Poetry
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Poetry Friday: Moss
I’ve been appreciating moss on our walks in the woods. These images show such a variety of textures and shades. They remind me that sometimes beautiful things grow in quiet, dormant seasons. Bruce…
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Sabbath
I’ve taken a few walks this week. This shaggy little fawn, along with his mother and sibling, greeted us on one of them. I worked hard to photograph these little birds in the…
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Quiet he lies
Our pastor has been taking a close look at what some of our traditional Christmas carols have to teach us. It’s making this richest of seasons even richer. Yesterday while teaching on “Hark…
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Seed speculations
It seems like an odd time of year to be thinking about seeds. It began over the weekend, when my husband got to thinking about God’s provision of seed-bearing plants very early in…
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December state of mind
Here we are: me and my daughters. My oldest is waving. See? We’ve made it through November, one of the grayest months of the year, and yesterday we made another of our ongoing…
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Neighborhood Hawks
The convenience of the high trees! The air’s buoyancy and the sun’s ray Are of advantage to me; And the earth’s face upward for my inspection. My feet are locked upon the rough…
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Birthday sights and thoughts
Isn’t it beautiful? The hummingbird picture (which is impossible for me to photograph without reflections) is a gift from my older daughter, who’s apparently been on the lookout for one after watching me…
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Hummingbird Art
We’re fond of hummingbirds around here. As I mentioned in this post, the sight of them is not uncommon, but it invariably makes us blurt in sudden stage whispers, “Sh! Hummer!” Then we…
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Poetry Friday: Robins
Robins have a certain dignity. They’re great mothers — they fly straight and fast, like an arrow, after the blue jays that try to rob their nests. Plus, who can fail to notice…
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Poetry Friday: The great things
My brain is worried and tired. I pick up the encyclopedia, The volume GIC to HAR, It seems I have read everything in it, So many other nights like this. I sit staring…
