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2020 in pictures

My annual photo review of the year . . . .

Food and kitchen time. Nelson. Garden. Little travel. Hardly any family time. Nine months of no theatre. But plenty of beauty, and of love.

Random musings

I have friends who call this day “Christmas Adam.”

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.

My Bible tells me to pray without ceasing. Nelson’s canine version tells him “bark without ceasing,” especially when outdoors with the construction guys at the house to the south. One would think Nelson would tire, but he doesn’t.

I was pondering this morning the strange fact that 24 years ago tomorrow was the last time I saw my mother. From my loft apartment in the River Market in Kansas City, I listened to the international broadcast of the King’s College service, then drove to Lee’s Summit to collect her and drive her to the airport to return to Argentina. She had been home on medical leave (and to see her new granddaughter). We parted at the airport. She died 15 months later.

What does one do with some canned mango and some blueberries in the fridge? Add sugar, of course, and heat, and some lime juice and zest. And make mango blueberry jam!

I drove to Columbia yesterday to see my sister Beth, niece Kristen, and great-nephew Leo. Nelson accompanied me. The purpose was a hug and the handoff of some Christmas decorations. I must say that this aging body does not deal as well any more with four hours of sitting in the driver’s seat of a car. I needed a heating pad and some naproxen last evening!

And Beth brought me some Cheetos. I proved yet again that this is a bad thing, as this morning there are no Cheetos.

This morning I read Morning Prayer with a special intention for the Feast of Lottie Moon, who is now provisionally included in the calendar of saints in the Episcopal Church. Lottie Moon was a Southern Baptist missionary to China in the 1800s, and to this day churches in the denomination in which I was raised gather offerings in December to support international missions. My parents were supported by these offerings.

I found the collect for today to be especially meaningful:

O God, in Christ Jesus you have brought Good News to those who are far off and to those who are near: We praise you for awakening in your servant Lottie Moon a zeal for your mission and for her faithful witness among the peoples of China. Stir up in us the same desire for your work throughout the world, and give us the grace and means to accomplish it; through the same Jesus Christ our Savior, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

I’m slowly working through several months of Sojourners magazine. This article lead by Jim Wallis caught my eye today:

WHO WOULD HAVE thought that a verse from the first chapter of the Bible would become an “altar call” for a presidential election? Here is our call to faith as we look to Nov. 3: “Then God said, ‘Let us make humankind in our image, according to our likeness.’ ... So God created humankind in [God’s] image” (Genesis 1:26-27).
I believe this text about the creation of humankind in God’s likeness is the foundation of politics for people of faith. It means how we treat other human beings, including our fellow citizens, is a theological matter and not just a political one. Mistreatment of our fellow human beings and citizens is also not just a political problem but an offense to the image of God, an assault on imago dei.

Here’s the full article from before the November election.

Winter is coming. I threw out the dead mums this morning, and cleaned some dead things from the flower beds.

The tree is alive with light, as is a candle at my side. Advent is almost over. Here’s a service and music for Advent, as wrap up this time of waiting for this year:


As he relocates, a friend is needing a place to park his rather lovely collection of plants. The solution is temporary. But I’m delighted.

My patio is now a retreat surrounded by fig trees and firs and a spider plant and an apricot tree and a birdbath and a Norfolk pine. And more to come, I’m told.  It’s a nice complement to the flowers and perennials.

The umbrella-less table is about to be adorned again by an umbrella. Lowe’s is delivering by the weekend. (The wind finally got the better of the previous one, now in a landfill somewhere.)


The Missouri Botanical Garden is open again for timed admission, copious-spaced visits.

I spent two hours there on Saturday, deliriously happy that one of my happy places is now open again for visitors.

All week long, I’ll be posting photos from the visit. D joined me, and took three of these himself.

Inspecting the irises at the Japanese Garden.

Reflective selfie.

D in a candid moment.