24, Then and Now
Yesterday my oldest son turned 24 years old. I was 24 years old when he was born. So, it got me thinking about how long ago that was, and just how much has happened in…
Yesterday my oldest son turned 24 years old. I was 24 years old when he was born. So, it got me thinking about how long ago that was, and just how much has happened in…
#getoutside #NHbeauty #visitNH Where there are people, there are wires. Even with the wires, the peak of Mt. Washington is always a sight on a clear day.
#getoutside #visitNH #NHbeauty Moose Flowage, Pittsburg, NH
#happyindependenceday Enjoying the freedoms we still have. May God bless the USA.
Capture Me in a Picture What is a poor boy to do, while finding his way, When the picture calls, inviting him in to stay?
Today, the twins (now 6 years old all of a sudden) graduated from kindergarten. There was a short celebration event outside the school in the 87 F heat.
The kids, separated into their three different class groups, and walked in a procession to the front of the seating area. They sang some songs, received their certificates, and listened to some remarks, all after we all pledged allegiance to the flag. Listening to myself recite the words to the pledge made me think of many stories that have made recent headlines around the globe. I will leave it at that for now. The ceremony was brief and it was adorable.
April 14, 2016 – My Dad was taken home by his Lord and Saviour. There are bunches of my words and stories that you can read if you so wish, regarding my Dad’s death found in the following links.
Dad.
I miss him.
May 14, 2016 – We took the twins and their older brothers to Fenway Park to see the Red Sox play. It is the 6-year-old twins’ first trip to the old ballpark in Boston.
This little visitor popped by today. The twins and I were happy to take a look at this natural beauty.
Miramichi Beauty A favorite picture of mine. I took this picture in October 2013, one on of my favorite ‘road-trip’ days ever.
A couple of days ago, I went in search of nearby winter weather. I found ice. Everywhere.
I walked in the woods. I walked on crusted snow. There were no other foot steps. There was no trail. I followed some animal tracks, but mostly just the lay of the land. The crusted snow was slick in spots but I thought of how much more difficult this walk would be in the summer months of growth.
Thanks to a blog post I found online posted by Bryan Pfeiffer I was able to identify my bird more easily. Bryan’s blog gives a tremendous description to this little piece of paradise in the…