Random Joy Bombs n Gratitudes

Stopping to document a few moments and give thanks.  

I'm thankful for Beautiful ordinary days--  

Days making this  farmhouse a home... 

Finding the sweet amid muck and mud and rain and storm. 

Pulling weeds easily in saturated earth... 

Sweating in the greenhouse... 

.... gulping lots of cold ice water

.... my garden straw hat with it's little tie under my chin

Flora Jane and Spirit's new friendship

Discovering a dragonfly in a spiderweb and freeing her...

watching her fly away..... 

So many roses.... both wild and planted with these two thin skinned hands.

For laundry day which is really every day....

and a new porch table to use for folding.... 

Meeting strangers ... becoming new friends.

Bouquets to savor....

Peonies for my Mama's grave

the biggest fluffy pink bloomers that have ever grown here.  

and roses galore....

Our grand daughter who says: 

Guess what?

CHICKEN BUTT

AND now having a photo to just 

back that right up.  

Storms that rolled in and back out  

Beautiful crazy clouds....

marveling and feeling a smidge of 

the bigness and awesomeness of God

how she favors him... 

and manages to get her big body on the couch beside him

for Rosie's smile and how she likes to 

ride with me.

(that smile tho)

my cheerios with hearts

how game he is to go get lost with me

even after almost forty years

Drivin with the top off... 

crankin up the tunes....

stopping to take photos of flowers and 

mountain tops...

ending Mother's day Jeeping creek beds... and finding hearts.

-together-

lilies from my Trento

bible study on the porch

when he said they were the best he ever had...

and that look on his face I want to remember always

for the gift  of having a Papa Don who once loved us all like his own

sweet memories we cherish and hold onto til we see them again

reading the boys memories of all the Tony's pizzas they kept in the freezer for them...

all the games of dominoes... 

how he used to call his eggs cackleberries and laugh like a schoolboy

when exasperated he cursed a : horsefeathers! 

how he teared up when he talked about the Holy Spirit and 

read the Word every single day.  

how he took care of Mama when she was sick with cancer

and his sweet voice singing hymns in church... 

his big heart... for all people 

for this wild rosebush and the mockingbird nest inside

... joy and love found here on this little farm

family

friends

and good health...

I sign off with a scripture picture of what I found inside that rose bush. 

As always feel free to use and share the scripture pictures you find here.

All the earth worships You and sings praises to You; 

They sing praises to Your name.

Selah.

Psalm 64:4

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Thanks for visiting the shed.

Until we meet again,

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