Strawberry Rocks

Isn’t this just the cutest little bowl of strawberries you’ve ever seen? Of course, these ones aren’t one bit edible, but that’s ok. In fact, that’s the point.

Remember all my posts last summer about the Robins eating every single strawberry in my garden? Well, you should. I whined about it here and here and here

and here.

So my clever little niece read about this fun idea to make those naughty birdies mind their own birdie business. Apparently, you drop a few rocks around the berry patch–rocks that look an awful lot like the real things, especially to a bird. As the story goes, the birds peck at the rocks and get all confused and frustrated with the counterfeits—here’s the good part—

by the time the real berries ripen up, the birds don’t trust them…

so they fly away and eat some other lady’s strawberries.

She made a bus load of these pretty little fake berries so we can give it a try.

All I have to say about that is…

Yee haw!!

I can hardly wait to see how they work. We may just have some Strawberry Shortcake this year after all.

Just imagine.

Note: If you’d like to have some of Tracy’s Strawberry Rocks for your garden–she’s selling them for $8 a bag–each bag has 5 or 6 hand painted berries inside. All proceeds go toward her literacy service trip to Kenya. Paypal her at

From the Frozen North

We might not be getting much in the way of snow–but I can tell you where it’s all going…that’s for sure.

It’s landing right smack dab on my cute boy in Siberia!

He’s been given a new assignment though. Last week he was called as an Assistant to the Mission President and he sounds pretty happy about it. He’ll travel and visit and help the other missionaries with their work or with the language–or whatever they need. They couldn’t have picked a better fellow for the job.

Besides his sweet grin–the best part of this photo is that familiar blue cube on the side of the desk. Can you see it? Seems that all the way on the other side of the world, he still has his beloved Rubix with him. I can just hear him telling the other guys to, “…mess it up for me, would ya?” so he can solve it–over and over again. The smarty pants.

Comforting to my mama-heart to know that even though he’s learning and growing and becoming who he needs to be–so far away…

all in all, he’s still my boy.

And that’s so, so nice.


{ Smiles }

“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. They are but trifles, to be sure but, scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.”

~ Joseph Addison