Easter is an exhausting time for church musicians! Last week, I sang for seven services and we had an evening of rehearsal, Come Sunday afternoon, I was super tired. We did have a fun but fairly low-key Easter celebration. Fortunately, I was not responsible for much of the cooking. Brooke flew home last week to surprise Erin. Erin went to church with us at noon on Friday and then we went to lunch. This is when we surprised her, though…
“Please Take Me Home!” I went to the grocery store the other day to get bananas, and only bananas. As soon as I walked in the door, this plant cried out, ‘Take me home with you, please!” How could I resist the little orange flowers in the blue basket? Those are my favorite colors. You knew that, right? Despite its lopsidedness and the brown yips on its leaves, I could not resist this burst of color. For this picture, I…
“Flour Power” It is funny to me how I chose to respond to today’s prompt of “hobby.” For whatever reason, I don’t think of any of the things that I like to do as “hobbies.” They are just things that I do. For that reason, I had to really think about what I was going to photograph today. The first thing that came to mind was knitting. Of all of the activities that I do in my spare time, this…
“Sweet Rest” No resting was happening at our house today. Late this afternoon, with no idea was I was going to photograph for today’s prompt, I took a stroll outside. Looking at the closed buds on the irises, I decided that they were resting; there was my picture. “Awake!” As I made my way back around the house, a glimpse of purple caught my attention. Amidst all of the green stems and tightly closed buds was one early bloomer. On…
I am happy to share here some pictures of the work of Dale Chihuly that is currently on display at the Dallas Arboretum. The fact is that matter how good the pictures, they can’t capture the whole beauty and grandness of seeing these magnificent pieces of glass in person. The sheer amount of glass alone is amazing. Add to that the incredible detail in every piece and I realize that both words and pictures come up short in their abilities…
When we moved to the country, I had dreams of having a bountiful garden. Despite having four acres, my garden never happened. It never happened because I was the only one who had this dream and I didn’t have the drive to go at it alone. I’m not sure why that was the case, but it was. As this spring approached, I still had dreams of a garden. Now, living once again in suburbia, I have one. How is that…