PEACE. QUIET. BEAUTY. SERENITY. It is always good to find such things, and Nature often provides them. Most summer days I take a country walk, and this is a favorite haunt—a prairie meadow filled with Bee Balm and Black-Eyed Susans, Bumblebees, and Monarchs, edged with old Burr Oaks.
WE ARE UNABLE TO BE IN OUR LITTLE CABIN ON FAWN ISLAND with son and daughter-in-law and the grandchildren this week, due to what our little grandson sweetly and heartbreakingly calls, “Covid-Time.” But Daughter-in-Law Kat sends this gorgeous sunset picture from the dock. I have taken, and shared, many photos from the Fawn Island dock, but have never caught colors
AN ICONIC NORTH WOODS SCENE ON AN ICONIC North Woods day. Dazzling gulls swoop through a blue sky on a southwest breeze.
Over the past few months, many wonderful readings have been done, by others, from my ‘Old Turtle’ series. So I have waited a while to post this one.
THIS MORNING WE ONCE AGAIN FIND OURSELVES BACK IN THE WARM, SULTRY CONFINES OF THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES. Yesterday we took our face masks and hand sanitizer and Kathy’s 45 miles per gallon hybrid and traveled to a sister church, the Cathedral of the Really Big Pines—Itasca Park.
SOMETIMES LIFE PRESENTS US WITH WONDERFUL AND UNEXPECTED SURPRISES. A couple of years ago I received a heartfelt email from a nice lady in Camarillo, California, who said she owned a small, independent bookstore called Mrs. Figs’ Bookworm.
AT THE CHURCH OF THE ISLAND, HARD ON THE CANADIAN BORDER, crows and ravens serve as alarm clocks and alert the congregation to the rising of the sun. It continues its journey, having already ascended over Fire Island and Montawk Point; over Manhattan and Niagara and Sault Sainte Marie; over Georgian Bay and Grand Portage, Pigeon Falls, Gunflint and Saganaga,
AT THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES IT IS A BEAUTIFUL MORNING. But we are not there to see it as we are attending services at the Church O’ The Lake.
HERE AT THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES, it is a beautiful morning. We have mentioned frequently over the last few months the progress of our Eagle Family,
HERE AT THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES by the 2400 mile long Church Pond, it is Father’s Day, and many of our members are celebrating. Quietly, of course. (Ours is a humble and modest congregation).