We took advantage of today’s warm weather to do a little fence walking, checking, tree limb removing, mending……and photo taking along the way….
Fence Walking
Tag: church
Solstice to Solstice :: White
white wispy clouds moving swiftly overhead
white gravestones in the cemetery across the road
white family church peeking out of a blaze of autumn glory
week four of the thirteen weeks of autumn
the solstice to solstice project with urban.prairie.forest
Friday’s Fences
Welcoming 2012
Spent much of yesterday and today ‘mending fences’… literally… out of necessity… seems like quite an appropriate way to begin the new year. Hope you are all off to a very happy start.
October Snow
While not the first snowfall of the season, Saturday’s snow was the first with significant accumulation – over six inches. This presented a few chanllenges, as we are never quite ready for the extra organization required to haul and feed hay. We were so much luckier than our neighbors to the northeast… some inconvenience, but really… just a lovely October snowfall.
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A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week.
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog
Sunday Muse
Oh I’d like to go back
To that old country church
To hear the songs of praise
How the people would sing
It would make the rafters ring
At that old, that old country church
Shall we gather at the river
The beautiful, beautiful river
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God
Oh I’ll never forget
At that old country church
How the Glory of the Lord came down
And the children would smile
As they shouted down the aisle
Of that old, that old country church
In the sweet bye and bye
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet bye and bye
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
Then on Sunday I’d see
All my friends dear to me
At that old country church
When it came time for prayer
Everybody would be there
At that old country church
Leaning, oh yes I’m leaning
Safe and secure from all alarm
Leaning, oh yes I’m leaning
Leaning on the ever lasting arm
Now the years have gone by
And so many have died
At that old country church
But they are on that other shore
Where they will sing forever more
As they did at that old country church
— “The Old Country Church” – Lyrics by J. D. Sumner
“Christmas waves a magic wand over this world,, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.” — Norman Vincent Peale
The Month of Thanksgiving – Day Twenty-Nine
Mt. Olivet
They sing of the church in the valley,
But my heart receives a great thrill
When I think of the home of my childhood
And the little white church on the hill.
It stands as a symbol of Gods love
And mother’s and father’s love too.
For they went with us each Sunday morning
To show us the pathway so true.
God’s acre is near, and our dear ones
Lie under its green grassy sod.
Their lives have been our inspiration
We know they’ve gone home to God.
I’ve seen very beautiful churches
Some that I’ll never forget.
But none so dear as the church on the hill
The one that we call Olivet.
— found among Great Grandfather David Dixon’s papers, written by our Great Aunt Ida Amanda Dixon Price (shared by our Great Aunt Mary Florence Dixon Hardesty)
The Month of Thanksgiving – Day Twenty-Two
We are thankful for the Mt. Olivet Church bell, just as our Grandma Lena was when she wrote this poem (commemorated here in scrapbook form for the sisters).