Hey everyone! We have had some inquiries about the safety of our property in Branson in view of all the flooding. We would like to officially state that as far as we know all our belongings, house, property, etc. is safe and dry. Please keep our community and state in your prayers. They have a long recovery road ahead of them. Some communities have been completely devastated. Thank you all for your concern. Love you all!
Peg’s ponderings from the passenger seat…
“Spring is in the air, and my view from the passenger seat is amazing!!! We’re back home in Branson, and the view from my passenger seat window allows me to enjoy the beauty of Springtime in the Ozarks!!!
“We enjoy spending our winters in Arizona, and as Spring approaches, traveling through California and a few other states on our way home, where we typically spend a few days (just enough time to get caught up on laundry & drop off all of the annual temporary winter housekeeping paraphernalia), before we repack so we can get started on our next adventure. Though I sincerely love the opportunities we have to travel, one of the few downsides to this for me (someone who grew up in Minnesota and thoroughly enjoyed the wonder of watching the seasons change), is that the timing of our travels always seems to leave me feeling like we’ve ‘just missed’ spring. No matter the state, or where we are on our journey home, we always seem to pass through just after the flowers of spring are losing, or have lost, their petals, and the trees have gone from buds to leaves. We arrive home to find that spring has sprung, and once again…we missed it.
“This spring has been delightfully different, however! We arrived home in time to see the redbuds still on the trees. We saw the first, white leaves of the dogwood trees appear, as they always do, before the other trees along the winding roads of the Ozarks have leaves to cover their bare, brown branches. I find this view to be especially beautiful, because I am a tatter, one who uses shuttles and string to make tatted lace, and the white leaves of the dogwood trees, always seem to me like little bits of white lace, dancing on the breeze, floating among the trees. Earlier this week, while driving through Branson, we saw a couple of Royal Empress trees, in full bloom (look them up, they’re uniquely beautiful). Lilacs and other flowering trees and bushes give the hummingbirds, bees, & butterflies plenty to do. I’ve enjoyed watching several monarchs & black swallowtails.
“I’m amazed at the intricate and colorful details in all of God’s creation. I’m amazed, too, at how carefully He works out the intricate details in His plan for my life. Here’s just one of those little, intricate details that I find both ironic, and at the same time, amusing…
“When Michael and I met, he lived in Colorado, so when we married, I moved to Colorado. Ten years, and four children later, we moved to rural Minnesota. We moved in the winter, and when the snow finally melted (it snowed as late as Mother’s Day that year), we learned that three raised beds had been hiding under the snow, near the front of our house. As spring turned to summer, all three of the beds were filled with the same dark green foliage, which eventually produced stems covered in the brightest, boldest, longest-blooming yellow flowers that I’d ever seen. There were also a half dozen, or so, ‘stragglers’, having tall, dark green foliage, and purple flowers. Having just moved from Colorado, I easily recognized the flowers of the columbine, but the bright, bold yellow flowers below it had me stumped, so I went to the library, to look up yellow flowers in a book called a ‘Field Guide’. (Remember when we had to go to the library to read books, but in order to even find the books, we first had to look them up in a card catalog? Yup, before the days of laptops, electronic notebooks, and search engines, we had card catalogs and shelves of books. Does anyone else besides me feel a little ‘ancient’ right about now?) Oh, yea, the yellow flowers…I learned that they were a variety of evening primrose known as…Missouri Primrose. Looking back, it just strikes me as funny, that in our place in Minnesota, between where we’d come from (CO) and where He knew we were headed (MO), God was painting the details of our family’s life, from His perspective, in the colors of the flowers.
“So, perhaps the poet in me gets a little carried away now and again, but as I reflect on the flower garden that I enjoyed in Minnesota…a flower garden that I did not plant, in fact, it was hidden when we moved in, I give thanks for one more little reminder that the God who made me, and walks with me through each ‘today,’ sees and knows my tomorrows, just as easily as He knows my yesterdays. I’m also reminded of a little magnet that for so many years was on the corner of my refrigerator when we lived in Minnesota (it must have gotten lost in the move, as I’ve not been able to find it since we left MN, in May of 2011). On it was a picture of the perfect red rose, with a perfectly placed dew drop, along with a quote, accredited to Emerson, stating… ‘All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen.’
“Springtime in the Ozarks is simply gorgeous!!! I’m thankful to have had these few weeks at home, to enjoy the beauty of this place…but, since we actually live IN Missouri now, I’m seriously thinking I need to plant some Missouri Primrose.”
Maybe you noticed that we haven’t run a spotlight Saturday for a couple of weeks. We got home two weeks ago, and have been practicing and recording ever since. Also, we’ve been adjusting to life as normal humans again. It’s kind of fun settling into… what’s that word again? Oh yeah, a routine. So here’s a rundown on our routine: there are dishes to wash, clothes to wash, weeds to pull, friends to see, and we do this every day.
“I am currently fighting a war in my backyard with a fellow named Creeping Charlie. Funny thing, I never encounter him in Arizona. I wonder why… 🤔
“We have had some awesome times in the couple weeks that we’ve been home. It’s kind of nice, Missouri really is my home now, and I’m so grateful for it and the awesome friends that I’ve made down here.
“Now that we have revived our routine, we are bringing Thursdays live back next week, and I hope you will tune in. We have a special surprise for y’all. Unfortunately, we couldn’t figure out how to get Gracie’s blueberry pie into the internet, so we had to figure out something to do that would be even more awesome than that, so keep your ears to the ground!”
We just realized that when you drive to a different time zone, the time changes! Who knew! So we are going to adjust our live broadcast time for our regular Thursdays. We will start at 8:00 Central time. That will translate to 6:00 in Arizona and 9:00 Eastern. Keep your dials here tonight!
Today was one of the coolest days of my life. We had a short day of travel and were able to visit the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library and Museum. I have wanted to visit this for many years, and today finally had the opportunity.
As we walked through the halls observing the exhibits from his childhood, his high school and college years, his years as an actor, his experience in radio and the movies, and his political career, I often found I was unable to speak. I can write about it, but I am still unable to speak.
This man was called the Great Communicator. One thing I noticed was that before he wrote or spoke, he took time to listen, so that he was able to write, or speak, or work, to better the recipient of his thoughts, words, or actions. He didn’t do things to be noticed. He did things to help others. This is what communication should always be about – helping others.
Nancy Reagan embodied a spirit of Grace and Charm. You could just tell that she and Ronnie loved to laugh together and they were friends and lovers for their entire lives together. Her love for him, and his for her, spilled over and enabled them both to live and serve others.
Thank you to my family for enjoying this great day with me.
We had an awesome day in San Juan Capistrano. We come here once a year just like the swallows 😂. We needed a good excuse to go to Lemur Music to get our bass worked on. Those guys fixed us up and we are on our way again. Those guys are awesome! If you are ever in Southern California, check them out!
In this weeks edition of Spotlight Saturday, Pearl is in the Spotlight.
“Whoa! I can hardly believe it, but we’ve already finished our two month tour in Arizona! Now we’re enjoying a whirlwind tour through California and then we’ll be heading back towards Missouri.
“Folks always ask me what my favorite state is to travel through. I’ve never been able to pinpoint just one, but I can say California is probably in my top 3. It’s like the best of America, all in one state! I love the mountains, the greenery, the ocean, I even love the traffic! (Yeah, call me weird, but I actually really love traffic.)
“California is a bit more expensive to travel in, but I still get a kick out of it! Even without going to Disneyland, California somehow feels like a mini vacation to me… Maybe it’s because of the cultural differences between California and the Midwest…. Maybe it’s because we have time to do a smidgen of sight-seeing between shows… Maybe it’s because of the time we get to spend with the friends we’ve made out here every year…
“The best part of California, as with any state, is of course the people. While only weirdos and celebrities seem to make the news, California has plenty of normal folks too. Some of them even like bluegrass! Among them are our friends, and fellow musicians, the Wimberleys, who we enjoyed hanging with last night! I look forward to seeing several other fine folks at our shows in the next week.
“One final thing that I enjoy about California is the prospect of leaving it. I do seriously love California – I could actually see myself living here! – but as our winter tour nears an end, being in California raises my anticipation for our approaching return to Branson. We’re coming down the homestretch! Meanwhile, I’ll enjoy the city traffic while I can and I’ll probably try my hand at being a tourist!”
— Pearl Haining