hard crust of sin and contingency. Joy came now here, now there, was held and escaped.”

― Elizabeth Goudge, The Dean's Watch

The Good Shepherd, by I. Lilias Trotter

Beneath Thy Cross

Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon--
I, only I.

Yet give not o'er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.

-Christina Rossetti

Photo by Alexander Ramsey on Unsplash

“And Christ’s life indeed makes it manifest, terrifyingly manifest, what dreadful untruth it is to admire the truth instead of following it. When there is no danger, when there is a dead calm, when everything is favorable to our Christianity, then it is all too easy to confuse an admirer with a follower. And this can happen very quietly. The admirer can be under the delusion that the position he takes is the true one, when all he is doing is playing it safe. Give heed, therefore, to the call of discipleship!” - Søren Kierkegaard, Bread and Wine, Readings for Lent and Easter

Blossom in the Desert, I. Lilias Trotter

“Oh, that we may learn to die to all that is of self with this royal joyfulness that swallows up death in victory in God’s world around! He can make every step of the path full of the triumph of gladness that glows in the golden leaves. Glory be to His Name!”

― I. Lilias Trotter, Parables of the Cross

Gathering Gardens of Words ~February

We visited some friends this week for dinner and I noticed they had one of those glass-framed moving sandscapes. I used to love those as a kid. I was waiting to pick it up and change the scenery and when I couldn’t wait any longer, I tipped it this way and that, watching the sand fall and move into a new scene. There is something calming about these blessed inventions. When we read good books, especially the slow reading of words on a paper page that we turn with our fingers, we give ourselves time for these words to settle into our minds and we give ourselves time to consider well-crafted words and phrases, like the sand that settles into new forms when tilted to and fro. We behold beauty in those words and scenes that are formed afresh in our imaginations.

This year, in my corner of the online writing world, I plan to share quotes from books I’ve been reading, fresh scenes wondrously crafted that they may be like a fresh wind from the west to clear away the debris of the mind and bring little visions of light. And perhaps, you may just find a new book that piques your interest. Perhaps the turning of pages will bring a stillness and slowing down amidst the rush and speed of our lives and circumstances. Here below are a few quotes I’m sharing in February.

In Winter, we love to visit the Bavarian town of Leavenworth, WA as a family. On one of our trips, we found this tiny library, a miniature model of a little bookstore. It was about 10 inches tall. I couldn’t help but take a picture to remember it.

Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery. ”

― Wendell Berry, Hannah Coulter

“There is always a cost to wrongdoing and it must fall on someone. Either the wrongdoer bears it or someone else must. This is true even if the wrong is not something that can be measured financially. The cost may be in reputation or relationship or health or something else. To forgive is to deny oneself revenge (Romans 12:17–21), to absorb the cost, to not exact repayment by inflicting on them the things they did to you in order to “even the score.” Therefore forgiveness is always expensive to the forgiver, but the benefits—at the very least within your heart, and at best in the restoration of relationship and a witness to the power of the gospel—outweigh the cost.”

― Timothy J. Keller, Forgive: Why Should I and How Can I?

“Humility, the place of entire dependence on God, is the first duty and the highest virtue of the creature, and the root of every virtue. And so pride, or the loss of this humility, is the root of every sin and evil.”

― Andrew Murray, Humility: The Journey Toward Holiness

“The highest glory of the creature is in being only a vessel, to receive and enjoy and show forth the glory of God. It can do this only as it is willing to be nothing in itself, that God may be all. Water always fills first the lowest places.”

― Andrew Murray, Humility: The Journey Toward Holiness

Now I know what we were trying to stand for, and what I believe we did stand for: the possibility that among the world's wars and sufferings two people could love each other for a long time, until death and beyond, and could make a place for each other that would be a part of their love, as their love for each other would be a way of loving their place. This love would be one of the acts of greater love that holds and cherishes all the world.

― Wendell Berry, Hannah Coulter

It was the literacy that gave him his great joy at Dobson’s for in the schoolroom there was a shelf containing a few tattered books, given by some kindly citizen, and the boys were allowed to read them on Saturday nights. Few made use of the privilege, for they couldn’t read well enough, but Job read them all… All the books had pictures in them. The books were like rooms in a great house and the pictures were lamps lit in the room to show them to him. As he read his dreams slowly changed…

― Elizabeth Goudge, The Dean’s Watch