Judy Saunders. Photo of a Rose.
Lo, how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung,
Of Jesse's lineage coming,
As folks of old have sung.
It came a flower bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half-spent was the night.
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Judy Saunders. Photo of a Rose.
Lo, how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung,
Of Jesse's lineage coming,
As folks of old have sung.
It came a flower bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half-spent was the night.
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This beautiful photo is by my cousin Judy Saunders. It's of a Danish designed lamp. Yes it is.
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Photo is from a hike we took this summer.
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“My” freight train (hah) is at the end of our block. The track is raised in this part of town so that it can cross our street on a bridge. Our street is one of only two ways to get into or out of Waukesha if a train is slow or stuck. When we hear a lot of car traffic, we know something is up.
This cartoon is from FB. I don't know who created it, but they definitely know from cats.
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Most of us, when we think about looking for light (if we think about it at all) sort of assume it means looking for light in nature. We consider sunrise and sunset, the way light makes it’s way over the earth.
But we humans also work and play with light. We arrange messages for each other when we parse down light and then put it back together.
The photo is Lake Michigan, taken by Mary Kay Friedel.
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Hah, I have two announcements.
1. I was surprised and happy that several of you responded to my Saturday Mindful Chicklens post. I didn’t really think many people were reading them, but you are! Cool!
The photo is from Paula V and the little boy is her grandson.
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So today is December 7th. Today is America’s and Roosevelt’s “day which will live in infamy.” Today is the 79th anniversary of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941.
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I received this (above) lovely photo from Susan W of an old-fashioned city lamp seen through trees at night.
It made me recall the pix Karen P sent of her son and daughter-in-law at their wedding a few years ago. They lit and sailed paper lanterns propelled by small candles which (hopefully) flickered out when they flew high enough.