Skywatch Friday

"When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, 

my soul expands in the worship of the creator." 

 ~ Mohandas Gandhi

  

For some reason I've been intrigued by these sunset pictures I took last night.  The cloud formation is so interesting.  Almost I can envision what the writer of Hebrews calls the 'cloud of witnesses' sitting above us.  Perhaps they are closer than we imagine.

Although it's not one of those fiery displays, there are an amazing amount of colors when you look closely.

Today I'm joining Skywatch Friday, the place where, every Friday, sky watchers from around the world post their incredible sky photos. If your soul needs wow-ing today, this is a great place to get it!

Here's wishing you glimpses of heaven in unexpected places!

Hugs,

Brenda

xox

   

Fresh As A Daisy

Our shasta daisies are in full bloom. They make such a sprightly bunch off in the f-a-r corner of our garden. Far enough away from the patio and the deck, for as anyone who knows this plant will tell you, they are not grown for their sweet and pleasing fragrance.

I love to tell the story of a day one summer long ago, when I convinced my young nephew to go check out the pretty daisies growing along the side of the house, and to be sure to give them a good, deep sniff. He came back, nose all a-wrinkle. Ewwwww! Disgusting! He was so delightedly 'grossed out' by their pungent, odd smell that he went off to find his dad. Dad, you have to come smell these r-e-a-l-l-y nice flowers.

So, the joke around here right now is that Mr. Hubbs is trying to convince me that I should go and give them a good sniff as they are really nice. Sez she, Aha, we might have been born in the night, but it wasn't last night!

Do you remember that old sing-song young girls used to rattle off as they plucked the petals off one by one, secretly hoping that it would count off right? He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me....

Mr. Hubbs and I both were single a long time before we met and married, and so it isn't that many years ago when the daisy petal song FINALLY counted out the right way for me ......... he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me!

And, so there's the post.  I wish you a beautiful day... filled with something fresh and sprightly. And not too smelly.

Hugs,

Brenda

xox

Miss Kitty

"A nap between two pillows"

In the sing-song list of 'a few of our favourite things', catching Miss Kitty asleep in a sunbeam has got to be right up there for me. I tried to figure out why exactly, and I'm not sure, except I know my heart gets a little thrill. Perhaps it symbolizes that sense of well being and contentment we all long for. I realize again how glad she's a part of my life and I'm a part of hers.

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"The smallest feline is a masterpiece."

- Leonardo da Vinci

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Here's wishing you a purr-fect day!

Brenda

We're Off...

...Enjoying our summer...

 

The days are beautiful...

and so are the long twilight evenings.

 At present, my study is too close and warm for comfy blogging

 ~ we'll catch up with you soon.

Wishing you beautiful days!
Brenda

 

She Said It Perfectly

Have you ever thought, why should I try and phrase this in my own words when someone else has discovered how to say it perfectly already?

That's exactly what I was thinking when I read a recent post by Brenda at Coffee Tea Books and Me. In my view, her article On the Well Read Life will provide you with the most delightful reason to stop a while. Make a cup of tea and enjoy a little break on a busy afternoon.

Here's to kindred friends who share my own delight in books and reading!

Hugs,

Brenda

xox