Shades of White

Kiss Me Too

Some of you may remember that my daughter's cow, Kiss Me, suddenly died after the birth of a calf a few years ago. Last year Kiss Me Too had a calf, but it did not survive. This year Kiss Me Too has a new baby frolicking in the pasture. The Kiss Me family is made up of Hug Me, Show Me, Drive Me, and Love Me. Any suggestions on a new name for this baby?

New Me

I've been growing my hair longer. I'm not sure I look better in longer hair, but it sure is a LOT easier to care for. For better or for worse, this is I today.

Jean

(O.K. Tried again. The 1st photo had such poor lighting! This one is better--and you can see Snowflake with his glowing eyes. :-)

Day's End

Gifts from the Cedar

This cedar tree's pine cones are small and delicate.

Nestled in the Grass

And what are these? The road side no longer shares
the flowers beautiful of summer. Quietly hidden,
this small cluster offers us color--not so bold or brilliant
as were found in the dog days.
They are some of the gentle folk, living in peace
near the ground, entangled in frosted grasses
and dying foliage of summer's glory.

Friends

Kiss Me, Too and Hubby

When the truck is broken down and the trailer cannot be used, how do you move the soon-to-be mama to the pasture by the house?

You go for a walk, of course!

I wonder what the people driving by on the highway thought about the farmer out for a walk with his cow!

Autumn Blue

Bagel

I visited my sister last week. Her dog has such silly, fluffy paws! When they go for a walk, sometimes children will laugh out loud when they see Bagel walking by! Don't you just feel like you ought to offer her a scratch?

Daily Devotions

Joy & Strength by Mary Wilder Tileston is a devotional full of daily readings that I read every day. Part of today's selections was worthy of contemplation:

Your life is hid with Christ in God. Colossians 3.3

These are duties which belong to us alike, whatever our outward lot be, whether rich or poor, honored or despised, amid outward joys or sorrows. For as our life is hidden in Christ, so have we all an outward and an inward, a hidden life. Outwardly, we seem busied for the most part about common things, with trivial duties, worthless tasks. Inwardly we are, or ought to be, studying how, in all to please God, walking in His sight, doing them in His Presence, seeking to know how He would have them done. So amid trivial things we may be, nay men are, in every station of life, pleasing God, that is, leading angels' lives, in that they are doing His will on earth, as the angels in heaven. They are "servants of His, doing His pleasure."

                                                                Edward B. Pusey

Take a Walk in the Morning

October Mist

Dropped from the Oak

Morning at Fairview

Beauty Along the Roadside

Waning Gibbous