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On Our Sunday Drive...

Before we left home, I snapped these first two photos. I must say it is getting cooler and more neutral colored outdoors, but even so, there is beauty. I especially love the revealed forms of trees after they have lost their leaves.

Pansies and Spirea at Home

Which way shall we go?


Milkweed Pods

A New Holland at Rest

A Piece of the Smoky Hills

Wheat Field

Wild Creek

Prairie Grass gone to Seed

A Hedge Tree Sculpture

Thanksgiving Photos

A Lovely Thanksgiving Bouquet from my Aunt Arlene in Ohio
Last year we had a shrimp dinner at our house for Thanksgiving. This year we went to Abilene, KS to eat at the Historic Kirby House Restaurant.  After a fine lunch, my folks, Mike and I came back to our house and viewed a video from old times and a slide show of older times. Later we shared a supper of spinach quiche, pie and coffee. Mom made the pies and quiche which were the best! Yummmm!

Mom, me and Dad

Mike and me

Dad and Mike preparing for a slide show of priceless old family photos

I took this photo of a slide projected on the big screen so it has a loss of quality, but it was a grand treat to see some slides from the 60's!
My brother Steve and me at Christmas as little tykes. (I'm thinking Mom or Dad asked us to give a kiss to make a sweet photo. And I think it worked!) Steve got this awesome metal fire truck and in another photo I got a cute rocking horse. Dig the funky television?

The slide projector propped up on a N…

Thanksgiving Blessings

Oh give thanks to the LORD, for He is good,

For His lovingkindness is everlasting.

On Our Sunday Drive... night.
Christmas lights around town.
Some folks are lit up!
I'll have to figure out camera settings
to get better night shots,
but these weirded-out ones are kinda cool.

This is the bridge over the Smoky Hill River
at Mill and First Streets.
All the grand-cuties love to go over the lighted bridge.
When the Henry, Marcail and Naomi were younger, their word for bridge was "firge" and now "firge" has remained our word for "bridge".
We like to drive over the firge.

O my Savior, help me.

"O my Savior, help me.
I am slow to learn, prone to forget, and weak to climb;
I am in the foothills when I should be on the heights;
I am pained by my graceless heart,
my prayerless days,
my poverty of love,
my sloth in the heavenly race,
my sullied conscience,
my wasted hours,
my unspent opportunities.
I am blind while the light shines around me:
take the scales from my eyes,
grind to dust my heart of unbelief.
Make it my highest joy to study you,
meditate on you,
gaze on you,
sit like Mary at your feet,
lean like John on your breast,
appeal like Peter to your love,
count like Paul all things but dung.
I believe, help my unbelief. Amen"

This is a confession of sin we often read together as a church body.

I’ve been considering the difference between sin-loathing and self-loathing. It gets muddy in my mind, though it shouldn’t. I think too highly of myself and not highly enough of Christ who atoned for my sin. When I ask Mike about sin/self loathing, I interrupt him in his morning quiet time ov…

Eleanor and I stayed at Liv's

while Daddy was at work, Mommy took Chloe to the hospital for tests and Sean was at preschool. We read and sang awhile which I enjoyed, but I think the highlight for Eleanor was getting to play with my camera bag. She called it my "tiny bag" and maybe in comparison to my purse it could seem tiny. When Eleanor tries to say "t" words they come out as "s" words, so she played with my "siny bag" and a couple batteries. She got quite a kick out of that and liked wearing it around her neck.

Eleanor crawled up to be near Mommy and baby Chloe after they got home.

Chloe fell asleep in the car on the way home from the hospital after a big morning.

First Snow

The snow had some fine landing spots.
It won't last, but it was pretty coming down.

Icy Snow on Magnolia Leaves

Lawnmower's Rest

On Our Sunday Drive

Crabapples and Raindrops
Hanging from a "Donald Wyman" Crabapple tree in our yard

A Hay Field

A Road with a view to "Twin Mounds"

A Deer Posing for a photo
(Check out the green grass of the wheat while so many things are giving way to almost winter!)

Curious Cows

"How Now, Brown Cow"

Scrabble Report

Just thought I'd report: Mike and I played two games of Scrabble last evening. We were going to watch a video that we'd seen before, but it just sounded too tiring, so we got out the Scrabble game and the helpful little turntable. I won the first game. Mike says I always win, but it's not true. He won the second game.
We used to play with a sweet older lady named Eloise. She'd have Mike and me over when we were a young married couple. She heard we liked Scrabble. She would feed us. We'd do the dishes, then get right to playing Scrabble. I may have mentioned this before, but she was a Scrabble champ! She was one of the sweetest ladies I ever knew. But she killed us at Scrabble every time! She'd put down a couple letters and score about 50 points and the coolest thing was she did it so sweetly! Now, Mike and I never play a game of Scrabble without remembering Eloise's sweet hospitality and amazing Scrabble skills! Since Mike won a game last night, I may have …

Two Of Us (Sunday Driving)

We took the camera, memory card and batteries, but took no pictures. There were plenty of things to photograph, but I didn't. Some days are just like that. It was a gorgeous Sunday and it reminded me of this song, except that we didn't wear raincoats. (No, I didn't write the thought/comment bubbles in this video...)

Here's the Thing: Maple Syrup

Tab and I were talking on the phone this morning. Our conversation trailed smoothly from one topic to another and on the trail we briefly discussed maple syrup. Tab said she has really come to appreciate real maple syrup. As we were comparing fake thicker syrup to the real thing she said,
"I love real maple syrup. You have to search for the flavor of it."
She wasn't trying to be poetic, but that statement hit me as being poetically descriptive for maple syrup! (My loose interpretation of this statement is that while the fake stuff just gets right in there and makes itself known, real maple syrup is a sweet subtle treat that is best enjoyed by being savored!)
She then said that Cracker Barrel sounded so good!
I heartily agree!

Along the Road

Written by Dan Fogelberg
and sung by Susan Ashton, Margaret Becker and Christine Dente 
(Last song on Fogelberg's Phoenix album )

And as a follow-up video: Here is Monkey River:
(Just because!)

Contemplation on Christ

When God initiates his plan of salvation in a person, he will complete it. If he regenerates the heart of a sinner so that he can see the things of God, he will draw him irresistibly to his son, Jesus Christ, who purchased his salvation on the cross, and through the work of the Holy Spirit will escort him through this life to the glory of the Father's presence. And he will be as secure in that process as if he were living in the loving hand of God himself. 
- J.D. Wetterling