The orange/blue sky
of January.
The long, dark nights,
crisp and airy.
Cushioned in snow,
as the cold winds blow.
The winter garden,
waits.
An intricate design,
of shadows, fall.
Softly folded,
amoungst,
Two old stumps.
A chair,
too cold,
For,
our bums.
January, the beginning of a wonderful, New Year!
Standing over 1.6 meters, and probably weighing in at around 800kg, this majestic Clydesdale is eating candy canes from our granddaughter’s mittened hand.
A McMaster University study finds the benefits of spending time in nature as the following.
Coincidentally, being around horses has a lot of the same benefits. Decreased blood pressure, lower stress levels, and reduced feelings of tension, anxiety and anger. In addition, studies show an increase of self- esteem, empowerment, patience, and trust.
After our wagon ride through the forest, we paid a visit to a horse pasture. Our 7 year old granddaughter called out to them, gently explaining to them that we were are a very loving family, and would cause them no harm.
Soon several beautiful horses approached the fence, trusting every word she spoke.
Thank-you so much to Rainbow View Farms for the wonderful outing.
Keep our love in our hearts.
We will never leave until we stop.
We will all be in our hearts together.
If anyone tries to torn us, we will be there.
Everyone's heart has different abilities, and different feelings.
In our hearts we should combine to make a really, really awesome team.
To make it, the world, a better place.
'Come Lord Jesus, be our guest. And let this food to us be blessed. Amen!'
I Know Not Why
by Morris Rosenfeld
I lift my eyes against the sky,
The clouds are weeping, so am I;
I left mine eyes again on high,
The sun is smiling, so am I.
Why do I smile? Why do I weep?
I do not know; it lies too deep.
I hear the winds of autumn sigh,
They break my heart,
they make me cry;
I hear the birds of lovely spring,
My hopes revive, I help them sing.
Why do I sing? Why do I cry?
The Gospel of Matthew chapter 1, verses 16 to 25.
The Birth of Jesus
This is how the birth of Jesus came about: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.
But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.”
All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: “The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel ” which means, “God with us.”
When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of Lord had commanded him and took Mary home as his wife. But he had no union with her until she gave birth to a son. And he gave him the name Jesus.
In the summer,
fountains flow.
Little children, jumping,
to and from.
Today, beautiful Christmas lights
are on display.
The star of Bethlehem,
leads the way.
The lights so bright.
The trees so tall.
The cityscape.
The boats are gone.
Ducks still swim.
Nice and warm.
Beautiful lights.
Red and bright.
Takes the darkness,
out of the night.
Christmas, in the city.
Christmas, in a town.
Christmas, the whole world round.
I’m not very familiar with the music Of Justin Bieber, or a huge fan of Tim Horton’s Tim Bits.
But the new Tim Horton’s commercial featuring Justin Bieber, and his imagination, made me want to get into my car and drive to my nearest Tim Horton’s.
And so I did!
And I was definitely happy with my purchase!
Now to check out a Justin Bieber tune.
Pink
Some people think
That I am a dink,
on a rink, wearing pink,
with dirty dishes in the sink.
But in a blink
I could make a stink
and call them a fink
because that's what I think.
As I wear my mink
Down on the rink,
neither of them
the colour pink.
Maria Tuttle
Hiking the Gibson Trail,
on a cold, crisp, autumn day.
Making the kind of memories
that don't fade away.
Most leaves have fallen,
others cling on tight.
Colours of nature,
shine through,
brilliantly bright.
Reds and greys,
Browns and blacks.
Healing berries,
of the beautiful sumac.
Trees.
Showing their beauty,
Inside, and out.
Remembering old memories.
Creating new memories.
Flowers on a log.
Prettiest of them all!
Last weekend, my daughter and I spent a lovely couple of hours together, at the Wye Marsh Wildlife Centre carving stones.
Art in the Marsh – Introduction to Stone Carving. Under the instruction of local artist and teacher Lisa Harpell, our pieces of alabaster magically turned in beautiful little sculptures.
Carving alabaster, first using rasps, following with numerous grades of wet sandpaper, the colours were pulled out of our pieces of rock.
It was, at the same time easier than I expected, and more difficult than I expected.
Definitely something I will do again.
So glad things are starting to open up again. In person, is so much more rewarding than a Zoom meeting.
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