Have a lovely day! God be with you. ❤️, Amy
Through My Lens
Today is March 20th, the first day of spring, and that means my Grandpa Frank would have been 129 years old today. Happy birthday, Grandpa ❤️!!
I hope you have a wonderful day and get out to enjoy a bit of nature wherever you are. God be with you! ❤️, Amy
Sunshine and Signs of Spring
It was 70*F this afternoon! I decided to lie on the grass and watch the clouds pass between the budding limbs of our river birch and the neighbor’s trees. The warm rays felt so good, I felt winter melting away!
The birds are getting used to me being outside again and have been coming closer. I wish I could describe the glorious yellow of the goldfinches sitting in the trees and visiting the feeders. I can’t stop taking photos of them. Their color reminds me of rich, farm fresh, creamy butter.
Not to be outdone, the cardinals have been showy and coming to the yard a lot. It’s incredible that one bird can have so many shades of red. Some of their breast feathers seem shimmery, as if tipped with frost when the sun hits them just right.
Since taking up photography two years ago, I have tried to get a good picture of a carolina chickadee. Somehow their glimmering black eyes always manage to get lost and blend in with the strip of black feathers on their heads. Well, today I found success! I’m right well pleased with this picture.
Trees, shrubs, and flowers are coming alive and it won’t be long until hubby can add a bit of landscaping to the backyard. I can’t wait to get some flowers planted that will attract not only birds but butterflies too.
Thanks for stopping by. May God be with you. ❤️, Amy
Welcome to another photo collection of life in the Ozarks!
No post is complete without my two favorite cats!
Autumnal blessings to you! ❤️ Amy
Goodbye May 2020, Don’t Forget to Take Your Germy Germs With You!
Life During the Time of Corona through My Camera Lens
We’re both ready for the current madness to end and return to whatever the new normal will be, I’m sure you and yours are too. Stay sane, safe, and healthy, we’re all in this together together ❤!
A chill in the air, pumpkins, bales of hay, colorful leaves, small town festivals and fairs, costumes and candy, long sleeves, and warm bowls of chili. Autumn is my favorite season and I am not alone. More poems have been written extolling Autumn’s winsome ways than any other season. One of my favorite childhood memories is playing with my younger sister for hours in the leaves. I would rake “roads” out of the leaves in the backyard and she would “drive” her Tonka Truck through them all with Ken and Barbie dressed up in their warmest outfits in the driver and passenger seats.
It wasn’t until I was older that I understood how the changing seasons reflect the stages of our lives. I am now in the early autumn of my life as the big 50 lies in wait to spring upon me in six months time. I miss the never ending energy and gusto of the spring of my youth. I fondly remember the excitement and first-time experiences of living through the summer season, too. All the “adult” things like the first job in my chosen profession, buying my first house and my first car, being entirely responsible for budgeting my first paycheck…and so on were exciting times. During the first two seasons of life the sun hardly ever seemed to set and youth had enough vitality to live the long days to their fullest measure.
Now, in the early autumn of my life, my energy wanes like the shortening days, with fewer productive hours to get things done. There are not nearly as many firsts to experience, either. However, what has been lost from the previous seasons has been made up for in privileges only afforded to those blessed with long years. I have lived long enough to have naturally accrued some wisdom along the way.
I’ve learned how to tell the difference between what is important and what is not, and the truth from a lie. People are more important than things. I can look back and see how God has led me through the fires and floods to safer, higher ground. And I have learned having fun is different than living a life of joy, the latter being so much more important and meaningful. Chasing after experiences does not equate experiencing life to the fullest. The fullest life is one that surrenders self in order to experience the indwelling of the living God, Christ living in me and me living in Him.
As the trees change to autumnal colors and I find myself purposefully traveling roads with hilltops that afford me a larger breadth of view so I can soak in all the beauty, I look back over my life to see the distance I have travelled. Not all the views are beautiful, I’ve not lived perfectly, just humanly. However, I can see and feel the hand of God lifting me higher and higher until the dead and barren patches are covered over with His forgiveness, mercy, grace, and loving-kindness. He calls us all to live, move, and have our being in Him (Acts 17:28). He really does make all things beautiful in His time (Ecclesiastes 3:11)!
Worth the Wait…
Being on hold for an extended time is a trial of patience, at least it is for me. Several things in life are currently on hold for us at present, but the biggest two revolve around fixer uppers. The largest of these continues to be our shower remodel. What was to have been “about a three week job” has, as of today, stretched into it’s fifth week. It’s not really anyone’s fault and I know this is typically how these things work out. However, living like we’re camping is no longer endearing and all the dust and muck makes our home feel less comfy. Word is that the project will be wrapped up before the end of next week. The guys are working on the trim today and putting in the shower fixtures. The last piece of the puzzle should be the glass for the door and window which had to be special ordered. Feel free to browse the latest round of shower pictures at the end of the post.
In addition to the shower, we are planning to get new carpet for the master bedroom. We picked it out this weekend and are excited about getting it. Of course, we don’t want it installed until all the shower mess is finished. When they come to install it they are also going to stretch the carpet in the master closet which has somehow developed a weird lump. So, we don’t want to move everything back into the closet until they come to do the carpet. Naturally, they won’t be able to get the carpet laid for another couple of weeks.
I think I’ll just be off to sing some camp songs and eat s’mores.
The slow progression continues: