Blueberry Picking

The Slip and Slide

Happy 4th of July!

George Washington
Bella & Alley
Alley, Michael and Andrew
Em in her lil' pool
eating a cupcake
Dad & Em eating some corn
Eating some more corn
Just looking cute
having fun with sparklers and watching fireworks from our neighbors yard

SUMMER!!!

Summer is finally here!! The pool is up,and so is the air conditioning. Here are a few pics and a poem.

A Summer Day by Lucy Maud Montgomery

I

The dawn laughs out on orient hills
And dances with the diamond rills;
The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs
The silken, beaded gossamers;
In the wide valleys, lone and fair,
Lyrics are piped from limpid air,
And, far above, the pine trees free
Voice ancient lore of sky and sea.
Come, let us fill our hearts straightway
With hope and courage of the day.


II

Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower,
Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower,
Where bees hold honeyed fellowship
With the ripe blossom of her lip;
All silent are her poppied vales
And all her long Arcadian dales,
Where idleness is gathered up
A magic draught in summer's cup.
Come, let us give ourselves to dreams
By lisping margins of her streams.


III

Adown the golden sunset way
The evening comes in wimple gray;
By burnished shore and silver lake
Cool winds of ministration wake;
O'er occidental meadows far
There shines the light of moon and star,
And sweet, low-tinkling music rings
About the lips of haunted springs.
In quietude of earth and air
'Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer.

Wordless Wednesday

Some Old Photos

Happy Easter!!!

Sorry I'm a little late on this one, I've been so busy with the ballet of Cinderella. (I play the fire) Here is an Easter poem.

THE RESURRECTION

We hold so close to our hearts

The cross where Jesus died

But so much more than the blood-stained cross

Is that Jesus came back to life

The stone's been rolled away

The tomb lay open and bare

They looked for Him, and then the angel said

That He is no longer here

Oh what joy they must have felt

To see Him just once more

To eat with Him, to drink with Him

To receive Him back as Lord

So much did He accomplish

Through His death upon the cross

And in His rising from the dead

He reconciled us back to God

Nothing else could bridge the gap

That sin had wrenched apart

Now we can freely go to God

And receive Christ in our hearts

Good Friday
E. Pauline Johnson

Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm Bends back the brier that edges life's long way, That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm, I do not feel the thorns so much to-day. Because I never knew your care to tire, Your hand to weary guiding me aright, Because you walk before and crush the brier, It does not pierce my feet so much to-night. Because so often you have hearkened to My selfish prayers, I ask but one thing now, That these harsh hands of mine add not unto The crown of thorns upon your bleeding brow.