Sunday, May 6, 2018

Sunday Stroll: Eagles

New babies growing. This is the 4th year I have watched this nest.



A bit of solace as the day ebbs on. I think of all the lovely areas I have seen this year and yearn to be able and see more. The spark that makes me keep moving is always in my heart and I find joy in sharing with all my friends I have had for a long time, as well as my new friends. I have made a few travel plans, but as we ready to sell the farm a tear is in my eye. My kids have developed a three company endeavor and need more land to continue with the livestock and meat processing area. There is also a developmental company that cleans up asbestos and other hazardous wastes to make our world a better place to live and a house inspection company. I  plan on looking at a small place to hang my hat, but will continue offering inspiration and prayers for them to prosper as they have done so well. It makes a parent proud to see their children in adult years, but I still see them as youngsters. The other day I dreamed of them still in grade school doing an early cooking project together and woke up with my heart filled with joy. I have been working on a new project with a large inner city group that keeps my mind working full time. Last week twelve ministers prayed for the entire city to prosper and grow spiritually for the entire day. I felt the warmth and happiness carried to me on a gentle prairie breeze. Wishing you all health and happiness as our lives meld together and we share beauty that surrounds me.





Hello Bob Cat. A friend from Africa recently asked why I referred to all the bass we were catching as Billy.  I am not sure why and felt it was a hard question to answer. It is hard like trying to describe chocolate or coffee to someone who has never tried them.  Yesterday a young lady skating by on a path asked how I was doing. I smiled and said I couldn't believe she wasn't joining me. She hadn't been out since she was six and said she was 22. I handed my pole to her each time I got another and we shared my love of fishing for a couple hours. The excitement in her eyes reminded me of a good friend I have just lost and healed some of my sorrow. Hey Bob and Billy, glad to see you again!!!!

Charolette Elizabeth, born this morning to my oldest and her husband, a fifth child for them.


Ate a bunch of these with six trout I caught yesterday



13 comments:

  1. Good Afternoon, I know you are very proud of your children and their hard work and accomplishments. Congrats on the sweet little granddaughter born today; a blessing from the Lord. God has a way of placing people in our path to help us thru difficult times. The young lady you shared your fishing pole with is one of those folks. About once a week, I ride thru the local gardens to photograph the flowers...I was reminded today of the lyrics to "This Is My Father's World." As I grow older, those lyrics become more meaningful. All the best wish your inner city group. Prayers for you from across the miles.

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  2. I enjoyed all the photos you shared very much. Here are the lyrics to the beautiful hymn.

    This is my Father’s world,
    And to my list’ning ears
    All nature sings, and round me rings
    The music of the spheres.
    This is my Father’s world:
    I rest me in the thought
    Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas—
    His hand the wonders wrought.
    This is my Father’s world:
    The birds their carols raise,
    The morning light, the lily white,
    Declare their Maker’s praise.
    This is my Father’s world:
    He shines in all that’s fair;
    In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
    He speaks to me everywhere.
    This is my Father’s world:
    Oh, let me ne’er forget
    That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
    God is the ruler yet.
    This is my Father’s world,
    The battle is not done:
    Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
    And earth and Heav’n be one.

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  3. This post is filled with beauty and tenderness: in the stunning photographs and the poignant text. Thank you for sharing.

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  4. Around here we call those morels, "dry land fish". Good eating! Congrats on the new grandbabe!

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  5. Changes and changes. One has to go with changes to keep up with the times.

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  6. Congrats to your family on the new addition! Your photos are wonderful. Oh, and I call all squirrels Charlie, because I once had a neighbor who did.

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  7. So many things going on there. Congratulations on the new addition to the family and to your kids on their new business

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  8. Some fabulous shots here, Steve! The eagles, the beautiful deer face, the owl in flight, and the bobcat are among my favorites. Sounds like your life is taking another turn. I'm sorry for the loss of your friend. Congratulations on the birth of a new granddaughter.

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  9. Hi Steve - just brilliant photos and 'sad' narrative to go with it - life just goes on doesn't it ... but excellent your 'kids' are going great guns and looking forward to a larger farm working together. Your newest grandchild is a delight ... take care enjoying your new project and sorting things out ... all the best - cheers Hilary

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  10. Awww! Congratulations on the new granbaby!!!! She's lovely!
    SELL the farm?? I HAVE been gone for awhile! Hope you find yourself another perfect place to hang your hat!
    Sorry about the loss of your friend...
    (((((HUG)))))

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  11. love your pictures and your words. Congratulations in your beautiful new grand daughter.

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  12. Not only were your photographs wonderful, I thought your text was extra special too ...

    Many congratulations on your sweet new granddaughter's arrival.

    My good wishes

    All the best Jan

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  13. Such a beautiful, loving post! Congrats on your new beautiful grand daughter!

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