My Advent Gift

Sweet Corn and Cairo. Hmn.

I've been thinking about those two things all day (well, between counting money, and the next chapter of FLIPPED by WendelinVanDroanen, and smiles and frustrations, and a really cool photosynthesis lab).

My mouth watered when thinking of the long wait till the first appearance of those new ears of deliciousness wrapped in silky threads, waiting (it seems just) for me to devour.

And of that somewhat curious love of all things ancient, and buried, and Egyptian... and eventually just things old. Treasures waiting to be discovered. Claimed. Maybe even restored. Brought Home.

Waiting and New Life.

Glorious treasure and belief in the eternal.

Such a wonderful gift, with such a perfect name for this season of waiting.

A season of a Gift given, and received.

And still we wait.

Only time will tell what treasures may be unburied here.
Thank you, dear friend.

Fresh from the Field

Welcome to your new blog, my friend. This is your first post, and I'm writing it for you. I know you've wanted a blog for a long time and couldn't think of what to call it. So I took the plunge for you (at your request :) and created and named your blog.

Why "Sweet Corn and Cairo"? Because of all the things I remember about growing up with you, these two stand out in my mind... summer's gift of sweet corn and how you'd buy bushels and we'd shuck and boil the bread-and-butter of the fields, then eat until we could eat no more. And your undying love for Egypt. Someday you'll go perhaps.

I look forward to your gentle, humorous and profound thoughts here (no pressure!). Don't worry, you'll do fine, and I'll be here to remind you of your password. Anyway, it's time for me to be quiet and for you to take what now belongs to you. May it bless your life, even as you bless the world.