december 26, 2016

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“Always believe something wonderful is about to happen.” ~ Unknown

 

grace

 

Mom asked Stacy to say grace while we waited for dad. If you ever want someone to say a heartfelt, meaningful grace over your dinner, call Stacy. A more sincere blessing has never been spoken at my table, making this Christmas all the more special. 

june 16, 2016

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“The only people with whom you should try to get even are those who have helped you.” ~ Unknown

 

summer breeze (snapseed)
summer breeze (snapseed)

 

It was hot as Hades today, but there was a fine summer breeze keeping the humidity down. It made for a beautiful evening walk with Wallace down to Stacy’s house where we got a glorious view of her giant maple, Grace. A perfectly named tree for a perfect day.

may 22, 2015

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“Differences are not intended to separate, to alienate.
We are different precisely in order to realize our need of one another.”
~ Desmond Tutu

 

sunshine house
sunshine house

 

Wally and I often walk to Stacy’s house after supper. On beautiful days like this one the wave goodbye is like a tiny glimpse of dreamland. It’s an awesome house, and this was a beautiful day in the Bluegrass.

october 25, 2012

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We cannot change the cards we’re dealt, just how we play the hand.” ~ Randy Pausch

hunter’s moon

I stopped at Stacy’s to photograph the leaves of Grace. I also got a beautiful moon, big and bright, placed just so. In ancient time, the Hunter’s Moon signified low vegetation so that game was more easily seen and hunted for winter’s food. Come spring, other beautiful moons shone, signifying regeneration and rebirth. The moon, by whatever name, is hauntingly beautiful: a reaffirming smile from out there, beyond our Earthly reasoning. Each moon reminds me of Lance, and that always makes me happy.

march 14, 2012

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If you light a lamp for someone, it will brighten your own path.” ~ Buddha

mighty Grace

On my evening walk I passed Stacy Yelton’s silver maple tree that she calls Grace; with lanky arms soaking up every ray of sun; roots so old they’ve raised the yard’s elevation…and the sidewalk. Grace has weathered many storms. She drops a limb now and then, but she’s still upright and strong. That’s Grace.