Wednesday, March 29, 2017

“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”

~ Robert Frost, Lodged

It feels like I’ve been working on stuff for simply ages. This morning, I’m going to put it all aside and see what fun I can have with my camera. It’s raining and gray outside, the light won’t be the best, but we’ll see what we can see anyway.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. Rain for the peas! Yay!

  2. I love the quote! And sometimes, on the darkest days, the camera can pick up something beautiful. I’ll bet you’ll find something and make it beautiful.

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