This week my home feels empty! My three oldest have gone to BYU for EFY this week, and my S is with my parents in SLC. I have only the two girls and J! Last night they all slept on the same top bunk, B's bed! We are missing our others! Yesterday on the way home from errands, J said "Nanner Home? Nanner Home?" He loves C, and we haven't seen him for two weeks now! He went up with my parents last week, and then to EFY this week. We will be glad to have everyone home again this weekend!
We loved Memorial day this year! I long to visit the graves of my own family, but haven't made it yet this year. I hope to this weekend. We did attend a memorial service at the cemetary in St. George on Monday. We were surprized that it was the same people we see in other circles there. Scouters are good people who know how to make things happen! They volunteer in many organizations, accomplishing much good!
That morning we sent Sr. team off to BYU and B & I went out to finish the hand filling on the sprinkler trenches to complete that project. G.M. was kind enough to bring his equipment out at noon to finish off backfilling that project, now ready for tree holes to be dug! The Youth Conference service project is next Saturday. I have some 16 scouts I have been working with to get these projects ready for Saturday. I will be grateful to have them all ready to go! I have 5 scouts going to their Board of Review tonight to approve their projects. I have been meeting with them daily for weeks now! This is the last set prior to this youth conference! I am grateful for their help, and happy to get to know the young people in the stake. It is amazing to see the goodness of people when there is a positive project to work on! Much like pioneer ancestors who improved their community by planting trees, we are now adding our part.
Love this quote from Wallace Stagnar:
“Mormon Trees” (pages 21-24) from Mormon Country triggered the most poignant memories. In his paean to Lombardy poplars, Stegner chose to “judge a people by its trees” and found both worthy. “Wherever they went the Mormons planted them. …They give a quality to the land so definite that it is almost possible to mark the limits of the Mormon Country by the trees.” Older women held my hand and told me of climbing the Lombardys in their backyards as children; the trees served as their refuge, their place of solitude. Their eyes sparkled. Together, we lamented their diminishing numbers.
We loved Memorial day this year! I long to visit the graves of my own family, but haven't made it yet this year. I hope to this weekend. We did attend a memorial service at the cemetary in St. George on Monday. We were surprized that it was the same people we see in other circles there. Scouters are good people who know how to make things happen! They volunteer in many organizations, accomplishing much good!
That morning we sent Sr. team off to BYU and B & I went out to finish the hand filling on the sprinkler trenches to complete that project. G.M. was kind enough to bring his equipment out at noon to finish off backfilling that project, now ready for tree holes to be dug! The Youth Conference service project is next Saturday. I have some 16 scouts I have been working with to get these projects ready for Saturday. I will be grateful to have them all ready to go! I have 5 scouts going to their Board of Review tonight to approve their projects. I have been meeting with them daily for weeks now! This is the last set prior to this youth conference! I am grateful for their help, and happy to get to know the young people in the stake. It is amazing to see the goodness of people when there is a positive project to work on! Much like pioneer ancestors who improved their community by planting trees, we are now adding our part.
Love this quote from Wallace Stagnar:
“Mormon Trees” (pages 21-24) from Mormon Country triggered the most poignant memories. In his paean to Lombardy poplars, Stegner chose to “judge a people by its trees” and found both worthy. “Wherever they went the Mormons planted them. …They give a quality to the land so definite that it is almost possible to mark the limits of the Mormon Country by the trees.” Older women held my hand and told me of climbing the Lombardys in their backyards as children; the trees served as their refuge, their place of solitude. Their eyes sparkled. Together, we lamented their diminishing numbers.