Keeping up with staying behind is becoming a regular occurrence for me. The sun has been out, showing off the glory of spring in the Northwest. Our family is preparing for another deployment, so we are, as always, striving to squeeze the fullness of joy from every moment we have. In light of this, combined with my many shortcomings, the photo update will be in the form of Instagram snapshots from my phone. (One of these days I’ll catch up on my photo editing, and get my “big camera” photo panels up as well.)
A beautiful design and an expensive window replacement.
(One should be mindful of flying rocks from weed eaters.)
“There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect. Men do not quarrel about the meaning of sunsets; they never dispute that the hawthorn says the best and wittiest thing about the spring.”
~G.K. Chesterton
Trivial Pursuit with Fr. Harkins
Precious time with daddy while he is stateside
Deceptively simple homemade bread
“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.”
-G.K. Chesterton
The beautiful broken window being replaced
with an ordinary unbroken window.
Our spring fruits & veggies all planted, complete with a homemade sign made with the spring sunshine and a magnifying glass.
Bike ride in the sun, with an ice cream break half way. Not a shabby way to spend a Satruday.
“The truth about life is that joy and sorrow are mingled
in an almost rhythmical alternation like day and night.”
-G.K. Chesterton
paper passion and pixel mania
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