Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Dear Marion, a special lady...
Dear Marion, our friend, passed away Sunday, Sept. 13th, to be with her Lord and Saviour. We will miss her very much! For more pictures, go here!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Milkshake time......not!
Monday, March 30, 2009
Cedar waxwing spa weekend!
This pole has now been replaced by a new one. But this is the pole that Dan's car hit last month. He was hit by an SUV and then slammed into the pole, knocking it down, but he was not hurt much at all, just a few bruises. We are very thankful to God for His care.

Soon it will be really spring...got a foot of snow left to go on the lawn yet!
Lake is still frozen solid. Trucks and fisherman were still out on the lake. We saw chickadees and cedar waxwings at the cottage. The waxwings were taking baths in the melted snow on the top tire on the hill! This is last year's picture but it shows the tire where the birds were bathing, right where Kaitlyn is standing. It was fun to see the birds at their little "spa"! I suppose the water was warmed up a little by the sun and the black tire!

Have a happy day!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
My times are in Thy Hand....
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Little orphan an........angel!
This little goat's name is Angel. He was an unwanted little goat- rejected by his mother. So these kind folk brought him in to stay with a kinder goat in the makeshift barn in the garage when it was sooooo cold here, and brought him in to the kitchen to be bottle fed. He is sooooo cute! And affectionate! Such fun! As much fun as a tea party!!!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
For Janice:

From every stormy wind that blows,
There is a calm, a sweet retreat;
'Tis found before the mercy-seat.
There is a place where mercy sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all beside more sweet:
It is the heavenly mercy-seat.
There is a spot where souls unite,
And saint meets saint in heavenly light;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Before the common mercy-seat.
Ah, whither could we flee for aid
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?
Thither by faith we'd upward soar,
Let time and sense seem all no more;
For freely God our souls can greet
Where glory crowns the mercy-seat.
#246 by H.Stowell
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Pokin'....
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