Of winter’s lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer’s secret
Deep down within its heart.
~Charles G. Stater
Flashes of gold
I was pleased to see the goldfinch enjoying sunflower seeds from the feeder and berries from the bushes in our backyard this week. Snow and cold weather usually brings them around.
Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come again in this identical guise. ~Gwendolyn Brooks
A new view every day
I never grow tired of walking down our country road. The ever changing sky seldom disappoints with new and beautiful scenes to gaze at in wonderment.
“Do you know how the clouds hang poised, those wonders of him who is perfect in knowledge? [Job 37:16]
Wild berries
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.
~William Cowper
Ring-billed Gulls
“Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the Earth are never alone or weary of life.” – Rachel Carson
“Of all man’s works of art, a cathedral is greatest.
A vast and majestic tree is greater than that.”
~Henry Ward Beecher
Storms
A line of severe storms came rolling through West Tennessee today. Shortly before sunset, the sky turned a strange orange color as the sound of a tornado siren sounded nearby. This is certainly not our typical December weather.
Hope is a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds after a storm. Faith is knowing there are more where that one came from. ~Linda Poindexter
Wild Turkey
While out for a drive, we came upon this flock of wild turkey foraging for food on the ground out in a field.
“Thanksgiving Day comes, by statute, once a year; to the honest man it comes as frequently as the heart of gratitude will allow.” ~Edward Sandford Martin
Fading colors
“Be happy in the moment, that’s enough. Each moment is all we need, not more.” ~Mother Teresa
A place to rest
Mourning dove sitting on the limb of a pine tree.
“Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.” ~Unknown
walking on a country road 