The smell of the corn on a cool summer morning as you drive by a farmer's field.

The song of the wren sitting on the front porch.

The purr of your kitty when she finds out you were there all the time.

Working in the yard with my dear husband.

Looking and shopping for clothing patterns.

Having lunch at a quiet, country restaurant (in Alma).

God saw you getting tired

And a cure was not to be

So He put His arms around you

And whispered "come to Me."

With tearful eyes we watched you,

And saw you pass away.

Although we loved you dearly,

We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Hard working hands at rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us,

He only takes the best.

Neither rich nor poor...

See how the Lillies flourish white and fair

And how the Ravens Fed from Heaven are.

Thou ne'er distrust thy God for clothes or bread

Whilst the Lillies flourish and the Fowls are fed.

A man that doth on Riches set his mind

Strives to take hold of Shadows and the Wind.

Therefore with food and raiment thou contented be

Ask not for Riches nor for Poverty.

Beggar's Daughter,
Mable Leigh Hunt
pg 138

pretty things

delicate wings on dragon flies

soft fuzzy caterpillars

rain drops on roses

I like

Pretty pictures

Lovely Victorian Dolls

Kansas sunsets

Tiny blessings today

Sunshine; kitties; a sweet family