feathered friends

 Right outside my doorway are friends, of the feathered kind. They show up punctually every morning, and feed throughout the day, never letting me down with their sterling essence. Remaining faithful to making sure the feeders are adequately stocked is my part, the birds' part is to be just what they are...feathered friends spilling pleasure.

A little hard-backed journal book to record, binoculars to closely observe, a Peterson's Field guide to identify, and colored pencils to draw our friends in detail.

And yes, there is plenty of competition with the squirrels too, there is probably no reason necessary to convince anyone that they get their share of the birdseed.

inglenook

I like the word inglenook, especially with lower case letters.

 There it sits all smug, and inviting you to come gather around the fireside to sip a cup of English Breakfast tea alongside a slice of homemade wheat bread slathered in butter.

Laura came yesterday and taught Rose and me the essentials of wheat loaf bread making. I ordered the extra ingredients from  the Urban Homemaker, and at the present rate we are eating this bread, next week I can solo on my own bread making endeavors.

a heart discovery

 We stopped by the snowy woods this morning, and Rose marveled at a heart discovery.

Happy Valentines Day!

a much commented- on cap

Isn't it a treat to knit up something and have people comment on how much they like it? Such was the case with this little Goblin Cap I knitted up this past week. Charlotte chose the colors of Galway wool, and the button was plucked from my grandmother's stash of old buttons.

Then Rose took her outside in the twirling snow where it was cold to take a picture.

Since Rose will be going to Haiti in late April, we are both reading Kisses from Katie.

"I have absolutely no desire to write a book about myself. 

This is a book about Christ."

~Katie Davis

When we surrender our lives to Christ it becomes more about Him and less about us. This book is about a young woman serving Christ unconditionally, absolutely, and daily in Uganda. The last time I can remember feeling similar emotions upon reading a true story of a person's remarkable life was The Shadow of the Almighty: Life and Testament of Jim Elliot by Elisabeth Elliot.

Joining Ginny this Wednesday, as I post my second post of the day. Joyously reporting the snow is coming down, just as "they" said it would!

huddling down

"They" say it is coming. "They" say we can count on it being the perfect storm, snow storm, that is, for our southern area. We are waiting, joyously we are waiting!

We have not a care in the world...