Home & Homestead Living
This is my Father’s world, and to my listening earsAll nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thoughtOf rocks and trees, of skies and seas;His hand the wonders wrought. This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s…
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Sunrise at Thistle Cove Farm, at this time of year, generally means fog. This morning was no exception and the fog was thick, heavy and wet but, usually, burns off by mid to late morning. It makes for an interesting walk in the pastures but, most of the time, I wait until the fog has burned off to walk. You…
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Happy Anniversary Dave. In These Times by Joan Armatrading.
In Marrakesh the dyers of yarn hang heavy skeins overhead in order to dry in the hot, bright sunlight. As we walked in the souk amazing sights were on all sides and above! It’s been mentioned before, Dave and I love to travel and one of our favorite places is Morocco. We’ve spent many happy times there and in various…
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“There Shall be Showers of Blessing” There shall be showers of blessing: This is the promise of love; There shall be seasons refreshing, Sent from the Savior above. Refrain Showers of blessing, Showers of blessing we need: Mercy drops round us are falling, But for the showers we plead. There shall be showers of blessing, Precious reviving again; Over the…
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Well, of course I’m supposed to be doing something else…that’s why I’m updating my blog! Early this morning, sunrise, I watched as six deer fed in Rees’ alfalfa field down the road from our house. At least one of the deer is a buck, with a pretty full set of antlers and he’s the one on the far right, staring…
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It’s been a quiet week yet full of mid-summer’s work. We live by the season’s and not the calendar, most farmer’s do, and go from early to late in an attempt to prepare for the sleep of winter. I don’t have a favorite season, other than whatever one I’m in, but enjoy all the seasons for different reasons. It seems…
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“Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlight from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight, mine…
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These full moon photos were taken two nights ago, the first in the gloaming and the second around 2:00 a.m. Both this photo and the one below were taken from my back porch. This is the gloaming, that time between dusk and dark, when the night has yet to stake her claim and the day is relinquishing her hold. The…
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My cup overflows! Leslie, In the Shadow of Juniper Hill, has gifted me with the Honest Scrap Award. Leslie is a homesteader in California and is as far west as one can go in this great continental USA and I’m as far east as she is west…there’s a symmetry there that pleases, and amuses, me. I’m supposed to tell readers…
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“Blessed are all thy saints, O God and King, who have traveled over the tempestuous sea of this mortal life, and have made the harbor of peace and felicity. Watch over us who are still in our dangerous voyage, and remember such as lie exposed to the rough storms of trouble, and temptation. Frail is our vessel, and the ocean…
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