A Saturday Afternoon Drive

Got my to do list done early today. I asked my husband if he’d like to go on a Saturday afternoon drive with me? He drove. I took my camera. This is some of what we saw….

 

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Taking a rest in the field.  I am lovin’ the llamas. Yesterday, all the babies met me at the mailbox.  We made eyes at each other across the fence. They are the cutest pieces of fluff, ever. They make me so happy!

 

 

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I think the horse might have been wondering what we were doing… Just trying to get a picture, buddy.

 

 

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What you lookin’ at? Is that a smile, I see? Say cheese!

 

 

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Lots of train tracks, out here, in the country… and I mean lots.

 

 

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We thought this was an interesting picture. I took the picture while hubby was the lookout. It wouldn’t have been near as nice a picture if we ended up smooshed by a freight train, just sayin’.

 

 

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I’ve got a thing for barns…and silos. This is no secret…

 

 

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The red, white, and blue flying high, up on top of a granary.

 

 

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God bless the U.S.A.

 

 

 

 

 

Take Me Home, Tuesday

I am starting a new Tuesday series, called Take Me Home. I don’t know about you, but I love to look at other people’s homes. Country. City. Small cottage. Big farmhouse. An apartment. Lots of noise or the quiet of a still evening. It’s all good…and it’s all home.

I’m going to be doing a picture series on my home, here in the rural Mid-west, for the first few Tuesdays. Hopefully, over the next few months, I will be able to show you some of my favorite blogs that deal with home. So, pull up a comfy chair, get your favorite drink (iced tea, anyone?) and enjoy.

Because…it’s always good to come home.

Hey, is that you I see at the end of my road? Stop in and visit.

This birdie was singing his little heart out for me.

I love our neighbor’s red barns, and wide open field. This is such a picturesque view for me.

Another neighbor…you are seeing my neighborhood through my eyes.

This is what I see every time I get the mail. Yesterday, this little guy was waiting on the fence for me.

I have a thing for barn pictures, can you tell?

Yes, I was in the van. No, I had stopped. Um….I was not driving and snapping pictures. I wouldn’t do that. No, I would not. Really.

This is the view from my kitchen window. These are my neighbor’s llamas. I love them. I have an addiction to llamas now. I’ve become a llama mama. Is there a llama recovery group?

The storm was rolling in last night.

This is the view of the side yard from the front porch. The sky was darkening…the storm was coming.

The front porch. One of my favorite spots.

Glad you dropped by…

Animal House

Pets make me smile. They are so goofy, I can’t help but love ’em.

Ace and Junior–The Greeters. This is what I see when I look out the van window. “We are so glad you are home! Pet us.”

 

Nikki, My Stalker Kitty

Please ignore anything you might see under my daughter’s bed. Nikki is guarding the dust bunnies. Nikki is my stalker kitty. She was taking a break from her stalking duties, under my daughter’s bed. She is a brave cat.

 

Joe, the 'fraidy cat

Joe is very sweet, but very skittish. He doesn’t want any funny business going on. He’s 13 so he’s allowed to lay under the bed if he so chooses. When I’m old, if I choose to lay under my bed, then let me. Just sayin’.

 

Shamus, the kitty

Shamus is the youngest of the “crew”. He is either fearless or has no sense, we’re still not sure. Please ignore Junior sniffing Shamus’ backside. Animals do not understand social etiquette….especially while getting their pictures taken. Sigh.

 

Shamus and Salem-- Outdoor porch guards

Salem is the queen. She is beautiful. She puts up with nothing. Don’t mess with her. She has claws and is not afraid to use them.

 

Lonnie, Terrier Extraordinaire

Lonnie is the newest member of the family. My son got him from the local humane society. He is the sweetest guy, I just love him…even though I’ve nicknamed him “The Furinator.”

 

Jazz

This is a picture I took of Jazz during our last snow. I took the picture through the living room window…where it was warm.

 

Llama Love

These are not my llamas, but I love them anyway. The neighbor across the road owns the llamas. I just get to watch them. I can’t wait for all the babies that will appear this Spring!

Time Out

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Image by Slideshow Bruce via Flickr

As a former elementary, special education teacher and at one point a mom of a young son (who is now a teen) I know about time out. I could always tell when a child needed a time out. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing…. most times the child just needed some time away. Time to sit in the beanbag chair and stare out the window. Time to lay down and close one’s eyes. Time to breathe. Time to rest.

Why is it always easier to tell when someone else needs a time out to rest and regroup? When it comes to myself, I am terrible about this. Sigh.

I thought when I remarried, after five years of widowhood, that it would be easier. I was going to be able to stay home, home school the children of my now blended family, do the daily household tasks and still have time to rest. Uh huh. What world was I living in? Certainly not reality.

Rest. What is that?

And yet, rest it is something that I crave. I want. I need.

Jesus knows this. He says to each of us, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28)

If you are anything like me, you have been led to believe that resting is nonproductive. I could be accomplishing something, instead of resting. I have a mountain of laundry to get done, I need to get the dishes out of the dishwasher, my son needs help with Algebra, my daughter needs to complete her history report, the dog needs brushed, the carpet needs vacuumed, I have a blog to finish and what in the world am I fixing for dinner?!

Rest.

I live in a beautiful part of the country. In 2009 my husband and I moved our family to rural Ohio. He works remotely so we could pick anywhere to live. We picked the country. My favorite place is our front porch. I love to settle down in the Adirondack chair and look down our driveway and across the road. Our neighbors have llamas and I enjoy watching them graze. The baby llamas look like huge, fluffy cotton balls. I can see deer in the field that is diagonal from our property. There is a bright red barn in the distance. The sun blazes across the horizon on that end of the house…and in the evening the sky turns shades of purple and blue. I hear the train whistle in the distance and I hear a dog’s muffled bark.

Time slows for me. I breathe deeply.

Rest. Renewal.

Time alone. Time with God. Time to rest in Him.

As I look down our country road this verse comes to my mind….

Jeremiah 6:16  This is what the Lord says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.”

Join me over at The Faith Barista Jam. (Click on the link on the right side of my page) This month we are talking about rest. Don’t we all need that?

Life Is Beautiful

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I’m beginning a new, week long series at my blog. One I hope you will enjoy reading.

My blog entry from yesterday was very true. Life IS unfair. There are difficult times that we all go through in this journey, called life.

BUT……this series will be different. This series will be about the beauty found in everyday life. The special moments– that transcend the hard times. My hope is that  we can all take a moment to appreciate the things in each of our lives, that make life beautiful.

Beginning this series will force me to take the time to observe and appreciate the beauty in the every day. I will be more aware of the little things (or not so little things) that cause me to smile. I’m excited about it. I’m ready. Life really is beautiful…and I want to share it with you.

 

The sun was just creeping up over the horizon as I walked into the kitchen this morning. The blue, early morning  light made the kitchen glow. It is a beautiful, quiet time.  Soon the sky was filled with pinks, purples, blues, and reds. The sun never lets me down, as it shares it’s painted colors, boldly splashed across a dark blue sky. At my house the sun comes up over the vast expanse of  a farm field that is busily “sleeping” this winter. I like looking at the space that surrounds me. It makes me happy that I escaped the close quarters of city life.  Even though the fields are brown right now, I know that there will be life in those rows of dirt in a few short months. It reminds me that life goes on.

The field across the road from me, and directly in my view from the kitchen window…are my neighbor’s llamas. Life is new in that field. I see the small, baby llama with it’s mama. He (or she) looks like a brown cotton ball with teeny stick-like legs.  There is something that mesmerizes me about the llamas. I could sit and just watch them all day. It is my little section of the animal kingdom to quietly observe. I hope my neighbors decide to keep llamas forever. I’d be so sad if they left.

I would love it, if my readers would take a moment to write down something that makes life beautiful for them…the comment doesn’t have to be long….or it can be. It is up to you.  Help me to see life’s beauty through your eyes.