Titus two Tuesday

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In the garden out and about

I have been wandering about in the back garden this morning with my coffee, cutting zinnias here and

 there to place in a tiny old fashioned vase.

There is nothing quite so charming or welcoming than to see a simple bouquet of 

flowers on the kitchen table.

Today there is a pot of beans on the back burner, a cornbread in the oven, and a fresh potato salad ready to pull out of the fridge for dinner. 

I am planning to make some quick refrigerator pickles as well. 

I am not a big pickle fan but my husband loves them.

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 The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becometh holiness, 

not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things;

Titus 2:3

a handful of acorns

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the dump truck

My grandson has a little dump truck.

We loaded it with sea shells, sticks, and small stones

and made a pile across the yard under the apple tree.

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ashley

Because I will never forget you. 

Yesterday a child came out to wonder

caught a dragonfly inside a jar.

a boy and his dog

It's raining out..

through the looking glass

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I found an old brick while walking the shore of a morning. 

What is it about a circle that makes us look through?

As if we could see another world on the other side...

or at least another perspective.

my man of a morning

Saturday morning found us walking the beach early-ish

While a few family's got a head start on the steamy day

laying blankets and adding ice to the coolers

Joe and I walked with our toes in the water and shared easy conversation.

IMAGE-IN-ING

The Bell

Imaganing

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on my desk

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Let us not love in word or speech but in deed and truth.

1 John 3:18

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in the pink

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Spring has finally arrived

It's still rather chilly in the mornings but the 

trees are pink and chartreuse.

We are able to walk the island without a jacket

and all seems hopeful once again.

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consider the lily

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Lily of the valley

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Consider the lilies, how they grow:

they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you

even Solomon in all his glory

was not arrayed like one of these.

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