Happy Birthday Aunt Ellen!

This beautiful lady turned 85 on Sunday.  I was so happy to spend the afternoon celebrating with her and her family at Norms Diner at Brackett Airfield. She used to take me there when I was a wee one for milk shakes and french fries and to watch the planes fly in and out. 








Welcome Baby Oliver!

Oh my goodness,

how wonderful it feels to hold our little baby boy in my arms.

Oliver Francis Deurmeier

born on February 18th at 1:39 am

weighing 11 pounds 6 ounces

measuring 23 inches long

He filled our home and hearts with love and awe of the faithfulness of God who truly blessed Oliver’s birth.




40 Weeks and a Poem


The Summer Day

Mary Oliver

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean-

the one who has flung herself out of the grass

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-

who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Oregon, we miss you!

Yup. Today is one of those days. I think it’s the cooler weather this morning. Or maybe it was Eli saying, “I want to go home to Oregon,” when he woke up. As much as we love being around friends and family, Oregon made its way into our veins this past year and we are all missing it, bad.

Sometimes it takes walking away from something before you realize how much it means to you, I guess.

Try to spend some time outside today!

Take some time to breathe and just listen to the birds and the breeze moving through the trees.

Here’s a poem for you!

Happy Friday


When I am among the trees, 

especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks, and the pines, 
they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment, 
and never hurry through the world 
but walk slowly, and bow often. 
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,”
they say, “and you, too, have come
into the world to do this, to go easy,
to be filled with light, and to shine.”




Bend, OR: Shevlin Park

Happy Friday: Todd Lake, OR


Happy Friday to all!

Is it possible to make Fall weather happen with positive thinking??? I’ll do anything to bring in the sweater weather…it is time to retire the flip-flops and shorts for a while, don’t you agree?

Here are a  few photos from Todd Lake, one of our favorite spots up near Bend.

It’s a must see if you are ever up in Central Oregon.