glory of gloves

      The day is cold. You awake; you struggle beneath your warm comforter (aka blanket) Then you arise. Your tingling feet come in contact with the throw rug on the hardwood floor and you climb out of your slumbering cocoon. Out the window your eyes wander, the world out there looks frozen and sprinkled with snow. Is this truly the season? But; the shades in the east of colors full of splendor and warmth make the flicker of a smile play across your lips. You leave the scene for just a moment and step into the shower. The steamy water embraces your body and squeezes the chill right out. Ahhh~ 
      All too soon, it seems, your time of warmth is over and the world of cooler temperatures is just waiting to have you back. Some everyday clothes are climbed into by you. Then off to the kitchen you go to prepare a cup of tea; sweetend with a shining drop of honey. (thanks be to the bee!) With a thermos in your hand you get bundled up in a coat. And then you think in your head- "Glory be-! ..for gLoves! that iLoves!" 
      So onto your hands go those handy contraptions. Your day seems much brighter and you almost look forward to the crisp scene waiting for you behind the closed door. Because; your hands will stay WARM*
                                                        
                                                         . . .

full of hot air

            A party planned in the park to watch the hot air balloons light up the night sky.
  the blustery wind made this observation unsuccessful- but the star-gazing 
                                             made up for any sadness.


                               sleep through the night & dream
                                                                              of floating~
                                         {in a hot air balloon someday}


      arise at dawn to complete chores..
                         little brother awakes to play with kittens.
                           then to the top of the hill we go to
           scan the northern horizon through the pale pink mist-
                                  & we SEE!  objects floating softly through the sky.
   how magical they seem..we do not stay atop the hill for long.


                   Home we rush to change into non-farm clothes.
                   I give wee one's hair a douse of water and a quick comb.
                into the silver car we climb and down the road we go-!
       many times we stop to stare above and around us_ what a sight!


                                  hot air balloons~
             the morning feels just right for coffee, so we stop and a pumpkin spice latte


                                goes down with ease and comfort.


                          the display of hot air
                    was so glorious that we went again for the sunset show              
    watched the air balloons slowly rise up into the sunset and fly away..

crescent watcher of the earth

      In the wee hours of this morning as I drove home from the city of Calgary alone, I thought of many things. I also tried to keep my eyes busy and wide awake so as not to fall asleep, swerve into a fellow automobile driver, or hit any of God's animals that may be crossing the road at the time. The stars were gloriously glowing all the while and at 12:46 AM a pale light began to force its way thru the darkness on the horizon.. For a moment I wondered, "What can it be!?" then it came to me- it must be my silent glowing friend of the night.. 
                  I watched it slowly rise thru the silvery clouds and become
                             a crescent watcher of the Earth..
   I thanked God for that wonderful orb, floating around the earth's atmosphere! He makes all things bright and beautiful~ How excellent and glorious are His works throughout this land.
                           
..

strawberry morning

   
    Now tell me friends, is there something more delicious than eating strawberries in the garden on a rainy morning? iThink not...