Dear Reader:
The plans of mice and men and Ya’s and floods ( including bullfrogs) often go astray- long story but hope to back in action Thursday October 8!
Believe me I have missed all of you but know that I am not alone but with the best of friends!
Please say a prayer for Jackson who lost her home in the Columbia floods!
Conditions at Edisto prevented me from getting home yesterday. Hope to get home soon. Everyone take care! Lots of stories are coming!
Dear Reader:
Searching for Sunday is the book that our Sunday School class is studying this year. We have just started into the first couple of chapters and I find it interesting that I am relating to a young author (about my children’s ages-30’s) dubbed, collectively, the ‘millennials.’
These are the young people who came of age around the year 2000 and the group that is leaving the church in droves. It is estimated that eight million millennials will depart before they turn thirty.
This is the group who is tired of ” culture wars and religious entanglement with party politics and power.” They don’t want to have to choose between science and religion or intellectual integrity and faith. They want to talk about the “tough stuff”- Biblical interpretation, religious pluralism, sexuality, racial reconciliation and social justice with no “cop outs” and/or simplistic responses.
Rachel Evans explains that her generation wants to “bring their own selves through the church doors, without leaving their hearts and minds behind, without wearing a mask.” And, contrary to popular belief…they don’t want to be entertained with band music, and fog machines.
Evans points out, like many of us, she is hanging on to Christianity with her fingernails…but she is hanging on and doing it tightly. As much as she once thought that she wanted to try Christianity alone…she has since realized that she needs a community …a church to support her in her journey of faith.
Well-known author, Barbara Brown Taylor, puts it: ” In an age of information overload…the last thing any of us needs is more information about God. We need the practice of incarnation, by which God saves the lives of those whose intellectual assent has turned them dry as dust, who have run frighteningly low on the bread of life, who are dying to know more God in their bodies. Not more about God. More God!“
It was that last statement that touched the essence of my own personal search for God. We want to feel God in us or like Psalm 34:8 says: “Taste and see that the Lord is good.”
For me…it is finding that illusive “Bic lighter” to ignite the Divine Spark found in each of us. To find the portal that leads to our soul (covered and hidden by our body) and let the light out to shine on our fellowman throughout our life.
So until tomorrow…Help us Father find the Divine Spark within us that will let “our little light shine” in the darkness.
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
*Since last Thursday I have been at Edisto with the Ya’s but also with several other Erskine classmates for a mini-Erskine Reunion. Beach houses were rented out with the goal of catching up on old friendships.
So if I haven’t responded to your comments or emails or donations….I’m BACK and you are my first priority now! Tomorrow’s blog will be filled with old college memories and new ones…
Dear Reader:
Can’t we just feel the transition in the air now between Indian Summer and Autumn? I feel the change around me in every one of my senses…smell, sight, sound, taste, and touch.
If you have ever wondered exactly what Indian Summer means and its origin ….wonder no longer. Indian summer is a term often used to describe a warm, calm spell of weather that occurs in autumn…usually between the end of September through November.
The exact origins of the phrase are uncertain, several writers have speculated it may originally have referred to a spell of warm, hazy autumn conditions that allowed Native American Indians to continue hunting.
Whatever the origin of the phrase, it evidently first was used in the eastern United States. The first recorded use of the phrase appears in a letter written by a Frenchman called John de Crevecoeur dated 17 January 1778. In his description of the Mohawk country he writes “Sometimes the rain is followed by an interval of calm and warm which is called the Indian summer.”
Our interval, following these past rainy days, has brought us slightly cooler weather which feels more like autumn than Indian Summer….though, as we all know, temperature is relative to location and in most of the United States…our seventies weather would certainly be considered Indian Summer for our northern state-mates.
All I know is that I am loving it and all the sensations of fall that are falling around me. As I type with my window wide open I can hear the rustle of leaves and especially the pinging noise of acorns hitting the pavement/driveway outside my window.
I have a new friend….Skippy the Squirrel. Every afternoon he comes looking for acorns and I can hear him munching before I actually see him with my eyes.
He makes me chuckle with his funny antics….especially one afternoon last week when the acorns were still attached to a fallen branch. He had to pick the whole limb up with leaves and acorns still intact and push it against a tree to get the momentum to pry the acorns free from the limb. Smart Skippy!
I like writing October…it is something about starting a word with an ‘O’ that feels like a sled flying down a snowy slope. Don’t we remember, in school, practicing writing words in cursive and feeling that wonderful flow and rhythm with certain words. I sure do.
A word starting with a ‘L’ was always my favorite. I remember writing words like lovely, longevity, laughter, and longingly. I enjoyed writing my address…especially the town and state….Laurens, South Carolina. I always slanted the ‘L’ words to the right, as if a strong breeze had suddenly come up and pushed them a little off-kilter in that direction.
*Don’t get me started on the cessation of teaching cursive handwriting in public schools….my tirade can be scary. How will children ever feel the flow of words again…how will they ever be able to read historical first-hand accounts like the original Declaration of Independence or Preamble to the Constitution. What are educators thinking? Whew…okay…I have stopped. I feel better…got that off my chest!
Transitions periods, whether seasonal or personal, can leave us feeling somewhat unsettled and unsure. These intervals are like the lines between two dots on either end….we know we need to find a starting point and an ending point…but we aren’t sure how long the transitional line will or should last.
Like Skippy the Squirrel, sometimes we just have to problem-solve our way to the next ending point where hopefully a reward is waiting.
So until tomorrow…Transition periods are like bridges….no matter how intimidating they might appear…we must learn to cross them to get to the rewards of the next stage in our lives. And believe me…the stage I am in right now…surpasses my wildest dreams!
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
Honey sent me this picture of Indian Summer with all the beautiful oranges by a local artist James Davis from Lake Lure, NC….it expresses what Indian Summer should be.
Dear Reader:
When I first read the title quote…I paused and re-read it. Love is a conversation, not a message (original quote by Douglas Stone.) I needed to think on this a minute.
The quote accompanied a short story titled : “Unspoken Love” by Emily King in Chicken Soup for the Gardener’s Soul. Puzzled I picked up the book and began the story…then I understood the quote.
Don’t you love my rose bush by the fence? It isn’t my rose bush, however, it is my neighbor Vickie’s rose bush. She had been given it by another colleague at work (since Vickie has a well-earned reputation as a woman with a BIG GREEN THUMB,)
The problem was that her yard doesn’t get enough light for roses…so she asked me about planting it at the end of my driveway so that she could see it from her front yard. More importantly, to me, without a green thumb, Vickie could apply emergency measures if the rose bush needed something that I was clueless about… so far the plan has worked.
Vickie is an early riser…I am more of a moderate one…but many a morning (since acquiring the rose bush) I have seen Vickie cutting stems, buds, fertilizing, or watering it, as needed.
This leaves me in a great position…I get to enjoy it without worrying about killing it…either over-watering, cutting back stems at the wrong time, etc.
Vickie is a quiet soul and she is a jewel of a neighbor…she just quietly goes about making our street look better for her being on it. She’s not afraid of hard work and her yard shows it. Her love of gardening speaks loudly even if she doesn’t. It tells us how much she cares for us and our neighborhood.
Vickie, like Dave, in the short story, is a person of few words. But from both of them I have come to understand the quote.
“Saying “I love you” is a conversation, not a message.” Douglas Stone
“Unspoken Love”
Emily knew when she married Dave that he was a man of few words. Their marriage was a strong one but both did have their own opinions…like when it came to roses. Dave had little use for rose bushes and Emily treasured them.
Dave felt like they demanded too much tedious care ( pruning, spraying, mulching, and fertilizing) while Emily considered every minute of their care well worth the results…and the fragrance.
One winter Emily fell in love with the idea of an English rose garden while going through a catalogue, she worked hard setting it up in the spring and diligently watered all summer.
It was in the fall that she began to feel pain in her lower stomach. Day by day it increased in intensity until she was forced to see a doctor. After several tests she got the call to come in for the results and bring her husband.
She had colon cancer. The plan was surgery first followed by six months of chemotherapy.
She only had a week to let her family and friends know before the surgery took place. A month later she was home and lying on the sofa listening to the weather report. Possible snow and bitter cold temperatures.
“Oh no” Emily moaned, “I never did get the roses mulched.”
Dave said nothing, but following the weather forecast, the practical handyman said, “I’d better go winterize the outside faucets” and headed towards the garage.
A few minutes later, Emily hobbled to the kitchen sink for a glass of water and noticed Dave in the back yard where her roses were planted. He was carefully heaping mulch around every rose plant.
She smiled and watched her quiet husband say, “I love you.” Sometimes words aren’t needed at all.
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So until tomorrow…Love comes in all shapes and sizes and in all kinds of sounds…but the best kind of love can sometimes be found in silence.
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
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Dear Reader:
I love when you discover the story behind the story that you are reading. This happened just recently to me.
F
irst Frost and Garden Spells literally put me under a spell with a new author who I like a lot… named Sarah Addison Allen. Her mixture of magic and reality, fantasy and familiar, in her stories, told me that I had found another soul sister who thinks and dreams like me.
After finishing the first two books…I read another novel she had written a year or so ago called Lost Lake – the synopsis lured me back into into the world of faith and unexplained delights in life…(For me-God Winks.)
It wasn’t until I had finished reading it (which I liked very much) that I noticed another personal story within her Acknowledgements at the end of the book.
“In early 2011, I was surprised by a diagnosis of advanced-stage breast cancer. I couldn’t see it then, but that year of horrible change brought me to an amazing place in my life. But I didn’t get there alone.
She goes on to thank everyone in her life…. family, friends, editors, and publishers who walked this detour with her. Suddenly I realized why I felt such an affinity to this author so early on. We shared another bond of sisterhood…breast cancer.
She’s right…we can’t do it alone and one t-shirt I discovered this year on-line explains just that…. I have already decided that this was and is the important lesson in battling any health issue…we can’t do it alone. (* I have my t-shirt, walking shoes, and pants already laid out…Bring it on!)
Lost Lake was Allen’s first book after her hiatus to fight breast cancer…For the past two years she has been in remission. No wonder, again, why I felt such a sense of kindred spirit.
It became obvious from the title and the story of lost “souls” coming together at Lost Lake (to re-discover themselves) that this novel was partly autobiographic.
When we are confronted with a sudden, unexpected obstacle, along our journey, it forces us into an unplanned and unknown detour. We do feel lost, wondering if the detour is a dead-end or will it reconnect to the main highway of life farther down the road?
Through one of her main characters…Allen expresses her attitude towards this medical obstacle in her life when she says:
“She took a deep breath and stood up. When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.”
Monday night I went to the author’s Facebook site and wrote out some of the feelings I just shared with you. I, also, shared a God Wink with her. I sent her a drawing of “Devin.”
One of the characters in the book is a little eight-year-old child named Devin…a girl who lives her life in a world of fantasy,,, always wearing fairy wings, rain boots (rain or shine) with tiaras and/or feathers (she has found along the wooded paths) in her hair.
I thought to myself…where have I seen an image… just like the description of this child recently. Bingo! Kaitlyn’s birthday card to me.
So until tomorrow…it is only when a cup is empty that new possibilities arise to re-fill it.
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
*It is October 1…the first day of October. I am sad to see September go…she was such a lady and a lot of fun…but I like Miss October too…I just hope she won’t fly by as fast her predecessor.
Say Rabbit and good luck will follow you all month!
*Readers…be careful…I was almost a victim of a scam last night…
I had a Facebook request from a close friend asking to be a friend again on Facebook… I thought that was strange….because she is already on my Facebook as a friend…
In the next message “she” was telling me that she had received a large sum of money from a federal agency (Dept of Health and Human Services) and saw my name on the list too…
Of course initially I got excited but then when I tried to call her no one was home.
The Facebook “friend” gave me a name to contact about the awards and asked if I needed his information….but instead I called my friend’s home. As soon as the scammer realized I had called my real friend…I got a no acceptance message back from whoever. The name of the “Agent” who was supposed to help me was an Agent Richard Collins, Sr. Beware!
*These crooks are using Facebook friends to contact you. Thank you John for helping me through this scam. John also sent this link from a CBS news cast on this latest scam.
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/imposter-scam-cons-your-facebook-friends/
Source: National Cathedral : Sculptor: Herbert S. Houck – Background Info: From the sculptor’s family history comes the story of his ancestor discovering President Lincoln (in a wooded area) on his knees praying before delivering the Gettysburg Address.
Dear Reader:
We all have those “down days” when we intuitively realize we need to look up for solace and solution…while falling down on our knees.
We wonder why rain must fall in everyone’s life. Lincoln, also prayed about this and made this one astute observation:
We can all identify with President Lincoln’s lament, can’t we?
For the first time, in a long time, I went back to the devotional, Jesus Calling, and discovered a different perception on those “down” days which we, always, want to wish away, forget, and leave behind in our memories.. while searching for a better day.
Perhaps, we need to re-examine “down days” to find God’s purpose in them for us. Not wish them away… but put them away… in our treasure box of precious memories.
September 27:
“ Go gently through this day, leaning on Me and enjoying my Presence. Thank Me for your neediness,which is building trust bonds between us.
“If you look back on your journey thus far, you can see that days of extreme weakness have been some of your most precious times. Memories of these days are richly interwoven with golden strands of My intimate Presence. “
This passage provided me with an “AHA” moment. Isn’t it true when we are at our lowest (health-wise, worries over finances, marital relationships, children, grandchildren or friends) we grow closer to God….and, in reflection, these days do turn out to be some of our most precious memories. “Hold my Hand.”
If we all lived sunny, happy lives…would we ever bother turning to God and learning to lean on Him and His Wisdom? Or would we make excuses like we do for other things we know we should be doing but don’t….excuses like: “Tomorrow I will call the doctor, Tomorrow I will finish that overdue project, Tomorrow I will call my children or friends or extended family members and let them know how much I love them.”
God doesn’t live in “Tomorrows”…He lives in the here and now. We, too, must realize that the present is all we have so we better show our love to others each and every day. Especially we should show our love and devotion to God each and every day.
*And let’s not wait each time to go to God with problems on down days…I have a feeling God would really enjoy a good laugh with us on our “up” days.
We tire easily of whiny phone callers don’t we? We find ourselves wishing that the person on the other end of the line would call just once with something good or positive to say and be happy! I think God feels the same way.
So until tomorrow…Live now, Love now. Laugh now!
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
Dear Reader:
I “accidentally” came across a rather disturbing article (to me) on the song Jesus Loves Me. I couldn’t believe that someone could actually tear apart this beloved song I grew up singing in my childhood. The song that still comforts me to this day.
The author implied that the lyrics in the song were scripturally incorrect and made religion look too “Polyanna” for his taste. He was more into earning brownie points to become deserving of God’s favor (I wondered if he had ever heard of “grace”) and was definitely more comfortable in the “hell, fire, brimstone, and judgment” categories of his Biblical interpretations.
Sometimes I wonder if I, perhaps, lean too far towards viewing God as more of a Grandfather than Father… in the sense of unconditional love and acceptance. I have a certain comfort zone in my religious and spiritual beliefs that makes me reluctant to go down the path of darkness, destruction, and other scary nightmare images where God plays the role of a thundering umpire…”You’re Safe!’ or “You’re Out.”
To paraphrase C. S. Lewis….If you are looking for a religion that will make you comfortable…don’t choose Christianity. (There’s a lot of truth there.)
Lewis also was the one who made the astute observation that: “You don’t have a soul, You ARE a soul. You have a body.” With that one statement the spiritual world turns upside down, doesn’t it? Once we are born…we are in it for eternity. Earth is just a small ‘wrinkle in time’ in the overall big picture of life
A few minutes before our church service started this past Sunday…I was talking to Anne about a new book we are using in our Sunday School class and how I could relate to the young author’s mixed feelings towards “structured” religion…pro’s and con’s. I, then, made the statement that I was a “Jesus Loves Me” kind of gal with more of an old-time religion credence.
It was only a few minutes later (after the children’s message) that our organist began to play “Jesus Loves Me” as the children scampered back to their pews.
Anne and I turned, at the same time, and started laughing. But God wasn’t through with me yet. Apparently He didn’t think one wink would convince me He had been listening in to our conversation.
Another few minutes passed and right after the first reading the choir stood up and began a medley called “Ole Time Religion” with most of my old favorite hymns mixed in…while the congregation started clapping and stomping their feet to the music.
Now blog readers, This is my God–the God I love and adore...the One who takes time to reassure me with His Winks that all is right in His World and all is right with me. (the same message He sent with “my” dolphin years ago.)
I thought maybe I should name the two pumpkins on the sofa throw (title photo) “Saint” and “Ain’t”…though their expressions look more like two “Ain’ts” (Identical twins perhaps?)
The way I look at it I “ain’t no saint” but I am a child of God and I love Him beyond my limited ability to fully comprehend Love…God’s Love…God, Himself…since He IS LOVE!
Anne said that a friend of hers (she used to visit regularly at the Presbyterian Village) said that she had a problem with the Apostles Creed because the word “love” wasn’t in it. If we were stating our beliefs, then she felt like LOVE should be the top statement…we believe that GOD IS LOVE! (Amen!)
So until tomorrow…Let us continue our search for God in both the comfortable and uncomfortable tests of faith we endure for the One we Love.
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
*Some of you might have noticed that the group photo, in the blog heading, was changed yesterday (Thanks John!) to update the grandchildren…with the addition of our “Little” Lachlan. (Who’s not so little!)
After Carrie miraculously snapped the photo…I realized I hadn’t gotten Lachlan’s bib off of him in time… but then I started laughing and thought ….”No..that makes it perfect”
…Lachlan spits up a lot …(both in amount and time intervals)…so much so that Mollie was initially concerned… but her pediatrician assured her he was definitely gaining weight ….he was just known as what the medical field calls a “Happy Spitter (Upper.)” So now we have the memory of the “Happy Spitter”… Lachlan… immortalized!
*WHOOOO can find the sixth person in the photo? A beautiful live “ghost” in the mirror….WHOOOOO it’s almost Halloween.
Dear Reader:
Every morning we wake up, no matter what the circumstances surrounding us, we have the choice to “be happy.”
Isn’t that an amazing gift? We have been given the choice to make whatever design we wish for our lives…after all we have been granted “free will”… but the successful lives learn early we can’t do it without listening to God’s advice and guidance.
Linda Carson, my friend, oncology “chemo” nurse, and mentor gave me this pillow for my birthday. (title photo) I love it! It was Linda’s sweet demeanor, quiet sense of humor, and encouraging presence that made my chemo treatments, not only bearable, not only tolerable, but a growing experience in acceptance and love.
There were people, throughout my treatments, over varied periods of time, who came through the door with different backgrounds and attitudes but, with very few exceptions, who, also, became close colleagues in the time we spent together.
We had a bond….a special bond…we all had a disease that was life-altering. We could share hopes and fears with each other – (“strangers” at first) that we couldn’t share with family who didn’t want to hear the possibility of a permanent detour from life.
And we were happy. I know that sounds bizarre…but I have memories of more laughter during chemo sessions than any time else. Shyness and awkwardness melted away quickly and happiness at being alive and accepted by a group of people who shared this same medical challenge, in all forms, was uniquely freeing. No bars held back!
Grandma Moses said it best: “Life is what you make it, always has been, always will be.”
Today, thanks to modern medicine, we have more people living with all types of cancer than ever before. We hear (more often) the term, “Not curable but treatable” by physicians… when only a few years ago it would have sounded like “Not curable or treatable.” The length of time between ‘OR’ to ‘BUT’ can provide millions with a new “orbit” on life.
Haven’t all of us experienced episodes when we got the breath knocked out of us or perhaps we stayed underwater too long before rising and gave out just as we emerged from the sea, lake, or pool?
Don’t you remember those panicky seconds when we didn’t think we would ever breathe again? When we couldn’t catch our breath and the only thing we wanted in all the world was just one more breath?
We soon discovered that a top priority in life is simply breathing…simply being alive. Today the basic act of breathing in and out, that I took for granted for so long, makes me so happy!
As for me…while I can continue to orbit my life around family and friends who support me unconditionally…I am happy. I am very happy! Happy is my choice off the smorgasbord of life.
So please excuse me, if I keep this post short, I have some happy things to do with the rest of my day and I must be on my way. Joy is peeking out behind happiness and it would be a shame to leave it waiting for me to discover it any longer.
Until tomorrow… Choose happy.
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
*Here are three photos that make me happy.
2) Mandy and John also got me this giant mum with buds so tight you can’t tell the color…what a surprise I have in store!
3) Boo’s Garden Poster….my garden makes me SOOOO HAPPY!
Dear Reader:
Kaitlyn and Tommy gave me this adorable card for my birthday. After all the partying subsided I started picking up, cleaning up, and putting out my cards on display Friday.
When I got to this card…I found myself reading it, re-reading it, and then digesting it. We have all heard familiar stories about no two snowflakes being alike or stars or anything else on earth or in our universe… (actually without fully comprehending the extraordinary significance of this fact)…*It really is tough to tell two ants apart.
Inside the card…it says: “Celebrating the one and only you, Happy Birthday!”
The thought of every form of human, animal, plant life being celebrated for being alive is pretty mind-boggling! How in the world can anyone not believe in a Creator when faced with statistics like that? Billions, trillions, of life forms on our planet and no two are alike...physically or spiritually?
There has to be a reason why we are all unique and different. There has to be a reason why we were born…a purpose so strong that no one else can accomplish it… but us.
In the book, Light, by Jane Zalben….an old Jewish legend is told which explains man’s purpose in this world.
Amazon’s summary states:
In the beginning there was emptiness, like a blank canvas. Then, in a swirl of motion, the Creator made the world. The Creator wanted to finish everything with a special kind of light—a light so powerful it had to be stored away from sight. When the Creator tried to open the jar of light, it shattered, and sparks of light flew everywhere.
With flowing paintings and intricate collages made with unusual and varied materials, Jane Breskin Zalben brings to life this timeless legend about why people were created: to find the light and repair the world.
Awakin Calls has weekly guest speakers and this week’s was Aryae Coopersmith on the topic/theme: Raising the Sparks: Retrieving the Hidden Light Around Us.
(Coopersmith is founder of OWL...One World Lights...an organization of concerned world citizens working for peace and harmony in the world with the purpose of helping each other while repairing our planet.
The same legend that inspired Jane Zalben to write the book Light inspired Coopersmith to further explore the meaning behind the legend. Some of his discoveries include-in this summary:
Our speaker has been deeply touched by a story told by Rabbi Issac Luria, the great Kabbalist who lived in Tzfat in the mountains of northern Israel in the 1500s, about the scattering of God’s light at the creation of the universe to all corners.
“So what is our job?” Rabbi Luria said. “What is the job of a human being? It is to find these scattered sparks in all corners of the world, to lift them up, and carry them home.
Have you ever marveled at how God, or fate, or the universe, sent you on the journey that you’re on?”
Rabbi Nachman of Breslov, the great mystic who lived in the Ukraine in the 1800s, in turn said: “if you’ve ever experienced a time or place of great darkness, why are you there? It’s because that’s where the greatest light is hidden.
You’re not there by accident. You were sent. Because of all the people in the world, you’re the one chosen to find and retrieve those holy sparks, the ones that are hidden there. You’re the only one who can do it..”
Coopersmith concludes with some questions for us to ask ourselves…
Reflecting on this story, where in your life have you had the experience of discovering, in the midst of great darkness, the brightest, purest light? What did you do then? How did that affect your life?
Friday morning…I read Ben’s story-Grace Under Fire-(original copy) to help look for grammatical errors and its readability flow.
Soon, however, I forgot about that and concentrated on a pattern that was forming each time Ben encountered God’s “Presence” (in the darkest combat conditions.)
A light of understanding swept over him as he listened to and trusted in… the “Voice.” (I believe, with each encounter, Ben was bringing another piece of his shard of light with him.)
So until tomorrow…Father, guide us through this world by Your Light to help us discover the inner Divine Spark within each of us and return it to our souls.
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
*Along the same thought of finding our “light” as our purpose in life…I think this concept applies also to the realization that a moment of time in our life can never be duplicated.
Each moment is special in itself… but not available for a “repeat.”. We must enjoy each remarkable moment …because it won’t reappear exactly the same way again in our lifetime.
Case in point: Anne swung by Friday evening… just as it was starting to get dark for a glass of wine and some catch up stories. The moon was almost full and as we walked to the deck she asked if I had a moon flower blooming.
I told her…’Just one… it is hugh and beautiful.’ She said that she wanted to try to get a photo of the moon with the moon flower in it as a silhouette or outline. Unfortunately the moon flower was on the opposite side from the moon last night.
Un-deterred… Anne took the photo through the back of the moon flower…unbelievable. This is the moon flower as first taken before darkness descended and the moon was high enough (over the trees) to be seen.
As the moon became visible Anne took the photo again…and a mystery developed…another sphere of light (to the right of the moon) showed up again and again in the photos….Was it one of the planets? We could never spot it visibly but it was in every photo…bright and shiny. Does anyone know or did you observe the same thing…this strange ball of light?
*Last night was the “Triumphant Trio” birthday party….Jakie, John, and me. It was a family party with lots of noise, good food, and laughter…perfect! (The bakery got confused with the order for all our three names on the cake and thought John and Mandy had triplets so John and I both got a mini-cake with our name on it accompanied by big 1st Birthday engraved… beside it. Loving it!
And then Carrie performed the miracle of the night…she managed to get a picture of Boo Boo and the four grandchildren…who are actually sorta, kinda looking at the camera! A coup for Carrie! Thank you so much miracle-worker!
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