All Creatures Of Our God And King, arranged by former Calvary Church (Charlotte, NC) organist Dan Miller, performed by John Cleaveland on the Calvary Grand Organ.
We hit a significant milestone on our path to solar power last week. At the end of the last billing period the amount of energy we fed back into the grid was greater than the amount of energy we consumed from our electric utility.
That’s pretty cool.
When we moved here to Gilroy in 1997 we knew we wanted to plant roses. My maternal grandfather was in the wholesale nursery business, and one of the two companies he split his time between was the late, once-great Howard Rose Company. Roses are in my genes.
We planted roses in a couple of phases in the late 1990’s, first planting (without realizing what we were getting) miniatures and later full-sized rose bushes. The ones directly in front of the house have always done very well, but one lonely rose bush off to the side and next to the garage door has never put on more than a rose or two a year.
Until this year. And this year, wow! Lots of beautiful pink roses.
Sound familiar? Sound like God’s love and grace? Remember Luke 13:6-9?
Then he told this parable: “A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came looking for fruit on it and found none. So he said to the gardener, “See here! For three years I have come looking for fruit on this fig tree, and still I find none. Cut it down! Why should it be wasting the soil?’ He replied, “Sir, let it alone for one more year, until I dig around it and put manure on it. If it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.
I’m glad we were patient and gave the bush the opportunity to finally bear fruit.
A lesson for my daily life.
(Photos courtesy of Terry.)
The publication of my most recent blog entry about Rocca’s Market coincided, in a surprising synchronistic manner, with my business card being pulled out of the jar as the winner of their weekly drawing, which they announce on their Facebook page. Since I had posted that blog entry to their Facebook page they were concerned that my winning might make the drawing look rigged. Dan the sausage guy and Dan Rocca, co-owner, conferred and agreed that they would let my selection stand, but also select another winner.
Terry and I appreciated that decision. We ended up with some Bavarian Cheese sausage, hot links, and a lovely bottle of Chardonnay. The Chardonnay complimented our Saturday dinner, the sausages were grilled and put on sourdough bread on Sunday, and the hot links were added to our spaghetti on Monday. Marvelous, and thank you!
We loved being the winner of the drawing and got a kick out of our picture showing up on their Facebook page. First and foremost, though, we simply enjoy shopping at a local, family owned market with a full-service meat counter. On Friday Terry made a Rocca’s run and got us marinated tri tip (which we grilled on the barbecue — excellent!) and baked beans. She also picked up fresh halibut for Saturday, to which I added polenta.
How we managed to be in Gilroy for sixteen years without knowing what was really inside that modest building I have no clue. But we’re regular customers now. Why mess with pre-packaged meats in the supermarket when there’s a full-service meat (and seafood!) counter just up the road?
I’m rearranging my blog schedule for this week. For this evening, a moment of blog silence for Boston and my prayers go out to the dead, the injured, and all who were in any way affected by the explosions.
When Morning Gilds the Skies (Laudes Domini), arranged by. Samuel Metzger; Coral Ridge Presbyterian Church Chancel Choir; Dr. John L. Wilson, Conductor; Samuel Metzger, Organ
I saw this bumper sticker a couple of Sundays ago at Trader Joe’s. Given that the quote is from Jimi Hendrix, it’s obviously been around for a while. And considering the generation from which I come, I’m surprised that I haven’t come across it before, but I sure don’t remember it.
In any case, the sentiment is spot-on.