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Speaking Sky

Psalms 19: The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.  Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.  Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. 

In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun, which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion,, like a champion rejoicing to run his course.  It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat.

My daughter took these pictures on her Memorial Day trip to the Washington coast. (You can click on the pictures to enlarge them.)  Wow…there is nothing like a sunset over the ocean!  These are real pictures, not enhanced with technology. They need nothing else added, the sky is breathtaking and speaking in this moment of time.     The heavens do speak, don’t they?  Linking this post with Spiritual Sunday. 


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Yesterday my daughter and little granddaughters  came for a visit.  As soon as they pulled up, my daughter said Olivia exclaimed “Look at Meme’s flowers, oh I LOVE THEM!”  They were just poppies along the side of the house, their bright orange jumping out in contrast to the green.  I wondered if years from now Olivia will look at orange poppies and remember my garden.  Every time I see creeping phlox under a tree, I think of my grandmother’s garden and a rush of childhood memories comes back to me . I am glad for flowers that visit us ever season, bringing sweet memories of places we have been, and  loved ones that have passed on.

I am off work for eight glorious days. I am looking forward to slowing down and enjoying  long mornings in bed, getting my garden in order, and a few short road trips.  There is much joy in these late spring days. Flowers blooming, a few days off,  and finally being outside after a winter spent inside.   The last days of May are as full of promise as the orange poppies dancing in the breeze on a windy spring day.

Linking with Show and Tell Friday at My Romantic Home.

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I am thinking of lilac trees, that shook their purple plumes,

and when the sash was open, spread fragrance through the room.”Anna Stevens

The season only comes once a year, but it is one I look forward to every year…lilac season.  I have two bushes. This time of year I wonder why I don’t have them scattered throughout my entire backyard!  I look out the window and see the delicate purple blooms blowing in the wind, the spring rain gently falling on their leaves, and watch as they slowly open their flowers in the warm sunshine.  I pick bouquets and scatter them around my home filling the rooms with their fragrance.  I don’t think there is a season quite as lovely and sweet as when the lilacs bloom.

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The forget-me-not’s are blooming at The Old Parsonage now.   On each side of the stone walkway tiny delicate blue flowers are growing wild among the tulips.  Often I hear someone say they are a bothersome weed and tear them out.  (I always wonder at their appreciation of beauty, and silently question their taste!)  I let them spring up where they will and delight in each wild flower. When summer sun fades their blooms, then I pull them up; shaking them as I pull.  The seeds scatter and  I know I can look forward to another spring with delicate blue flowers covering my garden.

This year I have a new reason to adore this flower…our little granddaughter had her picture taken with them.  My daughter has a home photography business, and I think these are just about the sweetest pictures she has taken.  I’m not  partial of course! 🙂

Many years from now when the forget-me-not’s bloom, I will think of our Addie. Her eyes are the color of the flowers, her tiny hands studying and holding the petals, her little face as delicate as a blossom, and looking sweeter than a field of spring wildflowers.

Linking with Ann at A Holy Experience as we share one of the thousands of  sweet gifts straight from the Father’s heart.

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“The older we grow the more precious become the recollections of childhood’s days, especially our memories of mother.  Her love and care halo her memory with a brighter radiance,  for we have discovered that nowhere else in the world is such loving self-sacrifice to be found.”- Laura Ingalls Wilder

I adore this picture of my little granddaughter hugging her mother.  Her expression is sweet happiness in the love of her mother’s arms.  May we remember the love of our mother’s arms today; the happiness of being a child and knowing as long as mother is near, the world is a safe place.  I think one of the closest things to God’s love, is the radiant love of a mother.  Self-sacrificing, unconditional, all protecting…a mother’s love.

Wishing each of you a wonderful Mother’s Day, and linking with Spiritual Sunday this weekend.

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Winter Farm

After days and days of rain, western Washington woke yesterday to blue skies.  I wanted to leave all my chores undone and simply spend the day outside enjoying the cold, crisp winter day.  I sighed…chores did need to be done. So I made a compromise; instead of going through the highway to go to the store, I took the old highway through the dairy farms.  And also my camera to snap a few photos!  If you look carefully on the left, you can see the snow blowing on Mt. Rainer.  It is a mountain of many moods. Yesterday clouds were at the base of it often and the wind blew the snow so much we could see it from miles away. (You can click on the picture and make it bigger.)

I am drawn to taking pictures of barns, this one was taken in the early spring last year.  I think they are so beautiful.  I love the farms as well; the open fields, the cows and horses, the crops growing.  I always wished I grew up living  on a farm instead of in the suburbs.  It’s funny how each of us is drawn to different things.  My mother grew up on a 70 acre farm and hated it; she left as soon as she was able to get out.  She refused to learn any of the skills or work on it in any way.  She was, and still is strong-willed. I suspect my grandmother got tired of the battles and just let her be.   She left, went to the city, and got a job as a secretary.  I was nothing like my mother, I hated the city; we moved to a rural area as soon as we could.  I love all the old skills and enjoy reading and studying about farm life.  I can in the summer, have a large flower garden, and hope this year to grow a small vegetable garden. I wish I lived on a farm, but I do live in a small town with farms around us. It is such a pleasure for me to drive somewhere and see the peaceful farms dotting the landscape.

I am a farmers granddaughter that looks with longing at farms that are no longer in the family. I snap pictures of the barns, imagining what it would be like to live in the farm-house along the side of the road.  Hard work, simple living, and a love for the land are things I value.  And that is true for so many of us.  I’m just glad we don’t have to own a farm to appreciate their beauty.  The farms are there for me; along the side of the roads.  I slowly drive pass and see the horses and cattle grazing in the fields, and see the barns stark and alone on the landscape.  On a cold winter day, they bring great joy.

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Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high”  John Denver

What a wonderful treat the Pacific Northwest has had the last few days…glorious sunshine!!  And with sunshine come the most beautiful blue skies. The mountains surrounding us are white with snow, and the sound glitters in the sun.  Yes, it is cold, but so lovely.  Most of the winter we are cloaked with rain, cloudy skies, and mild winter weather.  The sun has been such a wonderful New Year’s treat.

Mike and I spent the first day of the year out to lunch at a waterfront café.  I was longing to walk along the sound, but the cold air along with a respiratory infection, made us retreat to the warm car.  We settled for a drive and a small walk around the state park where I snapped a few photos.   Sunshine, blue skies, and glittering water…winter blessings!

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