So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria, God and life, teaching and gardening plus the occasional cow


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Guilt

On Easter Bank Holiday Monday I took Swingle for a walk on the Felsen Promenade, which is a path cut into the cliffs on one side of Ramingstein, beloved by everyone and dogs too.  It was an eventful walk as first I tripped over a stone and couldn’t get up for a minute so Swingle had to wash my face! Then about halfway along  I saw an Easter egg and a Mars bar stashed at the side. Oh dear, someone missed one yesterday I thought. Swingle had smelt it and of she had been off the lead, she would have had it. So I walked on, and on return thought, what the heck! Swingle had the egg and I the chocolate.

When I got down to the road, I saw a Grandmother with a small Granddaughter carrying a bag and looking for something. Have you ever wanted the ground to swallow you up? I had passed them on the way up, they’d know it was me although someone else had taken the same route, I knew he hadn’t done the whole path. I was mortified. I decided in the end if challenged, I would say I thought it was a forgotten one and I was sorry. The truth. I had heard Dave’s voice at the back of my head saying to leave it, as she has said to many things over the years, but I ignored him. I didn’t tell him when I got home, but I did my mate Jenny, who burst out laughing. Serves them right, it shouldn’t have been left in a public place!

That helped but I still feel guilty!


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Swingle finds some snow!

Up at Schönfeld for our first big walk of the year, there was still some snow left, so guess who went nuts! FB click on the link for the slideshow!

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Swingle, scoobie snacks,stinks, sleep and squirrels

One medium sized black dog was nearly put up for re-homing last week! It began with the knowledge that she did need worming because she was so hungry all the time. I went out one afternoon leaving my new Primark jacket in the hall forgetting I had left her favourite scoobie snacks in the pocket. Result above, one ruined coat. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t just bought it on our last trip home to replace another much worn jacket that Swingle had chewed a lot in her first year, Dave said I looked scruffy in it, but I’d loved it. The only way I could get rid of it was leaving it in our son’s cupboard when we left the UK.

The next day I took her for a walk by the pong house, one of our favourite ones in Tamsweg, and so so she found a dead fish and rolled in it. Result one furious dog having to have a bath, served her right.

Then I got the worm tablets and as I had suspected and forgotten, she reacts badly to the chemical = two broken nights and another trip to the vets.

Then one bleary eyed morning, I let her out then looked still bleary out of the kitchen window. On the bird table was one of the cute tufty black squirrels that have been pigging all the sunflower seeds. Swingle swaggered around the corner and scared it. But instead of leaping safely into the tree behind, it leapt into the greenhouse where I hope it actually knocked itself out it was so quick. So next thing, one pleased dog was finishing off the squirrel.  She didn’t try to eat it and let me take it away. Poor Tufty. I’ve seen another one since, it was also a youngun, and this had the sense to jump into the Elderberry tree.

This week, Swingle has been playing at being a prefect dog……..so far


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Village tales #1

I keep on having these random chats with Mr B and the man with the black labrador, all of which I find fascinating.

Labrador man dog sits for his son, but the dog doesn’t really know how to play and has very weak hindquarters, and is very narrow bodied, not a good specimen, but that’s not my business! He lives opposite us across the Thomaterbach, and I’ve often seen him exercising the dog in the filed, see picture! Last week, I met them and I suggested we take the dogs into a field for a run! Result, I’ve wanted to look around the field for ten years! The dogs played, well Swingle ran around like a greyhound and kept on knocking the Lab over. He didn’t know what to do! We let the dogs into the Bach and at last I got a view of the old wier from the other side.  I could see how the river had been diverted along the bottom of our land and it had run into the Mur for the turbine that powered the paper factory, now  brick factory. Its all concreted up now. But then he wold me that the Hardts who restored this building during the war dammed the river and made a swimming pond there. Times long gone.

Then on our was he pointed out to me the clump of trees in the field (across the river in picture) and we went to look. It used to be an Ice pond, and the local pub would harvest it and store it in the cellar.  I think he meant that it was for the beer making process, but maybe it was just to cool things, more interesting things! We then had two tired dogs and walked home our separate ways. Now I may not get another chance to go in the field as its hay growing season, but maybe in autumn I could ask him if I could go in with my camera…….


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Swingle and the Blessing

I wrote the post below over two weeks ago. Since then, our dog is healed. No more broken nights. You can laugh at me as much as you want. Easter blessings to you all!

So time went on and I got so fed up I thought right, I’m being told all the time in Andrew’s book that its my fault that Swingle isn’t being sorted out due to my unbelief and negativity, I just gave up. Maybe I was trying to do it in God’s will, but really it was just in my strength.  Then I read on about the time that it took Daniel to get an answer to prayer, so maybe my prayer had been answered and it was just taking time to get through. I could go with that. I stopped beating myself up for not being Mrs Super Christian, I don’t spent hours head bent saying lots of thee and thou prayers with God, I read a bit, then ponder, and chat with him on and off during the day, or get a song stuck in my head, that’s a form of mediation, and all this is mostly when I’m dog walking. But of course, some days I get to bed time and realize I’ve hardly said a word to him -oops! But maybe that’s OK with a loving parent.

Then I got on to the bit again (second time reading the book), about the permanent blessing is in the supernatural and that good ‘things’ are the outworking of it all. So Swingle is in God’s blessing of healing, its done, don’t need to keep on in the thoughts of vets and changing food,(although we have taken her off the dried food or kibble part of her food again, which my every instinct says its wrong for her)  its done. I don’t need to keep praying over her, unless the problem tries to sneak back. I just need to concentrate on the blessing, and relax.

 


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Swingle and negation

She is definitely better, there are more nights good than bad. And I think there is a link if she swims and drinks a lot, but other wise, we’re still praying. When we have a broken night all the possibilities swim around my head and I’m back in the carnal world of worry again. Dave and I have commanded the problem to leave, and when my immediate thought was about when to call the vets, my negation negated the prayer, I said it again. I wonder why all this healing is such a frail thing, and then Mr Wommack and the Bible reminds me that the problem is us, not with him. When I rail at God for not pulling his weight, he hasn’t changed, its me, I’m the inconstant factor.

I’m slowly getting to the place where I don’t care any more, I feel I am making some blunder with my prayers and she should be healed, but I’m bogging it up. I will keep on  praying for another week.


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Swingle and Unbelief

The week following was wonderful, our daughter and her boyfriend were with us and we had uncluttered nights of sleep. Trouble is my sleep patterns are still so disrupted that I didn’t sleep well all the time, duh, note to self to pray for me against this!

Then with the catch up tiredness, and our visitors leaving things began to slide. At first I was praying over Swingle each night, with authority and conviction and belief but got complacent. When I was walking the first week, it became clear how often I could negate what I was believing in my thoughts, oh great, she’s eaten another mouse corpse, that’ll upset her, and I’d counteract that with positivity, Oh no she won’t! Any of you who listen to Andrew and the Bible will be familiar with this, words are our main Christian force. But I let those thoughts slip too.  I got behind with my reading.

Result, back again to broken nights. As I lay there, unable to sleep, I ranted at God, this is all too difficult. Why can’t you do this for me? It’s not fair. It shouldn’t be such hard work. Cussing the dog as I let her out again in the middle of the night.

Then I picked the book up  again. God’s blessings are already there for us in the spiritual realm. Health and prosperity are manifestations of it, they are not the blessings.  God hadn’t changed, it was me, I just had to take the simple step of going back, praying, its not by my self will, its accessing what is already there, through words. So last night, Dave and I prayed over her with authority. She was well fed and exercised in the worldly sense.

Result.