Why Take Risks
The field had to flood.
The pair had to trek through woods.
Risk brings blessed beauty.
The field had to flood.
The pair had to trek through woods.
Risk brings blessed beauty.
When the Old Woman of the Woods Calls The morning dawned only slightly humid and a bit cool for Northwest Georgia in August, perfect for a walk in the woods. My paths usually run through cedars and smaller trees on my property. On this particular morning it was clear: The Old Woman of the Woods…
The fields are bursting brightwith wildflower’d colors:Purple,red,orange,yellow,blue,white. I didn’t know.I missed the wildflower show.It’s tragic what you don’t see,hear,smell,taste,feel,when you lockyourself inside. I’m not surprised,nor mad.Just a little sad,yet gladI soon enough realizedthe wildflower blissI might havecompletely missed. I’ll do better.
Folks look at my yard/ and see lots of grass to mow./ They miss wildflowers.
There are times when I don’t know which blog I should post on. Last night’s drive through a torrential lightening and rain storm ended up at our house. Never has it seemed so much like a lighthouse and port of refuge from the storm. I wrote a long description of our experience, and turned it…
I spend a lot of time observing nature as I wander and work in the woods, creek and fields. Whether on my property near the #ChickamaugaNMP in Northwest Georgia, at my relatives in Arizona, Wisconsin or Washington, or traveling around this fantastic country (and world), I’ve always loved seeing God’s creations, and how they work…
When you take time to/ look for beauty, you might be/ rewarded with more.