Sunday, February 26, 2012
The king parrots are visiting the garden again. This photo was taken in February five years ago. I wanted a bird photo for today's Psalm challenge but have been off visiting towns for my new 100 towns project so could not get a shot this weekend.
Psalm 50:10-11 New International Version (NIV)
"For every animal of the forest is mine,
and the cattle on a thousand hills.
I know every bird in the mountains,
and the insects in the fields are mine."
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Sunday, February 19, 2012
I found these gobbling the lime leaves. But if I want butterflies in the garden I guess I have to put up with some gobbling.
Psalm 49:15 New International Version (NIV)
"But God will redeem me from the realm of the dead;
he will surely take me to himself."
Participating in Psalm Challenge #49.
Posted by Joan Elizabeth at 9:42 PM
Thursday, February 16, 2012
The lime tree has given us some flowers recently.
When I first met citrus blossom
My Dad got up a 4am every morning. He told me this habit started when as a young lad he had breakfast with Grandad before he headed off with the bullock team.
Each morning summer and winter Dad lit the fire (we had a wood stove) and settled down to his business accounts. At around 6 am he collected the morning paper from the footpath, filled a teapot from the kettle now singing gently on the stove, toasted some bread over the red coals and set a tray with two tea cups. Sometimes that tray also had a flower selected from the garden, fresh with morning dew.
The tray he carried into the bedroom where Mum was waiting for her morning cuppa, once a year had the first orange blossom for the season.
I don't know the significance of that bloom in their 50 year romance but when I see citrus blossom I always think of the love they shared.
[I will add the photo of Mum that Dad carried with him throughout the war when I get a chance to dig it out.]
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Sunday, February 12, 2012
Reading this week's Psalm to see what in my garden might match a verse, the word loftiness was the one that jumped from the page. It made me think of the Redwood growing in the neighbours yard. It is a beautiful tree which give's us delight but is it going to be too lofty? It's not even a teenager yet. Look at the photo below taken 10 years ago. It can't be seen.
Participating in the Psalm Challenge at Athens Daily Photo.
From Psalm 48
"Great is the LORD, and most worthy of praise,
in the city of our God, his holy mountain.
Beautiful in its loftiness,
the joy of the whole earth,
like the heights of Zaphon is Mount Zion,
the city of the Great King."
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Someone said to me the other day, "How do you get rid of clover out of the lawn". I responded, "I don't because I have grass not lawn."
When I first met clover
At home the grass was a hardy kikuya that sent runners into the garden beds. And there were clumps of clover too.
On hot summer afternoons as the sun began to drop my sister and I would loll on the cool grass, picking the clover flowers and stringing them into necklaces, bangles and halos for our heads. Then we would run and play with our brother until sunset when Mum would call us in. I loved those summer evenings.
|My little sister Val lolling on the grass in the back yard.|
Romans 12:12 New International Version (NIV)
"Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer."
Sunday, February 5, 2012
There used to foxgloves down at the end of the woodland path but they have been gone for years. What a surprise to see one pop up this year. The rain must have inspired it to grow.
"Clap your hands, all you nations;
shout to God with cries of joy ...
God has ascended amid shouts of joy,
the LORD amid the sounding of trumpets.
Sing praises to God, sing praises;
sing praises to our King, sing praises."
A contribution to this week's Psalm challenge at Daily Athens Photo
Thursday, February 2, 2012
The rain keeps falling. The garden is so lush but the plant in this view that brings the most joy to my heart is the massive elk horn you can see around the middle of the shot.
When I first met elk horns
"Come on kids. Who wants to go for a drive." Dad often called on a Sunday afternoon. He never ever worked on a Sunday, it was a day of worship and rest.
We all willingly piled into the small Holden and went for a drive that more often than not ended up at the local forestry. Dad liked to meander along its red dirt tracks spotting native animals on the move around dusk.
We climbed the tall towers the foresters used to watched for bush fires.
My elder brother and sister proudly pointed out the tall pines that were planted the year they were born.
But we all thought the most beautiful spot at the forestry was at the camp headquarters where they had put dozens of elk horns and stag horns in the trees.
|Mum, Nana and my little sister at the forestry.|
Genesis 2:3 (New International Version (NIV)
Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done.
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