Skip to navigation Skip to content
Ransom Fellowship
Search
0
  • About
    • People
      • Denis and Margie Haack
      • Ransom’s Assistant
      • Board of Directors
    • Events & Schedule
    • Statements of Purpose & Faith
    • FAQ
    • Contact
  • Blogs
    • A Glass Darkly
    • Toads Drink Coffee
  • Articles
    • Faith
      • Scripture
      • Spirituality
    • Culture
      • Movies
      • Poetry
      • Music
      • Visual Art
      • Books
    • Safe Place
      • Hospitality
      • Recipes
    • Discernment
      • Exercises
      • The Skill
      • Pluralistic World
    • Ordinary Life
      • Work and Rest
      • Maturity and Flourishing
      • Family
      • Community
      • Creation
  • Publications
    • Critique
    • Letters from the House Between
    • Books
    • eBooks
    • Archive of Notes from Toad Hall
  • HEART OF RANSOM
  • Donate
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Pinterest
  • Instagram
Search
0
Ransom Fellowship

  • About
    • People
      • Denis and Margie Haack
      • Ransom’s Assistant
      • Board of Directors
    • Events & Schedule
    • Statements of Purpose & Faith
    • FAQ
    • Contact
  • Blogs
    • A Glass Darkly
    • Toads Drink Coffee
  • Articles
    • Faith
      • Scripture
      • Spirituality
    • Culture
      • Movies
      • Poetry
      • Music
      • Visual Art
      • Books
    • Safe Place
      • Hospitality
      • Recipes
    • Discernment
      • Exercises
      • The Skill
      • Pluralistic World
    • Ordinary Life
      • Work and Rest
      • Maturity and Flourishing
      • Family
      • Community
      • Creation
  • Publications
    • Critique
    • Letters from the House Between
    • Books
    • eBooks
    • Archive of Notes from Toad Hall
  • HEART OF RANSOM
  • Donate
Creation ⁄ Work and Rest

The Japanese Beetle Battle

by Margie Haack

My pole beans.

I give up.

Tags: Creationgardenordinary life
0 55 Views
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Google Plus
  • Pinterest
Margie Haack

Post navigation

Prev
Dinner en Blanc
Next
Gentle Giants

You may also like

Glorious ruin (1)

When the gospel is not the gospel (II)

Stop feeding the monster: Bird lessons in life

Toads Drink Coffee

author

Welcome. If you haven't been here before, come in anyway. Toads? Coffee? For many years we lived in a house called Toad Hall. I'm a coffee addict. Yeah. Now we live at The House Between. Between the forest and the city. Between now and possibly the next life. We live In-Between-Times where I write about what's holy, what's funny, what's suffering in ordinary life.

Email Updates

Recent Posts

  • I Wish I’d Known
  • Mary comforts our Mother Eve
  • Crafting, Nativity and Comfort
  • Writing with interruptions
  • Rhubarb and Barbcue Sauce – make strange new partners
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Pinterest
  • Instagram

Instagram

  • A hint of spring in Margie’s office. #thehousebetween
  • Bright spring hopes with a tulip blooming in Margie’s office. #thehousebetween
  • We woke to 1.5 inches of fresh lovely snow. It always makes our beautiful woods even more glorious. #thehousebetween
  • The view out our bedroom window at Margie’s mother’s home in northern MN as the sun sinks slowly in the west.
  • Dawn in northern Minnesota outside Baudette at -12 degrees.
  • Saturday is a good day to make burritos ahead. #thehousebetween

Follow!

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Pinterest
  • Instagram
Ransom Fellowship. All Right Reserved.