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Kindness

At the beach this weekend I spent a good bit of my time people watching as the hubs and his pal were off collecting hermit crabs.

I was so grateful to have my camera and be able to catch this act of service.

There is a large sand bar and then a small stream before you get to the shore. This family had apparently spent the day out on the sandbar and this is what happened next.

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I Found A Flower For You

There is nothing sweeter than the innocence and the love of a child. At church while taking pictures for our board, one of our sweet little boys came up to me and said, “I found a flower for you.”

Next thing I knew all the little 4 year old boys were handing me tiny yellow flowers.

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We Call Her Tender, As In Tender Mercy

Tender mercies come in all shapes and sizes. Several months ago my Mother was going through a particularly difficult time and while she was in her yard as therapy Heavenly Father sent the sweetest tender mercy to her. They are now dear friends, no pun intended.

She follows Mother along the chain link fence, comes to Mother’s voice and her name, “Tender” or “Baby”. She will stand and watch you as you watch her. She has a gentle wisdom in her eyes. She is so beautiful. My camera battery went dead so I did not get too many good shots, but there are a couple. I hope to get more soon.

I mentioned to Mother, “Tender is ruining my love of deer sausage and deer meat.”

Just look at her. (I am shooting through the fence, so that’s the blur. The last, I thought was just a neat picture.)

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Week Photo Challenge: He Loves Unconditionally

Roscoe is the most compassionate dog I know. He picks up on cues. I was feeling down. He came over and laid his head on my tummy as if to say, “Mom, I am here.”

When I or my husband cough, he runs and jumps on the other until we let him know that his other parent is okay. He can be awakened from a deep sleep or in another room by a cough a do this. Sweet sweet boy.

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Such a Beauty, and Not As Earrings

Seeing the beauty of these lizards through the eyes of an adult, I almost feel guilty for wearing them as earrings as a child. I guess they thought they were attacking the giant as they chomped now on my ears, and I thought I was funny. Poor guys!

Glad their descendents do not hold a grudge and pose for such beautiful pictures.

This little fella looked like he was reading the Seven Dust bag in the last two shots.

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Daily Prompt: Kindness

Daily Prompt: Moment of Kindness

I told Lillee a joke. She smiled a courtsey smile.

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Then she caught the punchline…

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Then she could not contain herself…

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I asked her if she liked that joke…and she winked at me.

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Such a sweet girl!

A Boy and His Ball

I See you Ball 6-8

I see you ball!

I Smell You Ball 6-8

I smell you ball!

I Taste You Ball 6-8

I taste you ball!

I Eat You Ball 6-8

I EAT YOU BALL!! Numm Numm Numm Numm!!!

Gauge loves to play with a ball. As long as it is round, or sort of round, it is a ball to him. My potatoes, my onions, tennis balls, the neighborhood golf balls, pine cones…I am telling you, anything sort of round is a ball to him. He loves it! And plays for hours!

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Gauge Guarding Ball 6-8

Gauge carrying ball 6-8

Betcha Can't Get it Mom 6-8
Betcha can’t get it Mom!

 

Two Months Today

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The Giving Tree

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I hope to get a better picture of our climbing tree, this makes it look short. (I added the larger picture today.)  I lovingly think of it as “The Giving Tree” as Shel Silvertein talked about in his children’s book.  Mimosa’s typically only live about 17 years.  Our mimosa has lived 45 + years.

I know that is because the love we give it, and it gives in return.  Many an adventure have been lived out in this tree.  It was a boat, a castle, a home, a school bus, a school, a space ship, and anything a child’s mind could imagine.  His sturdy limbs once even saved us from a neighborhood dog attack.  As Granny yelled, “run to the climbing tree” when a Doberman jumped the fence.

Several generations have climbed it.  When I was 19 and broke up with my first very serious marriage talking boyfriend, I went and climbed this tree and cried.  When I moved back home after being gone for three years, one of the first things I did was climb the tree.   I could not get as high as I once could, but I could still climb it.  He has a disease now; but he still blooms year after year.  When the grandchildren come, they still visit him.  I love this tree!

Granny’s Love and Rose Live On

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My Granny died in 2001. This cherokee rose was barely hanging on around a tree in her backyard. She loved this rose. When she was in good health she would take a bucket and water all her plants, this rose included.

My Mother took a clipping from the rose, sprouted it, and nurtured it. Now thriving it climbs length of her clain link fence. It is beautiful. Mother continuing to nurture it with the love and tender care that Granny did us.

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