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A Magical and Blessed Visit

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Ruby Throated Hummingbirds visited, amused, and entertained us for about a week.  We felt most fortunate to be a stop on their journey.

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In all places, then, and in all seasons,
Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings,
Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons,
How akin they are to human things.

Welcome to the Neighborhood…our Newest Family!

I was able to take these pictures around 6:45am. on Monday.  I have wanted to get pictures of the fox for the past three years.  I felt privileged to get photos of family except for the dad.   Winston and I see mom or dad fox almost every morning around 5:00 am.  Our house must be on their daily rounds.  Last night the father was particularly loud.  Screaming actually in our front yard.  Brooke, my husband’s caretaker, was apprehensive to walk to her car 🙂   I had no idea they could vocalize so well.  This morning I heard what I thought was Laura, my husband’s morning caretaker arriving for work, so I opened the door.  Only to realize, it was the fox screaming again.  Winston, my brave Vizsla, charged out the door and the race was on.  I later realized it was 4 am.   Well the fox is fast…and Winston is pampered.   I’m sure Winston is pure entertainment for the fox.  Last week Winston chased him, and came back walking tiredly.  I started laughing when I saw him because not only was he happily exhausted but the fox was following him.  Mr. Fox wanted to play chase one more time.


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Passion Flower

The Passion Flower is so intoxicatingly beautiful.  The delight of “seeing” each flower is the sweetest treasure, and it’s scent is nothing but divinity.  The symbolism and history of this flower only adds to its allure, without a doubt my absolute favorite.IMG_9261_HDRIMG_7845

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because dawn has come.

sunrise over meadow Janie Sue Robinson you will be missed.  So many things I can hear you saying that make me smile and make me cry.  You never wanted to talk about what growing up was like for you, as a young black girl over 70 some years ago, in fact, I don’t think you even know how old you really were…that made me sad, but it made you strong.  Your love for my boys was unconditional and you always wanted to make sure they had something to eat, not that that was ever a problem, you just didn’t want them to experience hunger like you did.  I love you for that, and a million more reasons.  I love you for telling the same story over and over and making it funnier each time.  I love you for arguing with me that “coon” and “raccoon” isn’t the same animal, and for calling Uncle Jessie to settle the dispute.  I can’t think about that story without laughter filling my heart and tears filling my eyes.  You taught me to love “greens”, in fact they’re growing in my garden right now. You taught me to love and give, even when it’s difficult.  You told me to write my father, send him cards, and always love him, even though he disowned me for marrying your son.  I did, and am thankful I did.  I love you Janie…and will miss you.  I am so sad for your son, and grandsons…my friend, and my boys.  Watch over them..and me, we still need you.  You never got to meet my husband, Matt, but I know you prayed for him.  Thank you, our angel in heaven.                                           May 14, 1935 – April 24, 2014

Services will be at the New St, Paul Church of God in Christ.  Located at 1717 E Cavanaugh Rd. Lansing, MI. Viewing Service is Friday May 2nd 6p-8p.  Funeral Service is Saturday May 3rd at 11:00am

Romance, Sunsets, and the Passage of Time

Tonight’s sunset….  Intensifying and changing moment by moment, more complicated, more breathtaking, and more intoxicating, all with passage of time.

Tonight’s sunset made me think of one of my favorite poets and poems…

Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s  “How Do I Love Thee” 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…..
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
…………….. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Savoring every sunset!

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