It’s good to know that even nature closes the blinds and curls into a cozy ball for the night.
The first photo was taken at 2:40 p.m. one Saturday afternoon.
This second photo was taken at 11:30 p.m. later that night.
So glad I my friends stayed late and that I walked them out. I don’t usually come in that door at night.
My dad wasn’t big on gifts. He felt that being your best everyday was a gift to all of your loved ones. (I, on the other hand, am my best only now and again, so friends and family are very likely to receive gifts from me.)
After my dad retired from dairy farming (not from farming, just the dairy), he had more time on his hands. He and mom could take more time when they ran errands for the farm since there were no bossies waiting for his return. They would not only stop for lunch near their destination, but visit friends or family, stop by the nature center, and do a little site seeing.
On one of their afternoon outings, they enjoyed the Nature Center. It is always a delight to be there in that protected space. A while later, my mom received a hummingbird wind chime set that they’d seen at the Nature Center’s gift shop. My mom was thrilled! Not only did he get her a gift, but he had to go back later to do so!
Actually, dad gave us all gifts every day: a pleasant conversation, not judging us when we made mistakes, showing us his love of animals, sharing his memories, and so much more.
Today, the hummingbird chime is still in our front yard. Mom and I still think of dad when we see or hear it. One of those gifts that keep on giving.
Moral of the story: The greatest gifts of all, are the gifts of time, talent, and talk.
Sometimes some colors shine more brightly than other colors.
Sometimes other colors are glad to enhance some of their friends in the rainbow.
Morale of the Story: Color is an amazing gift of nature.
What do you see in this photo?
Flowers
Grass
Concrete
Moss
It takes all kinds in this world to get anything done.
Lord, thank you for …
Skinny
Fat
Tall
Short
Happy
Sad
Doctors
Janitors
Manufacturing
Agriculture
Writers
Readers
… Amen!
My mom and I were raking leaves today, and we found spring. Fall is my preferred season, but seeing spring up close and in color today raised it a bit in my eyes. I usually see spring as a muddy mess. Seeing the bounty under the half-foot of dried leaves, smelling the fresh air, touching the bed of leaves, and hearing the birds sing was spring in person. Today’s beauty was Easter alive and well.
Easter is rebirth, renewal, and Christ returning for me – my sins ARE forgiven. No one else ever has to die for me. If I ever meet a man worth marrying, I want someone strong enough to live life with me, because Christ already made the ultimate sacrifice.
It’s warm in here.
It’s cold outside.
I love to sit in here,
when it’s cold outside.
I love to have tea
by warm candlelight.
It’s warm in here.
It’s cold outside.
Morale of the Story: I love Michigan, and I enjoy it most from the inside during the cold and snow of winter outside.
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
Once again
this home
is blanketed
in snow,
and we
have a
protective
guard.
Thank you,
Rufus!
A cold and foggy morning
Unedited photos
Canon Power Shot
October 23rd, 2012
Kalamazoo, Michigan
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.
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