THE COLORS OF SUMMER

As I slowly open the shades of our patio door, I see the first snow of the season and it has taken away the colors of the other day. There is a cotton like blanket that covers almost everything that wants to grow, but it looks like the answer is "No". The only hope is that the sun decides that this is not fair.

To my delight the rays of sun break through the grayish sky and begin bringing back the colors that have been stollen from my eyes.

The colors seem to be more vibrant as they push back the seasoning salt like snow but as you know the battle of the seasons has just begun and soon all the colors of Summer will disappear as though they were  on the run.









     It doesn't seem fair but the cycle of seasons always has the upper hand.

Fathers's Smile

Being a father makes life much easier.

It gives fathers a reason to do all the things that are difficult in life and smile at the end. 

Doctor in the Sky

Finally the sky is a December blue and it allows the sunshine to come through. Hopefully it will erase an early November snow that came through.The ice and snow that injured some trees has made them no longer stand erect  but now they are bent over sighing and praying that nature can undo the icy misfortune of last month. 

There is no quick remedy to heal the brittle branches that hang limp from the somber trees but as each day goes by the skeleton like branches start looking spry. 

There is New Life sprouting  on the bony limbs and as each day goes by they keep reaching higher into the sky. 

The trees no longer seem to be in pain and  there is an emergence of emerald like pellets on the branches that shimmer in the morning sun. The fragile brittle branches that seemed to have been withered away are now standing in attention and saluting the Doctor in the spring sky.

Quiet Wintry Day

One quiet wintry day with nothing to do, I sat by my patio window and tried to count the snow flakes that were zig zagging my way.

It may be crazy to think that I could get passed one for they are like the blessing we forget that come our way. 

We only see them one at a time and we forget that we can’t count them all, just like the snow flakes on a quiet wintry day.

Little Note

A special little note left behind for me to read on her way to work lifts my heart in a special way.

She needs to think of nobody but herself  but on this rainy cloudy winter day, she stops and takes a moment to write how lucky I am to have this ugly day.

It lifts my heart right away because sometimes you forget to enjoy what you get and only complain about what you have. 

So today is a very special day just because of a reminder note that was left for me by someone that I love

Now I am able to see that it is a great day to be content, so I cover myself with a heavy misty blanket that is lurking outside my winter window's day.

 I find that if I wrap myself tight it will give me enough warmth and comfort to wait for a brand new sunny day.

 Thanks to a little note I am filled with sunshine in my heart.

Four Keys one Heart

So little time to share in the pleasure of your children. They are special years that you must cherish because you cannot go back in time. The only way back is by the memories you accumulate and keep in a vault of your heart. 

Even though the time spent was a special glow, It seems you can only watch your children grow, but one day you find you are rewarded with a key that brings back all the memories that are locked in your heart. Sometimes the keys come one at a time and at times there are two identical keys that open all the memories that you loved in your life.
The same keys that unlocked the memories in your heart have opened other chambers that will store all the special moments in the remainder of your life. Now all the keys hang on the same chain and open my heart in the same way. 

The keys come with different names that only your children give. No matter how you hang the keys,  Isla, Morgan, Griffin and Max, they all open a special love in my heart. 

Now I realize the time that went so fast in the past, I must cherish each moment I spend with my grandchildren’s laugh.

Worry No More

Worry was created by 

                  the devil                 

To Steal 

   

The comfort 

that God has given us