Posted on 02/28/2009 10:43:26 PM PST by JustAmy
Wow, there must have been a ‘goldmine’ in that birdhouse! So fascinating, Amy!
And you, too, Billie Blue! Appreciate the thoughts, too!
Had you seen that piece before? Some hadn’t and really liked it. I have had it a long time and always like to read again!
Or an Ark?
It’s Kraft “Real” Mayo for me, too, jaycee! I’ve never tried anything else, and don’t think we even have a Best Foods brand. I don’t want “light” mayo either. YUK!
What an adorable opening, today! Perfect song by John Denver, too! Thank you, ladies!
Hmmmm....never ‘thunk’ of that! ;o)
I think those are swallows returning to Capistrano.
It is a fascinating painting.
I can sometimes cut back on lots of things but not my Mayo! And for me Kraft is the only one! The only thing, I am not too fond of those new plastic containers! They bother me...they get so messy!
Thanks, Amy. Pretty bouquet, and pretty framing around it! As you may have guessed, I didn’t get here at all yesterday, so am browsing the posts since Tuesday.
That’s such a sweet picture of Chachi and Sissy. Looks like they like to snuggle up on piles of pillows, too. :)
Thanks, yorkie, and I have been smiling all morning at all those baby birds you and the others posted yesterday! Too cute!
Awww, looks like you just about covered it all this morning! So cute!
Over the weekend, I discovered a poem my mother wrote many years ago. I want to share it today.
“His Presence”
I never watch a flower bloom
Without thinking of God;
I see Him in the petals
And in every closed seed pod.
I feel His presence in the Autumn
Afternoon sun’s glow;
I find Him on the hilltops
And in freshly fallen snow.
I hear Him in the pine tree’s sough,
The catbird’s piercing cry;
I sense His voice in waterfalls
And airplanes in the sky.
I smell His essence in the wind
On warm midsummer days;
I experience His bounty
In a hundred different ways.
I glimpse His image in the face
Of every child newborn;
His unselfish love surrounds me
In the still hours of the morn.
His spirit permeates the air;
His signs are everywhere;
His breath is in small bumblebees
And eagles in the air.
His nearness dominates my life;
His presence is as real
As peebles on a sandy beach,
Things I can touch and feel.
Some folks may think that God is dead,
I know it isn’t true;
He lives in all the universe,
He lives in me and you.
(VLC)
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