It seems this word, permission, puts a bad taste in peoples’ mouths these days.
We were recently told of some folks that had trespassers on their property. These folks did not ask permission to be on that property. A post on social media about them being there (the owners did not know who it was) brought such as onslaught of negative remarks to the landowners, the post was removed.
“They have a right to be there.”
“People can go where they want.”
“You have no business owning so much land.”
The property is used for hunting so the owners were concerned for the safety of those trespassers. Is it because asking permission puts one in a humble position?
There are so many good photographers of birds on the internet. The photos are remarkable, and some do not even seem possible to me to capture. Such patience and great timing. I admire all of them.
For me, it is more of a ‘catch as catch can’ with photographing birds. It was so thrilling to see this special little bird at our feeder last week. I have fed birds for forty years, and still have some I am waiting to see, i.e. an Evening Grosbeak and/or a Rose-Breasted Grosbeak. Oh the joy of seeing one of them at our feeders.
I hardly believed my eyes early the other morning when looking out at the feeder. Transfixed at the window, I did not dare to move, but needed field glasses for a positive identification. To my intense joy, my eyes proved correct.
There foraging all around the ground was an adorable Rufous-Sided Towhee! Happily eating the sunflower seed off the ground (they are ground feeders). I have admired Towhees for many years, and enjoy beyond measure their sweet, Spring song, “Drink your Teeeaaa!”. But I have never had one at the feeder.
There was no photo taken because I was having such joy just watching it. It flew away just as I was thinking I could get a photo. That sweet little bird gave me a second chance. It was at the feeder the following morning. I did not dare to open a window or door, so the photos were taken through windows with screens.
These photos are surely not the best, but by golly, I have one, and that is so fun. Just look and see how cute and happy this bird is! It is sure to put a smile on your face. I love what Calvin used to say in the comic strip Calvin and Hobbes, “There is treasure everywhere!”
Gentle is not an adjective I would ever use to describe myself.
I grew up on a 1,500 acre tourist business/farm. This meant we had to work and work more. It was not for the faint of heart. It was the life I knew, and enjoyed. Though the work was endless, so were the laughs, family times and joys.
Learning to be gentle was taught to me by the animals. Cats, especially, do not respond well to rude behavior. Actually, nothing does. Animals taught me much about managing myself personally. I love the Scripture that says, ask the birds, they will teach you. Indeed they will.
Life is an interesting journey. I love the way The Lord uses it so wonderfully to teach us His quiet, gentle ways. Glory.
I have realized pinecones are like me. No wonder I like them! When they get wet, they close up. And they close up tightly. I am not keen on being wet either. My husband, on the other hand, loves the water and being in it. I have always told him I would not mind being in the water if I did not have to get wet. He thinks I am humorous and weird.
Pinecones can be found placed all around our house. I put them inside and outside around the house and gardens. There was an especially pretty one sitting on the bench outside our kitchen door. We have had terrific winds these past few days, whereupon, I found that pinecone completely soaked in the dogs water bowl.
Picking the poor soaked thing up, I put it in the kitchen to watch it dry out. What a pretty process it was watching it dry out and unfold.
Here is the photographic study that was three days in the process:
So teach us (me) to number our (my) days, That we (I) may gain a heart of wisdon. Ps. 90:12.
This having always been a fervent prayer of mine through every stage of life. Time is an enigma that has pierced my thought life always. It is a “burn in my belly” desire, as a friend explained it once to me. To be keenly aware of every day given to me. To savor and love and thank God for everyday.
I have determined to savor each and every day. For life truly is but a vapor…
It has been said that ‘It is not possible to sit at two different tables at the same time.’
This analogy carries into the murder of babies (aka abortion) as well. One cannot call themselves a Christ follower and believe abortion is ok. It is not possible. Jesus is life. He gave life to the dead man Lazarus. Babies are gifts to us from God for His Glory.
I have often thought what would the baby say if asked “Do you want to be killed today?” I can think of no other sin that must give our Lord such sadness as this. We are killing His children.
“People need people. God does His best work through people” Dr. David Jeremiah.
True, so true I thought as I quickly scribbled it on a scrap of paper before it got lost in the busyness of the early morning. How fun and exciting it is to see and visit with neighbors out in their yards, or on a stroll around our little valley. We were designed for community. So, post on your favorite media photos of you and your neighbors. Be sure to use hashtag:
We are getting out more with this lovely weather. Take a photo and post it:
What color is brown? This question gets even more interesting with chicken eggs.
We do not have a large flock of chickens, but they are happy, clucky girls. They make the sweetest sound when they are happy. When fed treats they especially make happy sounds. Sorta like we folks do when eating our treats, “Yum! Yummy!” They have many different voices and sounds. #chickensmakeuschuckle when the one Isa Brown, Dot, chases our dog through the barn. She makes a sharp, directive, short sound while staring him down and following him with a threatening hearty peck. He gets out of her way. If I did not know better, I would believe she comes after me at times with her sassy look and quick pace!
Eggs are the same way, they come in different sizes, shapes and color. All the chickens we have owned have laid brown eggs. We have Rhode Island Reds, Barred Rocks, Black Sex-link, Australorps, and Isa Browns. Chickens are curious, given a multi-roomed laying area, more times than not they will each lay their eggs in the same nest. It seems to be a favorite to all. This can and does change over time, which makes for many a morning to feel like an Easter Egg Hunt (for the free-range birds that is). There have been times I thought the chickens were not laying , only to catch a glimpse of one coming from a different quiet place singing her “I’ve laid my egg!” song and found, all neatly tucked in a small pile of a sweet nest, over a dozen eggs!
Never will I forget visiting a horse farm full of pretty horses, dogs, cats, chickens and baby chicks everywhere and going into one of the horse stalls to find a nest full of eggs right in the corner on the floor. They were safe among the horses the owner told me. Our hens live around our horses, dogs and cats without worry but they have not made a nest on the stall floors. Max, our big black & white cat will often give them a chase, but it is all in jest. He likes the barn mice better.
I have watched a couple of the hens lay their eggs. One must stand quietly and out of sight so as not to disturb her. They sit so still and make a quiet, hardly audible sound, while at the same time plucking a piece of hay here and there to make the nest comfy. Just before laying the egg, their back end rises up to deposit the warm egg in the soft bedding. A moment or two later, up they get and sing their ‘egg laying’ song. The egg looks brown. I suppose it is brown until I gather them all at the end of the day and give them one big admiring stare. It is then I notice just how different in color and shape they truly are. Some have hints of pink, others more dark, some a little more yellow, a few have tiny speckles, some are big and round, others slim and pointed.
Call me simple, but I never grow tired of looking at them. To me they are a wonder.
I owe a lot to my husband. It is because of his willingness to carry the heavy load of sole provider that enabled me to stay home, raise, home school and enjoy the fast years of childhood with our five children.
We had a grand time together (mostly). It makes my husband and me smile when we hear our grown children say, “I had a great childhood, and want my kids to have the same.”
I am grateful he was willing to carry that heavy load. We worked hard together and now we are in our older years enjoying our time together and our grandchildren. Though he has not yet retired, we are now working together towards that goal.
I listen to very little news anymore. I find it depressing, questionable, repetitive, negative, frightful and of little relevance to my life. Dear reader, be gentle, I simply have not the time nor interest in what is going on 24/7 in the whole wide world. We truly live in the information age. Problem is, what does one do with all this information? Information overload. It is far too heavy to carry, and way too much to hardly know where to begin to help.
The most pervasive feeling continual news gives me (and I think it may be intentional?) is a sense of helplessness. What, in the world can one little person do to stem this current tide of division so prevalent in our own society? We have family members that refuse to speak to one another, lifetime friends that no longer talk or visit together, and folks that do not even know the names of their next-door neighbors.
The term today is cancel-culture, but I think it should be called CANCER-CULTURE. For it spreads ugly and fiercely like cancer. It seems to have a life of its own, and is bent on destroying everything and everyone it gets close to.
I have always turned off the news from Thanksgiving to the first of a New Year. It was my time ‘off’ from the worries of the world, and time to focus on family and holidays. I enjoyed it so much, it seemed logical and sane to stay that way. So, I decided to listen only once a day to news, and read the paper that comes once a week to our home. Period.
That decision has sure improved my outlook on life, I’ll tell ya. I also have given much thought to what could I do to improve our societal division? Here is my idea, for what it is worth:
I believe this positive hashtag will help promote good will between folks and will be a fun way to spread smiles and a sense of belonging among we the people. I invite anyone who would like to accept this challenge to take a part in mending fences and spreading good will with our neighbors, family and friends. I will post my first two photos below. Post your photos on the social media you like and be sure to use the hashtag:
Join in if you feel like spreading some smiles for we American people again. As for me, I am weary of media telling me what I am. One photo at a time we can show who we, the American people, really are.