But Peter rose and ran to the tomb; stopping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; and he went home wondering at what had happened.
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
White on White
I've just been to Texas, where the green grass makes a bright backdrop for the state's official flowers, bluebonnets, waving their colorful blossoms in my parents' yard.
My dear hubby softened the sting of my return to the white Nebraska outdoors by providing a little fresh and white on the inside.
Thank you, JohnR.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Redneck
Some of my daughters said it was REDNECK to pile people onto a car hood, two sleds, and a broken water tank, and then attach the whole train to a couple of draft horses for fun in the snow.
But some of my daughters weren't here. The people who were here didn't say it was redneck. They said it was fun.
But some of my daughters weren't here. The people who were here didn't say it was redneck. They said it was fun.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Friday, December 31, 2010
Building
This building was outside of my window in Omaha. It might be boring.
Or it might be more fun than you would think!
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Bald Eagles
Baldy found a deer carcass for breakfast. I'm happy for him, and happy that he is thinking more about his belly than about the strangers who brought their car to a stop on the road nearby. The last time I tried to get a photo of a bald eagle--just last week--he flew off before my tires had even quit rolling.
Seeing this bird feasting on breakfast reminded me of a time last year when John spotted a different bald eagle from his combine seat.
Some punk had shot this one off of a power pole, and it fell in our fencerow. John didn't see the crime, just the evidence.
He called the game warden, who confirmed Audrey's ID of an immature bald eagle. Bald eagles live in the wild for twenty or thirty years, but they don't get their white heads until they are around five years old. This
is a young one.
I'm sad that some people feel big if they can put down something smaller than themselves.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Lunar Eclipse or Lunacy?
The word "lunacy" comes from "luna", a Latin root that refers to the moon. A thirteenth century definition of "lunacy" reads: periodic insanity, dependent on the changes of the moon.
This may look like periodic insanity, dependent on changes in the moon. But let me assure you, these are perfectly sane people, even if they did spend a while outside in the twenty degee darkness between 1 and 2 a.m. this morning.
Lunar eclipses happen at least twice each year, although the last total lunar eclipse was in 2008.
Things that look like lunacy can happen any time.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Grey
This photo has not been edited, nor changed to black-and-white.
God sometimes paints in shades of grey.
God sometimes paints in shades of grey.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
It could happen.....
We don't usually see this much standing corn and this much snow in the same field at the same time.
This grain should have been put to bed in November. But God's plans for the weather and our plans for harvest didn't quite coincide last fall. So we, like a lot of other folk, still have corn standing in out in the wide world.
Earlier in the winter I made jokes about hooking the disk behind the combine to save a pass through the field. I didn't think we would really harvest in March and plant in April.
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