Poem Sunday

From all that dwell below the skies

Let the Creator's praise arise;

Let the Redeemer's name be sung

Through every land, by every tongue.

Eternal are they mercies, Lord,

Eternal truth attends thy word;

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,

Till suns shall rise and set no more.

~Isaac Watts

The bluebirds have returned once again to start a new family in the birdhouse outside my kitchen window. How timely.

Valentine's Day is not about "I love you." It's about "We love each other."

Happy Valentine's Day, y'all.

the sofa, a blanket, a mug of tea...and thou

Often, Life is like old Pharoah. Demanding more bricks with less straw.

But sometimes, yes, sometimes....Pharoah sleeps.

And the brick making gets cancelled because of snow. Oh yeah.