Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Rest For The Weary


One of my life's pleasure is this place called "Pumzika Acres".  If you are a regular follower of this blog you already are aware that this is a Kiswahili (language of East Africa) word and that it is in the simple imperative form, meaning simply, "You Rest!"  Naturally, after my recent attempt to walk the "100 Mile Wilderness" section of the AT, I thought it would be a good idea to come out here for a few days and rest.  Of course - after letting things go here for a year now, the first thing was a little bit of cleaning.  In the picture below you see that I have pulled on a rubber glove to dig the last of the rats out of the stove.  The medicine I put out last September has taken out at least a dozen of these fur-lined and industrious critters.
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Here you can see the ambitious plans that these critters had, as they carried paper, cotton, pieces of wire, immitation flowers, paper towels and cotton under the stove top.

My missionary friend, Gordon B. spent the better part of the day burning up fallen limbs from the horrific gusts of wind we have had in East Tennessee this summer.

I washed the dishes one day in water fetched from the creek.  It was such beautiful weather outside!

As some old rotting pieces of lumber were tossed onto the fire, this young snake crawled out and headed straight for me.  Fortunately I saw him before he saw me. 

One day my good friend (Ed W.) brought his accordion out and we sung til we could sing no more.  This man is an accomplished musician who has written over 200 songs - some of which have been very popular in church music.

On one of our trips around the mountain (riding the Kawasaki Mule) we spotted this beautiful butterfly!

And another butterfly!

Across the creek we met Bonnie and Lee.  Lee is a Baptist Preacher with a wonderful testimony.  Very interesting couple.

7 comments:

jack69 said...

Ah, to my friend I say 'Rest'. Yeah I know there are certain kinds of 'work' that is REST. I know you enjoy and love "Pomzika acre". Know also that your friends get a kick out of the mts also.
I hope we can see you in Florida, if not we will make it across the mts to see Frances.(hope to see you too!)

Love to you my friend, so glad we have gotten back in touch, 'tis great!
Good entry I might add, love the butterfly shot!

Dar said...

It's been too long since I've visited you at your cabin in the woods. I love your retreat, the trails, nature speaking and God. I must say tho, you can keep the rats and the snake...egads, those rats made a mess. Pack-rats, like our mice.\
Have a wonderful week and thanks so much for keeping in touch.
It's been a grueling summer and fall for me, but will survive. The good Lord above always guides well.
BlessYourHearts and
give your sweet Frances a hug for me.

Dar said...

Jack said you were deer hunting at your cabin...just wanted to pop in and wish you luck. Our Grandson got his first rifle buck, 7 pt., he's 13. He also had gotten a deer with the bow. He's a good little provider.
May your aim be true.
BlessingsFromWI

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jack69 said...

Just saw your picture today. We see you daily. You and Frances. Our screen savors will pop you up at random. Brings so many good memories my friend. I miss you, knowing you are not at home, or visiting your Pomzika Acre. But I know you really know the meaning of the word. You REST, we will see you in the morning. Love, Jack.