Picture, Picture Tag

I saw this on In The Eyes Of The Beholder. Allena didn’t tag me, but it looked like so much fun I decided to pick it up and run with it. The idea is to search for images that answer the questions and then post them with the questions on your site and link back to me if you’d be so kind.

(1) Age at my next birthday


(2) Place to which I’d like to travel

It’s water polo season and my granddaughter swims for this team. Can’t miss that!


(3) Favorite food

It’s called pernil, or in English roast pork. Yum yum!


(4) Favorite place

Home! My office is behind those shutters.


(5) My nickname


(6) Favorite color


(7) College major


(8) Name of my love


(9) Hobby


(10) Bad habit


That was fun! Thanks for reading this far down the page.

I’ll tag:
Clara
Mikki
Lin
Jill
Justine
Ida
You — if you want to join the fun, please do.

If one of the questions bothers you, substitute another. Post images for answers and tag some friends. And most importantly, have fun doing it.

Thanks!

Supper’s On at Church

Kathy & Ken at their retirement party.


Wednesday evening services at our church used to be this way: The adults met in the church sanctuary for Prayer meeting. The young children met in the basement for their fun, crafts and lessons. The teens met at the parsonage. The three groups didn’t get together. That all changed when Kathy & Ken retired after careers in the US Postal Service. Ken had a rural route.

Kathy is a former Post Master, an organizer, leader of children’s ministries and very talented chalk artist. She’s also more than a little bit handy in the kitchen. Did I say she can organize?

Our church had just finished construction of our large fellowship hall. We held a retirement party for Kathy and Ken at the hall. Kathy wanted to start something new. Everyone agreed that it was a great idea. Many were willing to become a part of making it a reality.

Her idea has revolutionized Wednesday evenings for all of us. It works this way:
At 5 PM, Supper is ready. Kathy and her crew of volunteers have prepared it there in our commercial kitchen. It’s always tasty and nutritious. This week we had homemade pizza. Yum yum! Another time it could be meat loaf or scalloped potatoes and ham. There will be plenty of fresh fruit and veggies — even hot peppers for those of us who like such things. Garden salads are regular menu items. A variety of beverages are available. Don’t forget dessert. Leave a donation as you fill your plate. Thank you, that will cover the expenses.

You’ll probably see Carmen with her coat on and a large box in her hands. She heads for the door and her car. She’ll be back after she delivers some meals to our friends that aren’t able to get out to be with us.

Now find a seat at one of the many tables. If your friends aren’t already there, they soon will be.

For about an hour folk come in — some having just gotten out of work. We sit around the tables and the adults talk.

The children eat and are soon at play. In warm weather, they go out to the playground and enjoy the swings and slides and climb on the playscape under the watchful eye of an adult or two. This time of year they stay inside and soon the noise level increases.

One hears sounds of joy, squeals of delight, shouts of surprise, and once in a while, a yelp of pain. Someone has fallen. Mom, or another adult, comforts the fallen and makes sure they are okay. The play continues . . . Too soon it is time for the children to leave and go to the church basement for their special program. The teens head for the parsonage for their time together.

Already a crew of volunteers have been doing clean up of tables, chairs and floor. The kitchen crew is cleaning up their area. Other adults head to the conference room for Prayer Meeting and some stay behind for a Bible Study with our pastor.

We love to see visitors from the community come to visit us. They are welcome. So are you if you can make it.

Hungry? I am.

What It Is

On Tuesday, I posted this picture and asked the question, “What is it?” Thanks to all of you who posted your answers via comments.


Now you’re anxious to discover did you correctly identify the image. Zoom out, and you see that it is snow on the driveway.


I shot the photo from my office window last Saturday. I was looking eastward toward the barn as a winter storm was starting. The wind from the east caused the snow to gather in what looked like waves. It was very interesting, and looked almost like sea foam atop waves. By the next morning, their were knee-deep snow drifts between the house and barn.

Clara was declared the winner and was given the Tommy Toe Award on April 24.

For you fellow feline fanciers, that black hole, to the left of the people door, is the cat’s door.

Thanks again to all you who participated in “What is it?” Should I do it again?

Dahlia with Frost


This is the second day of the week. For that reason, I went to the second folder under photos and selected the second image. This is not a photo that I took.

It was last October. Our church was hosting its annual missionary conference. We were hosts to our featured speakers: Tom and Lydia Hines. Our church has supported them for several years, so they are not strangers to us.

Sylvia and I were honored to have them in our home as guests. Lydia arose early Saturday morning, and with camera in hand went out for a walk. She was walking past our formal gardens when she saw a dahlia with frost on it. She took the picture and was kind enough to share it with us. Isn’t it beautiful?

Tom and Lydia are in home ministry, and will be going to Ecuador soon. Vaya con dios amigos. God bless you friends.

January Thaw in February

Winter came early this time around,
The air too soon was frosty,
And I walked on frozen ground.

January brought no joy no thaw,
As winter clamped us in its vice,
But now it’s February and we stand in Awe.

The winter has eased its grip,
the snow and ice just melt away,
No gripes, I’ll just zip my lip.

The other day brought the first of blessed relief from the bitter cold. Unfortunately, the camera cannot handle the high contrast ratio. Reflections on the rivulets looked like sparkling diamonds. I’ll have to get a refraction grating for my camera. (If I can save some money.)


As I turned to take the mail back to the house, I heard the sound of my neighbor’s tractor. It was headed my way. Here came neighbor, Bob, and he was carrying hay.



So soon he passed with food for his cattle (aka: steak on the hoof). It’s a common sight to see this hard-working older fellow. A good man, and a fine neighbor.

How many days to spring?

Life on Bliss Road ~ A Tale of Two Houses

Do you like my new banner? I took that photo shortly after lunch on Wednesday (Feb 4). While standing at the end of our drive way, I tuned right (north), twisted the camera and took this shot:

Later, I used Paint Shop Pro to crop and resize the image. West-Michigan winter days that bring glorious sunshine and blue skies are going to be cold! And it was bitter cold. But the light was right. It was the perfect day for my photographic project. Except for the cold. Did I mention that it was bitter cold?

After taking the above shot, I turned and walked south along the road about an eighth of a mile (0.2 km) to the site of an abandoned house. It still stands (sort of) on the east side of the road. As you can see, it is falling apart. Every year, some more of it falls down. It’s very sad to see. Very sad to watch the process of deterioration.


According to a friend and neighborhood farmer, the fellow who used to live there had been known for the way he lived and the company he kept. Not the kind of guy you’d want your son to adopt as a role model.

Eventually his wife refused to live with him. (At least according to my friend.) She may have been a bit of a nag. The story is that he built a small house for her across the road from the farm house.


See how this one is falling into ruins as well. It is an unhappy story indeed. And if the story is true, these houses are in the winter of their existence. Perhaps one day spring will come and the old will be replaced with new homes. Dwellings for happy families. At least I hope it works out that way. Some day.

I took my pictures and started to return home. My right hand was freezing cold and was aching. I opened my coat and put my bare hand under an arm so that it could warm. I was glad to return to the warmth of our home.

Footnote: The farm land is still being used to produce food for our tables. Hats off to those who till the soil, plant the seed, harvest and deliver the crops.

6 by 6

I’ve been tagged by Ida at Losing Myself. To participate in this 6 by 6 meme. The directions are simple:
1. Go to your Picture Folder on your computer or where ever you store your pictures.
2. Go to the 6th folder, then pick the 6th picture in that folder.
3. Post that picture on your blog and the story that goes with the picture.
4. Tag 5 people you know (or don’t know) to do the same.
5. Leave a comment on their blog or an e-mail letting them know you chose them.

Here’s the winner from the memory card in my camera. The seed wreath came from my favorite daughter-in-law. (There’s only one, so I’m not slighting anyone — the this one is great!) The birdy treat went up and it quickly proved to be a chickadee magnet. Finches and woodpeckers soon followed. The seed wreath didn’t last long, but it was fun watching our feathered friends come for their fill of seeds and suet.
Now, consider yourself tagged. Please leave a comment here for me so that I can visit your blog and enjoy your photo too.