And old and chill is the wintry blast;
Though the cloudy sky is still cloudier growing, and dead leaves tell that the summer has passed;
My face I hold to the stormy heaven,
My heart is calm as the summer sea,
Glad to receive what my God has given,
Whate’er it be.
When I feel the cold, I can say, “He sends it,”
And His winds blow blessing, I surely know;
For I’ve never a want but that He attends it;
And my heart beats warm, though the winds may blow.
author unknown to me..
linking to week 5 of Festival of Leaves
linking to Festival of Leaves for week #2
He fills His hands with lightning and commands it to strike its mark..
God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways,
He does great things beyond our understanding.
Job 36:32, 37:5
His ways are not our ways. As I observe my little sphere of the world I am in awe of the beauty in our little back yard. I hope I don’t tire you out from my backyard tales. But each day I am eager to see what’s new, what flower has bloomed, what vegetable has taken off. I am thankful for these simple adventures in gardening.
For this challenge we have been encouraged to share something that represents Off Season to us. Krista mentions that we are free to interpret this theme loosely. So, I would say, that’s just what I am doing. In the early sixties I was in junior high. I went to Nellie N. Coffman Junior High School in Palm Springs, California. A good friend from that time recently posted a picture of us. It was one that I didn’t have, so it was fun to reminisce. It turns out that I have had a book about Nellie Coffman and so I put the following together. It was a time that is no more.. a season in my young life.
I may be stretching it a bit here, but it’s what came to me, and besides here’s some good information on Nellie right here.
I have had a great time setting up props for experimental photo shoots. I have to laugh at myself for the following. The title of this posts reveals the extent I went to for the look. I am not a painter but I have a desire and I have some of the necessary tools. You can laugh with me, if you’d like…
Winter looms and for some it is no laughing matter. My heart goes out to all that are not seeing light on the horizon.. This time can test ones patience and as I have been experiencing a mental low and slight struggle, I realize that I am the one that has to take the steps to do those things that make my heart merry.. Letting my inner creativity come out to play makes my heart merry. Reading a good wholesome book makes my heart merry. Taking time to pray and mediate makes my heart merry. Letting go of what I have no control over will make my heart merrier… The four seasons will either bring out the best in us or the worst. That is life as each of us go through our own personal seasons. No one else can do it for us.. If we faint not we will reap so much. And as the spring flowers bloom, we will be right there amongst them, blooming and looking pretty good.