Thank you Jesus!
The man and I hadn’t been to a proper sit down restaurant since before covid started… and six months before that. I don’t like eating out anymore. The tables seem closer together these days and people are loud, especially children. One of my favorite sounds is kids playing out in the yard or street… but transfer those cries and screams to a booth behind me and food is the last thing I want. Escape becomes a priority.Continue reading “Escape”
Well, I missed it. Couldn’t get to it when the thing was huge; trees, clouds, etc… interrupted. Should have set a ladder against the house and clambered onto the roof but… well, I’d never have gotten down.
From this morning…
Daisy is 14 today! Unfortunately she hates the camera… but here she is this morning.
I enjoy nature; just walking around, smelling the grass, looking at all the beautiful colors of God’s creation… makes me right. Happy.
This mockingbird tried to keep up with my whistles, making me laugh. After wondering why he kept hanging around, even after the dogs came outside with me, I looked up into the areca palms and saw the nest. WHY do they persist in making nests in unstable growths? The last one they tried was only a third of the way done when a strong breeze knocked it down. Oaks grow all around us – go there, silly birds!
Sorry for the plant spam, but it amazes me that these things are still growing. I usually kill everything except lilies, which just won’t die. (Seriously)
This philo hates its habitat. Too much sun, even though it has the fence on two sides and house on another.
We’re not blessed with shade and the areca palms certainly don’t supply any.
I’m thinking about planting something alongside the fence. Some of the gaps are so big Daisy could just walk right through.
I tried to choose only one photo of lilies that I shot this morning.
Can’t do it. Won’t do it. The good Lord blessed me with these so I’m blessing you with them.
Shakespeare, of course. The entirety:
“The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. ‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes The thronèd monarch better than his crown. His scepter shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings, But mercy is above this sceptered sway.
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings. It is an attribute to God himself. And earthly power doth then show likest God’s When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this- That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea, Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant there.”