Tuesday, January 21, 2014

The Gardener's Friend

Here he comes, the perky robin in his gay red breast --- He perches on the barrow, absolutely self-possessed. . . . Looking for a snack perhaps, his dinner or his tea. But I'm inclined to think he likes a bit of company.

He carries on a conversation, chirping, twittering --- making friendly observations --- idly gossiping . . . And whether it is warm and fine or winter cold and grey --- He comes around to have a chat and pass the time of day.

~ Patience Strong ~

Thursday, January 09, 2014

A Dreamer's Snowfall

I love this poem! Especially these parts. . .

A song is in the snowfall,
A bird of soft, white wings. . .

A God is in the snowfall,
The God of peaceful homes. . .

And this:

A beauty's in the snowfall,
A Cinderella's shoe,
It's like a picture postcard
A world that's bright and new!

I hope you are enjoying winter. Has there been a snowfall near you recently?

January Thoughts


A fresh start.

Reflections upon the past.

Hope for the new.




{This lovely old schoolhouse stands in the wheat field of a friend who lives nearby}