I was led to a very special person who has had many severe trials of faith. My heart goes out to her and her husband through these trying times. She is on the right path in following the Lord God. The fallen LDS Church Leaders who have lost their way in following after the world, know not the truth and the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ, they have departed from the fountain of Living Waters. Sadly they were warned about the path they were headed back in 1977-78, but they refused to take it up with the Lord, and chose a down ward path. They have sadly become a trial to many loving Saints, who desire only to know the Lord Jesus Christ and our Eternal father. The true path to God. After so many rejections of the revealed word of God, they have lost their way. If they would but understand the words of Christ, in 16 Chapter of Third Nephi, repent and return to the correct path, they might be numbered with the Hose of Israel, saith the Lord God.
I refer you to http://awakeandarisetozion.blogspot.com/2012/09/things-lately.html It is a very good read which pulls at my heart strings. This dear sister Eva, has a very good spirit, and knows the Lord, and the Lord knows her and communicates with her. She is Loved by the Lord, and I love her as a very sincere and loving sister. Wish there were more like her in this world of tears. She is the type of person who will meet the Lord God, as one of his special daughters. She can be a great blessing to the rest of the children of God.
Dear Sister Eva, if you read this, keep the faith, I hope to meet you in Zion, the pure in heart. I believe there is much we can share of the Gospel.
I know what it is like to be tried by the modern LDS church of Salt Lake City. It goes back to the 1960's. I had been a faithful member of the LDS church, served a Mission to Eastern Canada, held many church positions. Was teacher of Sunday School class, which I enjoyed, was secretary of Elders Quorum, and a student of the Restored Gospel. After my Mission I had gone to Idaho to run the Family Farm, while my parents served a mission to the South Pacific area of Rarotonga, and Hawaii Church Visitors Center. When they returned from their mission, I went to the Lord in Prayer as to what I was to do. I believe in personal revelation, it used to be a principle taught in the LDS Church. I was given personal instruction, I first sought answers to some of what was revealed to me by going to the Church Office Building in Salt Lake City, Utah. But that was not the course the Lord had for me. Finally after much prayer, and seeking the Lord, I was led to further light and knowledge. God does answer sincere prayers. My Bishop called one Sunday after church and asked if he could come and visit. I invited him. He came and after I opened the door, he turned to my wife Maria, and said if Craig does not quite studying, kick him out, we will see that you are taken care of. Then he turned to me and asked, " You know who knows more than any of us?" (It was revealed to me that he was referring to Satan) I answered "Yes, your friend." He was there to break up my family and that was not a righteous thing to do. He came at me with his fists doubled up, ready to hit me. I pointed to the door, and said there is the door.
Later, the man who had baptized my wife, and his wife told me I ought to meet a High Council Man in their Stake. An appointment was set up, I asked my dear wife Maria to go with me, she refrained. When the man returned from his High Council Meeting, we had a good learning discussion. He told me things which he had never told his family before, his wife Janet Jones Wolley and their daughter Janet was present. While there I learned that the next day I was going to get served papers of divorce. This well respected man informed me that President Heber J. Grant was continuing to marry plural wives. He had vowed that he would marry wives and children at least until he got a son. President Grant was president of the church when I was a young boy. There are many things which have gone on in the church, which have been denied. Many teachings and beliefs have been laid aside to be more like the other churches. So much denial.
Later on a Saturday, after the divorce, I went to pick up my daughters for a day together, and I was greeted by two men from the Stake High Council, summoning me to a High Council Court. At the appointed time I went, to make a short story shorter, the Stake president said it has been decided that you should be excommunicated, because you believe doctrines no longer taught by the church. OK, I could not deny what the Lord, my God had told me.
When the Church chose the down ward path in 1978, there was a release of the LDS Church Leaders, and new leadership called under the direction of Joseph Smith Jr., Christ Jesus, and our Eternal Father God, the same who is the Ancient of Days, as written in the Book of Daniel. The same who was in the Garden of Eden with his wives to start this family of God in mortality.
The hunters are out and about seeking those who will hear the word of the Lord and harden not their hearts.
In Love of God Christ Jesus Eternal
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Monday, October 5, 2009
Cape Jasmine - My Favorite Plant - Brief Article
Flower & Garden Magazine, Nov, 2001 by Carolyn Tew
This Cape Jasmine plant has been in my yard for sixty years. My grandmother started this lovely flower in her yard a long time ago from a cutting from her mother's garden. When my mother married and moved to her own home, she took this Cape Jasmine with her. As it turned out, my parents only lived at that particular place a short time, so when they moved again in 1939 to what was to be their permanent home, she dug up the bush and took it with her once again.
It has glossy, bright green leaves and beautiful white fragrant flowers that bloom in June. It has survived years of winter cold, summer heat and drought but still blooms profusely every year in late spring. I have several other plants that I started from cuttings from the original, and my sister has one in her garden as well.
There are many wonderful flowers growing in gardens around the world, but my favorite by far is the Cape Jasmine that began life in my great grandmother's yard many, many years ago and is now blooming in mine.
To select the right plants for your yard, learn to use the Plant Hardiness Zone Map
Not all of your most useful gardening tools are out in the garage along with your rakes, hoes and shovels, One is probably inside your home in the back of a gardening book--the Plant Hardiness Zone Map.
The first zone map was published in the USA in the 1930s. It was revised in 1965 and again in 1990.
Today's hardiness zone map has eleven different temperature zones. (If you have a zone map with only 10 zones, it's an older version and should no longer be used.)
Zone One is the northernmost, or coldest zone, with an average annual minimum temperature of -50 [degrees] or below. Zone Eleven is the southernmost, or warmest zone, with an average annual minimum temperature of 40 [degrees] and above, making it the only zone that's essentially frost-free.
The map has long been a boon to gardeners. With just a quick glance at a plant tag, you can determine if the plant will survive a winter in your area.
Chilcombe
Published: 10:57AM BST 24 Jul 2009 
Entrance to the meadow at Chilcombe. Blue Siberian iris with silver weeping pears Photo: Jonathan Buckley
Chilcombe is one of my favourite places and I truly love the garden. It sits in the best bit of Dorset, a tall grey stone farmhouse, under spacious, open skies and with rounded bosomy hills dividing it from Chesil beach and the sea. The hedges are puffy and soft, with thin-leaved, silver willows catching the light scattered through them. Some of the fields are full of sheep and others empty – thatchy, straw-topped green.
Curving down one of the rolling hills, you arrive steeply into a not-too-neat farmyard with bantams scrabbling in the dust and straw, and log piles in the open barns. There is a toy-sized church with pretty railings forming the edge of the yard and one side of the main garden, a huge fig tree and a slightly collapsing dry stone wall. Immediately you feel a sense of peace and gardening of the light tinkering kind, not massive control.
In through the gate into the garden proper, there are many different rooms. Here, more than in any other garden I know – more than Sissinghurst, more than Hidcote, so famous for their house-like layouts with high hedges – this garden feels like a series of outside spaces, as important as those inside, a house without a roof.
Every space in this one-and-a-half-acre garden, plus the three paddocks that surround it, is small and cosy, with a domestic structure and scale that makes you feel contained but not claustrophobic. This is the opposite of a garden where you create a great vista and then sit and look at it – it's much more intimate. It feels as though someone loves pottering around here in their dressing gown and really enjoying it, just the sort of garden I would want to make.
This is the garden of painter John Hubbard and his wife Caryl, who have lived and gardened here for 39 years. Just like John's paintings, imaginative versions of places he loves, the garden is highly worked, carefully planned, but there is no fussy, self-conscious perfection. It's restful, easy and peaceful to be in, embroidered, painted, full of soft colours, lovely shapes and textures, but with nothing too pompous or grand. Each of the outside rooms is small. There is a mini area of lawn only five strides across, with a lavender and Verbena bonariensis-edged path slicing through its middle, and a small, enclosed orchard with only five or six large fruit trees, swathed in 'Rambling Rector' and 'Seagull' roses. A huge mantle of the deliciously scented, white semi-double climbing Rosa cerasocarpa covers the boundary wall of the entrance courtyard leading to the back door and fills this first enclosed, cosy space with perfume. Here flat lumps of stone form the paving, shiny with years of feet walking up to the door, softened at their edges by self-sown Alchemilla mollis, evening primrose and astrantia.
In each room, everything is carefully chosen, but without an air of fuss. The plants feel and look well kept, well gardened, on the right side of good horticulture, but not too primped. The geraniums, aconitums and crambe are all beautifully staked with mini hazel and willow baskets to support them. Every shrub and rose is well pruned and shaped, but things are allowed to grow old here, even if a bit collapsed. There is a grace, a dignity, a feeling that plants are well loved, so that they give their best even as they grow old. Apple trees are propped up and misshapen standard gooseberry bushes are left with odd twists and turns to their stem.
Each garden room has a lichen-splodged table, a bench or a couple of chairs (many in oak by Gaze Burvill), a sense that someone sits in the room and loves it, and in each area the path material and pattern is different. No York slabs, but lumps of local flat stone in some gardens and cobbles or concrete moulded sets in others, laid and patterned in grass or packed earth.
The main part of the garden at the front of the house is arranged over three terraces – a flat, open lawn giving space to the austere but pretty house. A yew hedge marks the next terrace as the garden drops a few feet, with the area enclosed by repeated pom-poms of the 'Fantin-Latour' rose on one side of the path and pleached pears on the other. The final lowest terrace is the least formal, with some productive plants – artichokes, standard gooseberries and herbs – sown in tapestry patterns with dahlias, alliums and mixed penstemons.
My favourite bit of the garden is on the south side of the house, where a formal box-edged garden leads to a shaggy mini-orchard meadow. The boundary between the two has bright green spears of Iris sibirica, frothy lavender, a box hedge echoing a dry stone wall and two box cones either side of the stone steps up to the meadow terrace. From there, three silver-leaved weeping pears tumble towards you, their colour matching the delicate and elegant Crataegus orientalis in the mini meadow behind, where the scraggier sea buckthorn picks up the silver-leaved theme on the most exposed, sea-facing and windy side.
At the foot of the trees is long grass, not rough pasture grass, but more delicate varieties. These give the wild flowers a chance. Some have drifted in, like ox-eye daisies, red campion and knapweed, and some have been planted – martagon lilies and Gladiolus communis subsp. byzantinus – to enhance the effect of jewels in the grass. Wild Geranium pratense arrived in this area once the grasses had grown and John has now added the magenta Geranium psilostemon and a simple white geranium. They look perfectly in place.
This is a garden where nature, growth and vigour feel in balance with the controlling hand. There is a sense of age, of being there a long time, but it still feels fresh, nothing past it, still at a lovely, vibrant stage.
Visit John Hubbard's website for further information.
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