Pictures for Brother Bob

Bro Bob lives here.

Now he is visiting family in Athol, Idaho.These pictures are to show him what is happening here while he is away.

I’ve taken over the game table to try to finish this log cabin quilt.

The Cats still come to eat morning and night. Marmalade is getting more and more friendly, actually coming for a pet and scratch around the ears.

Chili peppers

Chili peppers

Chili Peppers

Sweet Potatoes or Yams?

Sunflowers are calling it quits, birds get the rest.

Go to the two previous entries to see more of the garden.

Hurry Back, Brother Bob, you are missed.

Published in: on September 23, 2011 at 12:50 pm  Leave a Comment  

On My Mind – The beginning, the ending and the beginning again

On my mind …

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I’ve been thinking about this for several days every time I look out at the garden. Here in California, September is the beginning of fall and the garden shows its age.
May I show you what I see:
Sunflowers- June 22
today
Cucumbers June 22
Today
Tomatoes  June 22
Today
As I wandered around to the back of the tomatoes and cucumbers, I found this new beginning;
Beets, carrots, spinach, and turnips
Through all the starts and stops, this Farmer is still found on his knees.
  To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
Ecclesiastics  3:1-2
Published in: on September 23, 2011 at 11:46 am  Leave a Comment  

Five Minute Friday – Growth

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Growth

Start

During these first days of fall, I walked through the garden and realized the garden was getting old and tired.

This garden has grown, and bloomed,

and produced day after day after day.

Now is the ceasing,

the garden is growing brown,

it is withering,

the produce is sparse and small.

During the first days of fall, I found new beginnings

new growth

new promises

new hope

and the farmer still on his knees.

Stop

Adding pictures now.

Published in: on September 23, 2011 at 10:54 am  Comments (3)