

The rest are here.
(...чи Хансакери в Херсоні?)
Stories and photos from the daily life of "the Ukrainian Hunsuckers"







His head is clearing up, too.[On hearing that she can start praying now for God to send her a good future husband.] "Oh, He keeps the good ones in heaven?"
--Asya




Not what I think, but what thou [God] art, makes sure.
--George MacDonald, The Diary of an Old Soul






This is pretty much unposed. They wanted to do a lying-down-in-the-leaves photo, so Raia plopped down. Asya instantly tripped and fell on her. Jaan joined them, and I snapped a candid shot of the whole pile.
...then Asya had to add in a random kitty who came to see what the fun was about.
And that set our creative processes going! Even Jaan got involved.



I will add that his allergies, or whatever is mysteriously wrong with his nose, have taken over again, so he's been sneezing, sniffling, sneezing, snoring, sneezing, snuffling, and sneezing some more.
I discovered how to edit ebooks, though, so I'm afraid I've been messing around with them at least as much as reading. I can fix those typos that bother me so much now! As far as knitting, I finished my Kindle bag. I'll be working on my lovely shawl for quite a while.Surely one is nearer, if not to God himself, yet to the things God loves, in the country than amid ugly houses.
--George MacDonald, The Flight of the Shadow

I just can't think of what to write, so I'll have to ask him....
No worthier work can there be for a human soul that has found grace to conceive somewhat of God's loving-kindness, than to serve Him and watch and pray for those men whose sight is still darkened.
--Kristin Lavransdatter: The Mistress of Husaby, page 500

At The Zoo, by William Makepeace Thackeray, 1811-1868
First I saw the white bear, then I saw the black;
Then I saw the camel with a hump upon his back;
Then I saw the grey wolf, with mutton in his maw;
Then I saw the wombat waddle in the straw;
Then I saw the elephant a-waving of his trunk;
Then I saw the monkeys--mercy, how unpleasantly they smelt!
ОСЕНЬЮ, Афанасий Фет
Когда сквозная паутина
Разносит нити ясных дней
И под окном у селянина
Далекий благовест слышней,
Мы не грустим, пугаясь снова
Дыханья близкого зимы,
А голос лета прожитого
Яснее понимаем мы.
September, by Helen Hunt Jackson, 1830-1885
The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook,
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.
But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.
'Tis a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.
) I'm really enjoying Sigrid Unset's Kristin Lavrensdatter trilogy. It's nice to have some serious reading going again. And all I have on my needles right now is an August afghan square that I didn't get finished in August.
"I am to love God enough to be contented. . . . When I lack proper contentment, I have forgotten that God is God. . . . A quiet disposition and a heart giving thanks is the real test of the extent to which we love and trust God."
--Francis Schaeffer in True Spirituality, Chapter 1"Christ called his followers to take up the cross daily. True, we accept Christ as Savior once for all; we are justified, and our guilt is gone forever. But after that there is this daily, moment-by-moment aspect. The existentialist is right when he puts his emphasis on the reality of the moment-by-moment situation. He is wrong in many things, but he is right there."
--Francis Schaeffer in True Spirituality, Chapter 2

I'll just be like in the old NTM aviation video where the pilot is escaping from the guerrillas, and with every step he says, "Thank you, Lord."
