A Day At Grandma’s

In response to Dutch Goes The Photo’s Photo Challenge – this is a collection of photos I took last Tuesday at my grandma’s.

You know I had to get more shots of the dead tree and the live tree next to it. ๐Ÿ˜„ For some reason, they fascinate me.

And I found some dandelion seed pods and some clover.

At this point, my mom hit a limb with the riding lawn mower, which knocked the belt off. She asked me to see if I could get it back on, and I did – eventually. Of course, I took the camera off my neck for that, and she got this photo. Thanks, mom! ๐Ÿ˜‚

And then I found some flowers! I really like the purple one with the seed pods around it. (I admit it – I staged that one. ๐Ÿ˜„ The pods weren’t originally that close but I pulled them over into the shot.)ย  And those yellow ones were everywhere! It was such a beautiful day. ๐Ÿ™‚

Spread The Gospel

It’s week nineteen of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. ๐Ÿ™‚ If you’d like to join in, just click the link! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Photo By William Stitt

Iโ€™m waiting for the crowds,
The goal was to evangelize;
Spread the Gospel aloud,
But only to quickly realizeโ€ฆ

Iโ€™m afraid; I cannot speak
What am I supposed to say and do?
Itโ€™ll come out like a squeak.
Looks like my attempt is throughโ€ฆ

The streets are filled, but I’m ignored,
Terrified; I canโ€™t do this alone!
What do I do, My Lord, I implore!
โ€œChild, you arenโ€™t on your ownโ€ฆโ€

Once I sat on the bench, dejected;
Now Iโ€™m no longer filled with fear!
I declare His Word โ€“ but theyโ€™re rejected,
Pearls before swine โ€“ I move on from here.

Prodigal Daughter

I realize that I am late with this response to week eighteen of 100 word Wednesday, but I wanted to share it anyway. ๐Ÿ™‚ If anyone would like to participate in the challenge, BikurGirl should be posting the prompt for week nineteen soon! ๐Ÿ˜€

Image Credit: Felix Russel-Saw

Her arms were riddled in vibrant tattoos;
She was told not to but did it anyway.
Rebellious child; no one told her what to do!
So she made a rash decision to run away.

Loneliness quickly found her in these desolate places,
Missing the comforts of home: food, water, family,
Friends, a hot bath โ€“ all that was here were open spaces.
She desired freedom, but this was not it; she

Found clarity in a field of dried grass. She realized
What a blessed life she had willingly left.
Like a prodigal daughter, she became wise โ€“
And ran back to her home, asking for forgiveness.

Looking Up Into The Sky

Even though I am too late to participate in the photo challenge, I still want to share these shots with you all. ๐Ÿ™‚ I love getting sky shots:

I took this at my grandma’s this spring.

Then I took a stroll around my grandma’s small lake and captured this. I love those puffy clouds.

This was taken in our driveway. The sun hid behind this cloud, lighting it up! So pretty.

While walking in our driveway at a different time, I looked up and saw this beautiful sight. I call this image, “Cloudy with a Chance of Airplane Trails.” ๐Ÿ˜„


And here are a few images that have been posted before that would have fit in with the challenge:

If this looks familiar, you may remember this one from the previous post, Mission Completed. This is a view from the back of our property toward the property behind us who, sadly, cleared out the majority of their trees. I love how the sun lit up that one cloud like that, right before a thunderstorm hit. ๐Ÿ™‚


This was taken when I was visiting my grandma last summer. ๐Ÿ™‚ You may remember the image from Feel No Shame, but this is the original, unedited version.

You might remember this one from Special Remedy. This one was taken this year. This is actually the road I live on, but you won’t get any personal info from this shot. ๐Ÿ˜‰ (And yes, that is a gravel road. ๐Ÿ˜„ )

Far Away From The Skyscrapers

It’s week seventeen of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. ๐Ÿ™‚ If you want to join in, just click the link! ๐Ÿ˜‰

This time I hit 100 words exactly! ๐Ÿ˜€

Image Credit: Scott Webb

There are things we may not agree on โ€“
I’m not much of a city girl; all the trucks and cars,
Buildings reaching for the sky, noise and neon –
Light pollution preventing me from even seeing the stars!

I get lost easily in the large crowds;
There are way too many people rushing past me.
Go with the flow, like raindrops in clouds,
No, I go my own way or disoriented I’ll be.

Show me a place where the buildings taper,
Where trees show off their grandeur.
Away, far away from the skyscrapers,
See all of Godโ€™s creations in its splendor!

Reflecting Reds

It’s week sixty-six of Three Line Tales, and here is the photo and my response. ๐Ÿ™‚ If you want to join in, just click the link! ๐Ÿ˜‰

photo by Adi Ulici via Unsplash

I’m on the side of the road with a flat tire; I was told that the tow truck would come soon, the liar.

I look up and see gray clouds roll past; I am in awe of reflecting reds that will not last.

As blue changes to crimson in the sky; darkness is imminent as the sun says goodbye.

Distant Coasts

This is week sixteen of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. ๐Ÿ™‚ If you’d like to join in, just click the link! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Just made it before the deadline this week. **whew** ๐Ÿ˜„

I am on a boat, floating in the bay,
I look asunder to see a well-known quay,
โ€œWelcome Home!โ€ but Iโ€™m not here to stay.
This is not my home anymore.

Home is that place when you depart,
You miss and wish with all the heart,
To return; but I am bitter and tart.
I push away from the familiar shore.

Some call this home and that is fine,
It is just not for me, it is not mine,
For distant coasts and adventures, I pine.
I stretch the sails and on the oceans, I soar!