For Wordless Wednesday.
I took this Monday when I was walking into the church to chorus. The tree is so beautiful against the greys of the sky and church.
For the Daily Prompt: bury.
Here is the mom and ducklings behind the grasses in today’s earlier post. We were trying to get a photograph of a very noisy and elusive little wren, so stood in the same place for quite a while. Mom settled back down but kept an eye on us…..
For the Daily Prompt: relieved.
For Mundane Monday #114: local grasses.
For Thursday doors. This is one of the cabins that my family owns at Lake Matinenda. I don’t think anyone has stayed in it since my sister died in 2012. That summer my daughter and I went and tried to clean some. There were too many things that were out where the mice could get them. We bought plastic containers and crated things up. We took all the beer bottles in the boat to the car and 17 miles to town to recycle them. We took loads of mouse nested clothes and shoes to the dump. We took a guitar that belonged to my sister home to my niece.
We were too raw to make decisions, to take the clothes and wash them and give them to a charity. It is time to do that.
A door into memory and how much my daughter helped, with no complaint.
This is my daughter, five years ago, at Lake Matinenda in Ontario. I cried when I read about the baby thrown from the London fire.
Prayers for the children in the London fire and their parents and grandparents. Prayers for the refugee’s children, that they are not lost and drowned. Prayers for the Congresspeople shot yesterday and their families and friends.
Prayers for all the children in the world.