Things I've Been Seeing

Crestline CA.

Random Thoughts: Some Black, Some White

20150223-untitled (11 of 34)Chilly, finally, after the unusually warm weather we’ve been having. The earth was wet from rain in the night, temperature in the high 30s, so I had bundled up, and had pulled on gloves for the trek to the lake, even though it is hard to handle Winston and the camera while wearing gloves. Lake Gregory was spectacular, and as I often do, I thought I don’t come down here enough. Before the day was over, rain pelted our woods, and our yards, and soft, watery snow fell in its typical silent way.

20150223-untitled (15 of 34)How did God make all this? Did He sit down somewhere–a kind of creation studio–and consider the varieties of trees, flowers, leaf shapes, stone colors, animal faces, ocean volume, sand for the deserts, whiskers and noses . . .?

20150223-untitled (16 of 34)I saw that several large trees have been felled near the lodge. Why? Were they diseased, or just somehow in the way or . . .? I have friends who have recently danced about with death, some even at this moment are dodging and weaving, and I have a sense of its dreadfulness, and that the cutting down of life smacks of pain and decay, and we don’t like it.

20150223-untitled (17 of 34)Strange, isn’t it that even we who are Christians and believe in a hereafter do not want to die. Few exceptions.

“How many want to go to Heaven today?” Nathaniel’s little five-year-old voice boomed from the upstairs area as we sat around in the living room with guests. No one answered, so that little grandson of mine asked again, “How many want to go to Heaven today?” We adults–Christians, ministers–grinned, looked at each other, and decided none of us wanted to go today. Strange, huh? Or not?

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20150223-untitled (22 of 34)My heart breaks for some I know whose lives are upside down. Can’t get it straight. Can’t make it work. . .Good people. I cry.

20150223-untitled (25 of 34)Life Cycles. The bud. Summer warmth, then leaves crackle, dry up, and fall to the earth. And it is Winter.

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Spectacular Mystery Plant

20141004-untitled (6 of 13)I bought this plant a few months ago at the 99 cent store. It had no name placard, nor any way to identify the plant. It has flourished in a pot set in the lower part of our back yard here in Crestline, CA.

20141004-untitled (9 of 13)The pot sets in an old chair, the rust made beautiful by the fushia tendrils that end the white fronds that hang down. The leaves range from green to deep purple.20141004-untitled (7 of 13)

20141004-untitled (13 of 13)The plant is a striking one that seems very hardy, having endured much neglect this summer.

Can anyone identify this magnificent specimen?


Iris in the Spring

Yesterday, hard rain struck our earth here in Crestline, frigid cold enveloped our land, and then hail pebbles by the thousand pelted our decks and our gardens.

Today, I walked among the invigorated plants where I saw that water drops still lipped on the edges of some of them. Last fall I stuffed a tub that sets on the side planter with bulbs. Today, an Iris is open. Another is a splendid promise.

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His Hands

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Rebecca, of My Heart

My only one, Rebecca. The best daughter anyone could want. We spent Independence Day together down by the lake.

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Pear Tree and Visitors

This afternoon I observed a critter strolling across one of our pear blossoms. Actually I believe there were a couple sauntering about.

Our pear tree is in full bloom. A magnificent sight.

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Stark

After I had staggered down our driveway to retrieve the newspaper and to take pictures of the daffodils and our house and was heading back to the stairs inside the garage, I looked east and saw this magnificent view. I was freezing as the temperature was in the 20s, but it was so beautiful . . .stark. . . that stretch of branch . . .

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