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The little girl in me loves bird watching, butterflies, sunrises, sunsets, walks in the rain; the adult I am enjoys the same. I sense God's awesomeness in all of life--what wonder there is in slicing a leek or cutting open a pomegranate. I have many favorite things--a formation of Canadian geese flying overhead, the giggles of my grand daughters, the first ripe watermelon in summer, snowflakes on my face--these gifts from my heavenly Father delight me continually.

It’s raining today . . .

Posted on October 7, 2014 by oct17

. . .this  morning  is saturated with moisture like thick  grey soup–a good day to be inside, dry, not stirring the heavy wetness. “Into every life some rain must fall.” I remember hearing a preacher say that, oh, so long ago when I … Continue reading →

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A robin’s rules of order . . .

Posted on September 30, 2014 by oct17

  Today, it’s empty.  The nest, shabby and lopsided,  sets like a permanent fixture in the branch of a fast fading crepe myrtle. Only a few weeks ago  the summer flowering bush had been alive with countless comings and goings as Mama and Papa Robin gathered supplies  to build a … Continue reading →

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More or Less . . .

Posted on September 22, 2014 by oct17

 I know why hummingbirds are the smallest birds–weighing less than a nickel.  A smaller  species’ weight is  under a penny.   It  appears  they rarely eat!  I know, I know–supposedly they eat more than  their weight in nectar daily, but the ones at … Continue reading →

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Time . . .lost or found

Posted on September 15, 2014 by oct17

Where did it go? I am so upset! I spent hours writing thoughts to you last week re. a mama robin sitting weeks on an empty nest, and now it is no where to be found –the blog, not the nest:-) Whatever … Continue reading →

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Remember the best . . .

Posted on August 25, 2014 by oct17

“It was not homesickness,” my daughter began. “It was a sense of sweet memory that grabbed me and held me tight. Mom, suddenly, I wanted to be eight years old again. “I was preparing breakfast for my family on a … Continue reading →

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To see – or not to see. . .

Posted on August 12, 2014 by oct17

Mirror, mirror on the wall, do you see me when I laugh . . .? I have been rehearsing this blog for days–and was going to share thoughts on focus when wearing glasses. I have noticed it takes me much … Continue reading →

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Beginning . . .

Posted on August 9, 2014 by oct17

I wonder if you are like me when Saturday comes. I awaken with a nightmarish chill from the leisurely breakfast I am enjoying on the deck with Tom and the birds. I suddenly remember my to-do list of the week … Continue reading →

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Trapped–for a time . . .

Posted on July 16, 2014 by oct17

Bang–the metal door snapped shut. I felt as guilty as an accomplice in a terrible crime. The squirrels had become a nuisance in the yard and gardens; now that they seemed to have lost their fear of the trap, we … Continue reading →

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Smelling God . . .

Posted on July 1, 2014 by oct17

“We ignore the smell of Deity”, warns C.S. Lewis in Letters to Malcolm concerning appropriate adoration to our God. He says it is the inattention we give to events and pleasures all around us. We each ‘wear’ our own personal … Continue reading →

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A taste of squirrel . . .

Posted on June 16, 2014 by oct17

“One bite at a time. That’s how you eat an elephant.” That was my ready reply when my college aged kids began moaning and groaning over a comprehensive class syllabus at each new semester. But they didn’t even like elephant. … Continue reading →

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