Sheltered Bloom

My pink geranium has begun to bloom.

One of the perks of living here is the amount of sunshine 

we get, even through the winter months. 

I carry my geraniums in for the season 

and place them in south facing windows. 

They graciously reward me with lovely flowers.

"More than anything, I must have flowers, always, always." (Claude Monet)

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Pink Saturday

Joy to the World

"She will bear a Son; and you shall call His name Jesus,
for He will save His people from their sins.” -- Matthew 1:21

"Peace on earth and mercy mild, 

God and sinner reconciled."

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Wordless Wednesday

Deer Talk

"Hey! Do you see what I see, Mom? Another grownup."

"Uh, I wouldn't go down there if I were you."

"Hey! Get your face out of the snow. I'm trying to talk to you."

"Ok, fine. I know when I'm not wanted. . .Hey, Mom! Wait for me!"

The deer around our homestead are a never-ending source of entertainment.

Enjoy your weekend.

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Winter Wardrobe

Welcome gentle snow,

soft and white.

You've dressed the pines for winter.

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Lone Barn

This is the second barn in my 

Scottsbluff, Nebraska collection.

It sits in a corralled area all by its lonesome.

No other buildings.

No livestock. No signs of life, save a few birds in the trees.

I didn't get a sense that it's abandoned.

Although it's elderly, it's still in good shape.

As is the fence.

Quite a bit of character, I'd say.

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Barn Charm #116

Loving Arms

There's something about this picture that comforts me.

Solid

Warm

Home

Like being held in a loving father's arms.

I took this photo of my husband's studio

on October 5th 

after a light dusting of snow.

It was the first snow of the season.
No snowfall since.

It's so dry here. 

We badly need moisture.

A fire started October 9 in nearby 
Rocky Mountain National Park.
and has burned over 3,000 acres. 

It's 88% contained now.

We were under pre-evacuation notice for awhile. 

One structure was lost in the Park.

No lives were lost. 

Thank God for that.

Now my mind shifts to another barrenness;
A dryness of the soul.
 I think about the grieving in Newtown, Connecticut.

And I pray that my Heavenly Father will quench those 

thirsty

grieving

hearts

as only He can.

That He will hold them in His loving arms.

Life is fragile.

So 

fragile.

“Show me, Lord, my life’s end

    and the number of my days;

    let me know how fleeting my life is.

You have made my days a mere handbreadth;

    the span of my years is as nothing before You.

Everyone is but a breath,

    even those who seem secure."

Psalm 39:4-5

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Morning Gift

Sometimes in the early hours of a new day

God surprises me with an exquisite gift.

Like this morning's sunrise.

"Also, the sun rises and the sun sets; 

And hastening to its place it rises there again."

Ecclesiastes 1:5

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