Last night we received rain. Woohoo We sure need every drop. I took some photos of the storm in progress. There were a couple of the most wonderful surprises as it unfolded.
First couple show the rains all around us and wondering will we get some of it. So many times it is soooo close.
As I moved looking North...
And then East, I noticed the most beautiful lighting. Where the sun behind is shining/contrasting so beautifully with the dark clouds in front.
This is by far my most favorite kind of light.
(My) Pictures do not do it justice! Trust me, it was gorgeous!
Our freshly tilled garden is showing promise. Already enjoying the most delicious white radishes and green onions.
As I am still oohing and aahing, I notice a rainbow forming.
Even better! A double rainbow! Pardon the horrible focus. For some reason I changed to manual. eck!!
Although my manual focus fiasco almost totally ruined it, it's a FULL DOUBLE RAINBOW. I couldn't capture it all on camera but my eyes could see it all. And it was awesome!!!!!
Our pot of gold.
And then...HALLELUJAH The rain started.
And then hail. It was sounding much bigger on the back porch roof than it really was, which was making me a little nervous...
So I moved to the front porch and waited to document that we actually had enough to make puddles.
Our yellow spots in the lawn are due to wild rye which somehow made it's way to our yard this year. I "harvested" with the riding mower. ;) I will always praise and thank God for every drop of rain.
"But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust." [Matthew 5:45].
I am also praising Him for my mother today. She had emergency surgery early Sat morning after being taken to the ER by ambulance. Turns out she had a pin hole in her bowel that was giving her fits. Dr. was able to fix it and we expect her home in a few days. :D
Well, the good great news is, only a few plants froze. Thank you Lord! Now...do you ever have one of those days? Well, mine usually last for a few. And for no good reason. So I'll just leave you with this little morsel of Gods love. And keep it in my heart as well.
I wish I could dig up every little veggie that has popped out of the ground and bring them inside for just one night. Tomorrow night. When we will be having yet another freeze! Old man winter is getting on my last nerve! He left THIS 3 years ago. Now THAT was cold!!!
I'd bring in every tomato, squash, radish, pepper (jalapeno, bell, banana), beet, okra and onion. I'm sure I'm even forgetting some. I will be able to cover my hydrangea. My rose doesn't seem to mind. And since it has done so well on the south side I'll be getting more. I found my first rose today. I'll be cutting it tomorrow. My wisteria has already had all the leaves? blown off, then froze and now probably froze again. But each time it has new shoots in a day or 2. I believe I read they can grow 10 ft in a year. I can see they are definitely hardy. I've also read that they can be invasive. Between the wisteria and the trumpet vines, I say let the invasion begin. I'm not giving up! Let the north wind blow. We will overcome!
And when we do, this is on the to-do list. (big smile)
This is my wonderful pond that I miss so much from our last home. My son helped me build this.
We are working on enclosing a space that will be protected from our mighty winds, where I can have another pond.
Is that awesome or what? Am I weird for being so excited about this? And how cute is my little granddaughter? I took this picture a few years ago but she has only gotten cuter with age. Oh, I also used the vintage effect from Pixlr.com on this. My watermark will keep someone else from claiming this picture as theirs. Cause who wouldn't want to claim this cutie!
Well, thanks for stopping by and staying long enough to read this.
If you have read my bio you know that I am totally inspired by those special people who, in spite of the hand they are dealt in life, truly find joy and hope in every moment. Jeff Bauman is one of those people.
Here he is giving Sydney Corcoran, another bombing survivor, a birthday gift for her 18th birthday.
I am really loving these new "effects" I can give to my pictures. I know it doesn't appeal to everyone but they can sure change the mood of a picture.
This is one of our foggy mornings. I love fog and think we don't get enough of it. So when we do I always take pictures. Of course they look pretty much the same. I can't help it. That must be the pathological picture taker in me.
This effect on the foggy morning actually looks just like some dirt storms we have had. No kidding. No exaggerating!
These are my favorite kinds of pictures. The ones with our cute little angels. (most of the time ;)). Taken a few years ago.
I can't even count how many pictures I have of our windmill. It has one broken blade that really needs fixed but makes the coolest banging sound when the wind blows from the right direction. lol I love that sound. W hates it cause it reminds him of one more thing on the list waiting to be fixed.
Of course I had to take one with a full moon in the background.
Well, I hope you enjoyed seeing my latest obsession. Have a great day and be sure to notice and be thankful for all the good things God has blessed you with. Whether it's his wonderful creation, cameras and capturing memories, or grandkids. It's all good. :D
It was dark and cold with an icy wind. We looked over the coffin at dead trees. Big hunks of nasty red clay waiting to be thrown in. A handful of relatives. A minister and his wife with a kind heart. Called up at the last minute to offer up encouraging words.
For a lady who really was a lady. I couldn't help but wonder what she would have thought of this. All of her proper years come down to this. Our solace lies in the fact that she left this dark, cold, icy world to meet up with her Savior.
She's already missed.
A son and his family are left. Their lives will be a little less full. They're moving upstairs.