I'll tell you where I took this photo, but you mustn't tell anyone:

shhhhhhhh.........The Krispy Kholesterol Donut store......

The "Fresh HOT Donuts" sign was lit in blazing pink neon as we drove past. It's like a siren song, causing many a good dieter to crash on the rocks.

Of course I was there strictly for the artistic photo opportunity.

Fourteen!

This girl grew up. Happy Birthday, Merrill.

First Shot

My eyes have been automatically focusing wherever I bid them for nearly half a century. But they're getting tired and a little balky. Vintage eyes using the tiny LCD screen on my camera means my photos are often not pretty....just pretty blurry.

Rachel and John solved the problem by surprising me with a new camera. Their timing couldn't have been more perfect---a few days later the old one died a quick and complete death. The new camera has a generous three-inch LCD. I hate to admit that I need the Large Print Edition camera, but apparently I do.






The camera had only been in my possession twenty minutes or so when Audrey and I headed into a fabric store. When my old eyes glimpsed our images in the storefront glass, I paused and took this shot.



The reflection of the cars outside, our silhouettes, and the bolts of colorful cloth beyond the glass intrigued me. With all three elements in proper focus, I'm pretty much liking the new toy.

It Must Be Horse Show Season

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Asparagus Heaven

Planting an asparagus bed is a lot of work. You have to dig down twelve inches before setting the roots; you have to fertilize heavily. Then you have to wait a few years before you can even harvest more than a stalk or two.

But if you lay the groundwork correctly, the payback will be abundant and long-lasting. I'm eating asparagus nearly every day; I've even given away a few handfuls.

Growing asparagus reminds me of raising children: dig deep. Lay a good foundation. Fertilize well.

Though there is a season of waiting while the roots take hold, the fruit will be long-lasting, a rich blessing that spreads well beyond your own four walls.

And, while you may be glad that you put in the early labor, the credit for tasty asparagus and faithful children ultimately goes to God.