As the sister of a fruit farmer
This is not a sight to behold
Ice on a bud
Is a big no, no
If we desire fruit in the fall
We need warmth after the budding begins
Photo taken with my first Canon PowerShot, January 2007
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Snow Blanket
Once again
this home
is blanketed
in snow,
and we
have a
protective
guard.
Thank you,
Rufus!
Now I Know
I learned some things on Sunday evening, January 13, 2013.
It was dark and cold. I was tired, and light wasn’t on my agenda, so I had taken the garbage through the house without turning on any additional lights. However, I did require the garage light, so that I would not miss throwing the trash into the trash bin. (I was not bending over to pick up anything that didn’t make it in.)
At the same moment that I opened the door between the house and the garage, I turned on the light. There, on the edge of the garbage bin was a mouse. I learned a few things.
- Have you ever dreamt that you were in a dangerous situation and needed to scream, but you could not make a sound? No one could hear you? No one could come to your aid? Well, I learned that when frightened, I scream like a howling banshee.
- I learned that a mouse can jump at least three feet through the air, run over the top of a car, and fling its self into the unknown void in the back of the garage in under 8 seconds flat.
- I learned that my mom can’t hear me scream like this with the television on in another room.
- I learned that my cats will come running no matter where they are in the house.
- I learned that I must now teach my cats how to use the phone to dial 911.
Morale of the Story: You learn something new every day.
Fog
A cold and foggy morning
Unedited photos
Canon Power Shot
October 23rd, 2012
Kalamazoo, Michigan
Christmas Card Lane
Kalamazoo, Michigan has a special treat during the Christmas season. It is a single street where many of the homeowners put out a Christmas Card for all to drive by and see.
Our one and only drive, if we even took one down this lane at the holidays, was on Christmas Eve. My parents and I would go to the Christmas Eve service at church. The service would end singing “Silent Night” by candlelight.
On the wintery drive home, we’d take time to drive down Christmas Card lane.
It is a delight to journey this road at night, Christmas Carols playing on the radio, with friends and family in the car to enjoy the sights.
I wouldn’t trade these memories for anything.
My Dad’s Friend or Enemy?
My dad was a passionate man. This passion I speak of was his strong emotion for certain things he valued in life. More often that not, his passion was shown with a kind word, a fun story, or a shared laugh. Once in a while, someone would get him going.
We had awesome vegetarian neighbors while I was growing up. They had their own chickens for eggs, their own garden to grow veggies, and their own fruit for wine. All of the dishes I ate at their home were absolutely delicious, well seasoned, and served with love. The conversation was another matter.
I feared that this adoring couple were friends with my mom, but enemies with my dad. I didn’t know how my dad could laugh so easily during the meal, but shout with vehemence after dinner while talking with the husband in their living room. Mom, the wife, and I always stayed in the kitchen around their warm and cozy kitchen table. Yet there was shouting in the living room!
It was years before I understood what the hollering was about in the other room. Turns out, the men were “discussing” politics. Both were liberal. Both were peace keepers. Both were Christian. Both were vehement in their beliefs. Both became passionate and boisterous in expressing their shared opinions. They were preaching to the choir. Or is that yelling at the choir?
Any which way, these men not only loved one another, they shared the same beliefs in many areas. They just happened to proclaim loudly those things that they believed most passionately.
Morale of the Story: Love is shown in many ways.
The Truth is Told!
I have the most amazing great nieces and nephew. I was recently overjoyed to receive the opportunity to sit for the youngest. We got to play, chat, read books, and sing songs. But bedtime came all too soon.
I put her to bed with a song and a book. I put her under the covers.
Not five minutes later she called out for orange juice.
I brought her much watered down orange juice in a sippy cup.
And the little sweetie pie says, “Oh, thank you very much! I’m not allowed to have juice in bed.”
I’ve never before sat for a child who told me the truth without my asking for it … after telling a lie. She made me laugh out loud, and days later I’m still giggling.
Morale of the Story: The truth will set you free … and it might bring forth laughter to the heart’s content.
Beauty
Where do you find beauty?
In people? I hope you do every day.
In play? I hope you do every day.
In things? Only when they bring you joy.
In memories? I hope you do every day.
In work? I hope no more than five days a week.
In God’s creations? I hope you do every day.
Where do you find beauty?
Get a mirror!
Morale of the Story: You are beauty!
Autumn Smells the Best
Oh, Autumn,
how I adore thee.
The scents are
the most divine.
The bold reds,
golden yellow,
and spicy pumpkin
shades all around.
Freshly slain grass,
and
dying leaves.
Oh, Autumn,
how I adore thee.
Humor Happens 