I admire the daisies and chicory which call our driveway home. The driveway has a thin layer of soil in some places, but most of it is gravel. The flowers thrive and add touches of beauty to an otherwise drab environment.
Duchess: “I’m going to hide by this table leg, and no one will find me!”
Duchess and Duke: “We’re NOT fighting! We’re playing!”
Duchess and Duke: “Do you think she’ll fill it for us?”
Author’s Note: Recently I discovered these pictures my friend sent me awhile back of the sibling kittens she adopted. Kittens can’t help being cute, so for those who like cats and cuteness, here’s some pictures.
Duchess–“Why did you shine that light in my eyes? I’m sleepy!”
Duke–“I’m so sleepy!”
Duchess–“I’m alert now!”
A friend adopted Duke and Duchess awhile back. They played vigorously with each other, toys, and the furnishings, fell asleep where they were, then woke up and were at again. They had fun; we had fun watching them. Nothing like watching kittens for stress relief!
I noticed purple crocuses blooming in the back yard three or four days ago. It seemed a little early to me, but this area is experiencing an unusually mild winter, so it’s not early to the flowers! The white crocuses are blooming, and the purple-and-white ones are about ready to come out as well. Crocuses look so delicate and fragile, but looks definitely are deceiving in their case, because they grow—even thrive—in poor soil, need no maintenance, and they are among the first flowers to bloom in the spring.
No matter whether the winter’s been harsh or mild, I always look forward to seeing the crocuses. Amid all the changes in life, they bring beauty to enjoy every year.
A problem I have is my lack of persistence. It’s all too easy for me to give up.
One day as I gazed at a little country creek , I realized God provided an object lesson for me. The creek contends with rocks, fallen trees, the remnant of an old railroad bridge, and other obstacles on its way to its destination, a larger creek. Nothing holds the little creek back. It keeps on going–over, under, around or through the obstacle. It never gives up, never gives in, and eventually reaches the merger with the bigger creek.
What a lesson for me, given anew every time I look at the creek. How well am I learning? Slowly, but I am improving.
“My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.” James 1:3,4, King James Version