Driving Towards Home

Farmland, Blewbury The footpath crossing flat ...

I am driving towards home. The sun is shining, I have the radio playing and I am singing at the top of my lungs.

I don’t always remember the words, but that doesn’t stop me, because sometimes the song is too good to be kept inside. It bubbles up, threatening to explode, much like a jostled bottle of soda.

My gaze wanders over the great, open expanses of not yet planted cornfields, the sun pours through the windows, warm on my face and arms.

Blue sky, beautiful blue sky, I feel like I could look at it forever.

Horses graze in the lazy afternoon sunshine. A man drives a tractor.

I feel an air of anticipation as I often do at this time of year. Springtime brings with it a newness of life, a time of growth.

What is planted will soon be born. A celebration?

And what does this life hold? And how will my story unfold?

Taking time… precious, glorious time. Appreciating each moment.

I’m in no hurry, enjoying this slow drive on the back roads.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.                         Romans 15:13  NIV

Ready For Spring

Today is such a beautiful day, even though it is only the end of February. Since, it appears that this is the year without a real winter…I’m skipping right into Spring. Won’t you join me?

Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. — Oliver Wendell Holmes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weekend Wandering

I love the flag. I love flying it.

My daughter took this picture from our front porch.

I enjoy this view from our front yard. The corn is turning brown….

Almost time for harvest. The trees in the background will be turning

golden in the next couple of weeks. It is quite a beautiful sight.

I snapped this picture, one afternoon this week. Our neighbor was

out harvesting his corn. I saw the tractor coming over the hill and knew

I needed to catch the moment.

This is the far yard. Even the weeds are beautiful.

Living in the country has its perks. Sunsets are one of those perks.

I cannot describe how beautiful the sky is around here.

This is Ace. He is an American Working Farm Collie.

He keeps us safe, and expects lots of pets for his hard work.

This is Joe. He is our senior cat. He prefers laying on the bed. He was

in the process of reading a school paper when interrupted for this

photo shoot.

This is the view I get when I go out to get the mail.

Life is  good.

“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”                   James 1:17  NIV

Space To Breathe

Saturdays are for fun.

For living in the country.

For seeing nature, up close and personal.

Space to breathe.

Even the weeds are beautiful.

Notice our neighbor across the road has not planted his corn or soybeans yet. Ohio is waterlogged from all the Spring rain, and planting is way behind. I pray that the farmers are able to plant SOON.

A neighbor who “escaped” into our side yard.

Other neighbors looking at the escapee. Is the grass REALLY greener on the other side of the fence?