Texas Memories - A Neighbor's Penthouse

Red okra

The neighbor. :-)

The Thousand Word Project - Cheerful Colors

The Thousand Word Project - Chilled Winter Greens

Creatures Great and Small - Holding Down the Doormat

The Thousand Word Project - Fast Fades the Day

 

The Daylight Fades

The day­light fades, the ev­en­ing shades

Are ga­ther­ing round my head;

Father above, I praise that love

Which night­ly guards my bed.

While Thou art near, I need not fear,

The gloom of mid­night hour;

Blest Je­sus, still from ev­ery ill

Defend me with Thy pow­er!

Pardon my sin, and en­ter in

To sanc­ti­fy my heart;

Spirit di­vine, O make me Thine,

And fill me, every part!

by Thomas O. Summers
(altered)

Tennessee Memories - Mrs. Alexander's Autumn Garden Part 2

The chrysanthemums were popular.

Tennessee Memories - Mrs. Alexander's Autumn Garden Part 1

 

When you grow flowers you give to others far more than you will ever know.
- Anonymous -

Chrysanthemums

Mrs. Alexander and her husband were sweet neighbors of my family when we lived in Tennessee. She is with the Lord now, but it was a blessing and privilege to be have been able to know them.

October, 2005

The Thousand Word Project - One Lovely Day...

 

The Thousand Word Project - Sunset Reflections

Psalm 104:19 ...the sun knoweth his going down. 

Texas Memories - Winter Storms 2021

In February 2021 we had three significant winter storms in central Texas within a couple weeks. We had snow, ice, and snow again, if I remember correctly. It was very cold and a lot more frozen precipitation than we were used to. There was a lot of damage and a lot of people suffering due to power outages and water shortages. However, it was also beautiful. I've posted some photos already over the past few years. Here are some more for your enjoyment.

Psalm 147:16-17 He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold? 

See, How Rude Winter's Icy Hand

See, how rude winter’s icy hand

Has stripped the trees, and sealed the ground!

But spring shall soon his rage withstand,

And spread new beauties all around.

My soul a sharper winter mourns,

Barren and fruitless I remain;

When will the gentle spring return,

And bid my graces grow again?

Jesus, my glorious sun, arise!

’Tis Thine the frozen heart to move;

Oh! hush these storms and clear my skies,

And let me feel Thy vital love!

Dear Lord, regard my feeble cry,

I faint and droop till Thou appear;

Wilt thou permit Thy plant to die?

Must it be winter all the year?

Be still, my soul, and wait His hour,

With humble prayer, and patient faith;

Till He reveals His gracious power,

Repose on what His promise saith.

He, by whose all commanding word,

Seasons this changing course maintain;

In every change a pledge affords,

That none shall seek His face in vain.

John Newton

The Thousand Word Project - Hello, My Sweet

The Thousand Word Project - Bright and Still

The Thousand Word Project - Feeling Nappish

Sometimes you just need a cat nap, or 31, to get through August.

Snickerdoodle

Texas Memories - Autumn Garden Gems

Dianthus

Red Star

Basil

Firebush

Texas Memories - Wild Petunias

Ruellia
Wild petunia

Texas Memories - September In A Texas Garden

Swiss chard

Red Okra

Squash blossom

The Thousand Word Project - Blooming Fireworks

Texas Memories and A Poem - One Day at A Time

 

One Day at A Time

One day at a time, with its failures and fears,

With its hurts and mistakes, with its weakness and tears,

With its portion of pain and its burden of care;

One day at a time we must meet and must bear.

One day at a time to be patient and strong,

To be calm under trial and sweet under wrong;

Then its toiling shall pass and its sorrow shall cease;

It shall darken and die, and the night shall bring peace.

One day at a time - but the day is so long,

And the heart is not brave, and the soul is not strong,

O Thou pitiful Christ, be Thou near all the way;

Give courage and patience and strength for the day.

Swift cometh His answer, so clear and so sweet;

"Yea, I will be with thee, thy troubles to meet;

I will not forget thee, nor fail thee, nor grieve;

I will not forsake thee; I never will leave."

Not yesterday's load we are called on to bear,

Nor the morrow's uncertain and shadowy care;

Why should we look forward or back with dismay?

Our needs, as our mercies, are but for the day.

One day at a time, and the day is His day;

He hath numbered its hours, though they haste or delay.

His grace is sufficient; we walk not alone;

As the day, so the strength that He giveth His own.

Annie Johnson Flint

The Thousand Word Project - Pink Pompoms

Carnations

The Thousand Word Project - Pink and Yellow

Lantana