Showing posts with label rolling pin collection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rolling pin collection. Show all posts

Friday, January 7, 2022

The Key to Finding Happiness

“It is not how much we have,
but how much we enjoy,
that makes happiness.”
— Charles Spurgeon

This little gal finds happiness
in mixing and stirring
(oh, if only you could hear the pleasant chatter!)


I enjoy small blips of quietness and tidiness
amidst the mess and mayhem of memories😊💗

(Some people spring and fall clean.
I tend to winter-clean and reorganize 
because outdoor work is on pause!)
Rolling-pin-collection dusting is complete...
Why a rolling pin collection?!!
I have no idea other than once I started, I was amazed at
how many colours, shapes and sizes they come in...a bit like people😅

 


This life runs rife with choice and chance
That makes us pray or fuss/cuss
How we reply to circumstance
Is always up to us

This life runs rife with want and need
Awaiting our reply
Where common font of word and deed
Is up to you and I

This life runs rife with ups and downs
Beyond our control
A smorgasbord of smiles and frowns
To rankle and console

This life runs rife with so much care
Where all we have is lent
A feast to favor faith’s welfare
Is always God’s intent

This life runs rife with more or less
Of yes and no combined
The precious key to happiness
Is up to us to find

© Janet Martin

I am also enjoying some
Spurgeon , thanks to Christmas gifts!



Prov.3:13-18 KJV
Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, 
and the man that getteth understanding.
14 For the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver, 
and the gain thereof than fine gold
15 She is more precious than rubies: 
and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her
16 Length of days is in her right hand;
 and in her left hand riches and honour.
17 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
and all her paths are peace.
18 She is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her: 
and happy is every one that retaineth her.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Collecting Echoes

This is the time of year when I start to concede that maybe 
I have too much junk many collections... 

My largest collections are
rolling pins ...
...enamel-ware
 and poetry books
...and oh, what pleasure they have added to the ordinary!

Collectors walk that fine line between pack-rat and passion😏

some day
when I die
they
will pile a wagon high
and people will come
and sort throught the conglom
-eration
of these pieces of 
love
...and the auctioneer will call
what am I bid
the pictures of
the living they did
  hidden from eyes 
as they surmise
the size of the lot
and contemplate the price
and someone says
maybe 'I could use that' 
and another replies, 
'yeah, this might be nice'

...for the hands have been stilled 
that once thrilled
with the warmth of honest toil
as they filled
dishes with dinner
(fresh-from-the-garden-spoil)
Folded forever,
the fingers 
that lingered
between pages
as they highlighted a line 
here and there
The lips have laughed 
and kissed the last
tears of tots
and teddy-bears
when the milk was spilled

...here is the apron,
oft flour-dusty
as pies were rolled and filled
Now the rolling pins are passed on
like wooden batons
to the next generation
for stories not yet told
'what am I bid'
cries the auctioneer
'going once
going twice
sold!'
("throw in an extra rolling-pin"
he tells the bid-spotter
"We've got a lot of them to get rid of
...and just for the sake of love
a poem book or two
The things people collect!"
he said)

...and if I could I'd say
'yes, it's true,
it's true
Soundless echoes of 
home-sweet-love
that once upon my
little life
I knew'

Janet Martin


..


Friday, December 23, 2016

I Thought I Knew Love...

In the middle of life's messy muddle, there it was! a bit of heaven as three beaming boy-faces watched Janet pull the paper from their gift to her.
'It's pretty special' one of them hinted as she first went to place the wrapped gift under the tree and then she knew she couldn't wait 'til Christmas!



It's been a long time since I've added a rolling-pin to my collection.
Yesterday I received a very special addition.
Thank-you from the bottom of my heart:)

I thought I knew love
And reached to pluck its rose
But found, to my dismay, a thorn
Beneath its pretty pose

I thought I knew love
And donned my dancing shoes
But found the ball-room was a road
Of second-third mile dues

I thought I knew love
Then, much to my surprise
It kissed me in the middle of
Life's muddled paradise

© Janet Martin


Monday, November 26, 2012

I Collect Rolling Pins...




 Poetics Aside Prompt: Write a poem about something you collect (or would collect if you could).

I collect rolling pins
Because I think they are nice
But, if you plan on breaking in
I suggest you think twice!

Janet~

Friday, July 27, 2012

Collections...


Some collections we store on shelves
And some we place in bins
Or baskets or crocks or wine-racks
If the collection is rolling pins
(for those who’ve wondered how to display them:)

…I have a rare collection
Portraits of priceless art
I preserve their perfection
Safely in my heart

 Picture perfect memories
Collected lovingly
Placed on walls within my heart
To keep me company

God, let me make each moment
A priceless work of art
And one that would be fitting
To store within my heart

© Janet Martin

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Why Rolling-pins?

(this photo contains my smallest rolling pin and a few that I wish could talk;)

Why rolling pins?
They ask me,
intrigued as they count all 120 plus...
I smile and tell them
Well, because someday someone will ask
'Remember so-and-so's mom?'
and you will say 'no'
but then they will say,
'you know, the lady with all the rolling pins?'
and then you will laugh and say
oh! yes, I do!'

Why rolling pins?
I'm not sure,
 but there's something
solid and simple about them,
like me,
my values...
I like the images they conjure,
comfort,
fresh pie
hungry, eager children.
I look at the old battered one
and wish it could talk.
Did a loving young man carve it for his bride?
Did it ride a covered wagon
fiord streams,
finally to end up
in their first home in Canada?
Did it quietly perform,
helping a weary housewife rid herself of frustrations
she would never speak?
Did it get wielded overhead
as erring children fled,
or the dog with his nose in the stew?

I like the feel of a rolling pin in my hand.
Wooden dependability and
calming, in its back and forth motion
as I roll the pastry,
cookies,
humming,
thinking,
praying.

 Janet~

...and Laurie K.
on my other rolling pin post you asked if this means I like to bake...
I do:)
on some days:)

Friday, March 16, 2012

Rolling Pin Collection



Mary, thank-you for reminding me to do this...it is a long ever-due promise I made to Megan, at Lilacs and Lavender. They used to be in baskets...as you'll notice on the last few photos, I have moved some up on top of my cupboards where they don't need to be dusted quite as often:)See comments for further explanations on how this came to be...:)