I love retirement! It is wonderful to linger long with my Bible and a mug of cappuccino.
I acquired this mug upon retirement. I love my mug!
I especially love the back side of my retirement mug.
Nuff said…
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When I bought my current digital camera, I began to take photos like I have always wanted to take.
With magnified power, I discovered the real beauty in wildflowers. I am amazed at the detail. More…It has made me think about our God who created all these beautifully detailed flowers. Many of the flowers are so small they are hardly noticeable. The detail in the tiny blossoms escape the normal vision, but when magnified I am awestruck at the attention given to each and every living thing on earth. If the Lord has given such attention to a tiny flower, how much more has He given us?
Every flower featured here is a wildflower or a weed. Nothing is insignificant in the Lord’s eyes. His beauty is everywhere. He cares about everything. And these flowers are the proof.
When I posted this topic to BFF, I didn’t have a clue about what I could write. I tossed ideas around in my mind for several days while I considered whether I would write a real experience or fiction. If real – which one? And so it went around and around in my mind…until yesterday…
Not much exciting goes on in my neighborhood. It’s a quiet, tree lined street and most of us are older folk. One hot, lazy day follows another here. Just a typical day around here... So, when I took my little darlings for a walk yesterday, I wasn’t expecting any kind of excitement…
My tiny terrors did their usual sniffing and shuffling. Our walks can hardly be called walks. We’re all old you know. Once I get them both going in the same direction, it is pretty much stop and sniff every few feet. I don’t get much exercise, but it is the highlight of their day. I noticed a neighbor was up in a cherry picker trimming his trees. In a neighborhood full of old oak trees, it is not unusual for someone to be having their trees trimmed. All in all, it was a normal day around here.
We were just past my house when suddenly; there were white fire flashes, popping, crackling and the loudest hum coming from the bouncing electrical lines. I knew in an instant that the tree trimmer had connected with the power lines. My heart was beating out of my chest as I ran down the street yelling “Are you all right? ARE YOU ALL RIGHT??? I was really scared for that guy in the cherry picker. People up and down the street came running out of their homes. Seeing me running, some were shouting “What happened??” I couldn’t stop. I had to know if that guy was all right. I could see flames licking at the leaves of the tree. I feared the very worst. I kept running… Just before I got to his house, I saw the cherry picker beginning to lower back to the ground. The man next door was almost crowing…”He’s all right! HE’S ALL RIGHT!!!” as he ran around in his socks and almost dancing in the street. His little dog took the opportunity to run across the street to meet my dogs. On top of all the confusion and the sheer terror of the whole event, my tiny terrors got scrappy with the little bull dog…
But, all is well that ends well. The most important thing is that the man in the cherry picker was okay.
Whew! That sure was a close call….
