Thursday, September 30, 2010

Fun on Sunday

So your all wondering..."What did they do on Sunday????" We went caving...and to top it off we had a campfire afterwards. I had so much fun...friends, sliding/walking around in a muddy cave, beautiful country, glorious creeks, campfire...and laughter. What more could you ask for on a Sunday afternoon?!? I'll let the pictures [and captions] tell you the story.
Soooo..we're gonna go on this 'venture...and we find out it's supposed to rain! (It is NOT a good idea to go caving in the rain.) It, thankfully, did not rain. :)
ahh...did I already say Beautiful?!!
I was going to use this for my Macro Friday picture...but...I couldn't wait. :)
Before we entered the Cave

"Boys, wait for us. We don't want to lose you."
My sis and I
After we left the cave #1 (we went to two caves) We had so much fun sliding in that mudy cave!

My sister:
"I finally found the house of my dreams, and it's something I can afford!"
It was truely a beautiful place, I would live there if I could.
Definatly one of my favorite portraits I've taken.
Art ~ It's all around you.
Oh, wait, we're standing on land. :)
My wonderful sister poses for me again.
How in the world did they get down there...well, they're boys and boys find there way down/up everything!
(Us ladies found our way down too, just a simpler way)
"Anybody need to visit Mrs. Murphy?"
Windy, narrow roads..that's Kentucky for ya!

This is at cave #2 'Buckcreek Cave'
Caving 101
Well, that's all for now.
'Till next time.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

The People with the Roses

The People with the Roses

     John Blanchard stood p from the bench, straightened his army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through the Grand Station. He looked for the girl whose hear he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose.
     His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking the book off the shelf he found himself intrigued , not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell.
     With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wore her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shopped overseas for service in World War 2. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding.
     Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.
     When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting---7:00 p.m. at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel."
     So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but face he'd never seen.
     I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened.

                  A young woman was coming toward me, her figure was long and slim. Her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and her pale green suit she was wearing was like a springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way sailor?" she murmured.
Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Holly Maynell.
She was standing almost direction behind the girl. A woman well past forty, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-healed shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking away quickly. I felt as though i was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deeply was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned and upheld my own.
                 And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. 
             I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out my book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"
The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son." she answered, "but the lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said is was some kind of test!"

It is not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom.

By: Max Lucado

I have been reading a book of unique love stories called, "A Match Made in Heaven." I love this story and wanted to share it with y'all. :)

John 8:12

When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."

John 8:12

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Of Kittens and Sisters

Dear faithful blog readers,
Here are the kittens I promised you. I had to add some "Sisters" pictures too. As I don't think they'd ever get posted if I didn't do it now. :) I have had a wonderful day of school and house-cleaning. I'm sure most of you have had the same. :) I don't have much time on the cumputer, so I'll let you take a look at the pictures now.
I believe this is my favorite picture...and my favorite kitten!
The eyes, that's what makes this picture even worth showing. If he had been looking at the camera, it jsut wouldn't be the same.
This gives you a sense of a wild cat coming out of a Jungle to creep apon something...


Picture taken at the park.
Why does this kind of picture always remind me of Anne of Green Gables?!
Signing off,

Monday, September 20, 2010

Cupcake Pincushion...

My friend made this aweome Crocheted Cupcake Pincushion...and I had to take pictures of it! If you crochet and would like to make one. Go to Crochet Like Crazy.

I think this last one is my favorite...what about you?
P.S. Can you belive I posted 2 times today?!

Happy Monday

Ashley Jean

This is the first week for Happy Monday. Click on the button above to link up!
This week's theme is "anything" so I chose this picture...

Friday, September 17, 2010

Macro Friday!

Yes, another picture of a kitten! I have some more that I will [hopefully] get posted this weekend. :)

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Lovely Photo Wednesday

Our neighbor's cat had kitten a month ago, and I never got around to taking pictures of them till yesterday. I have been editing them, but I thought I'd give you a "sneak peak" of the next post for Lovely Photo Wednesday!

Monday, September 13, 2010

Sisters, Music, and more Tips!

On Sunday my little sister made a guitar! Of course I had to take her picture!
Do you like this one...
...or this one better??
Do you like this macro...
I had to throw these in somewhere too....

....or this macro better???

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Gentleness ~ Quote

O Lord and King, grant me to see my won falts and not to condemn my brother.
~Saint Ephrim the Syrian~

Friday, September 10, 2010


Last Sunday I was at a friends house. It was a perfect afternoon for a walk. So we went on a walk. On our walk I passed the sorghum field....and took some pictures of the sorghum plants. Sorghum makes a sweetener kind of like molasses. Which is your favorite?

This is what it looks like where I live.