A child needs safety lessons.

 

The beauty of the recent rains were just a sweet refresher.

Spending many hours with the family has kept my days, hours and seconds rich with intimate moments.

Moments telling my son of my favorite psalm.

  

 

Letting him know that trusting and calling upon the name of the lord is based on the premise that 

WE love Him

Because WE have set our love upon God ...

  

Onion salt from ground dried onion and sea salt fixed a need that I could not remedy due to the absence of product. So I made our own.

  

Learning more and more about my sewing machine has opened my eye to the promise of a friendship with my sister.

  

Having her on the other end of the line to teach a few tricks of the machine.

I am working on a blouse for my Dove.

  

 

Today The gift of a thrasher's visit while on the Patio 

Making this as a gift for my Neurologist.

The exam room has a Navajo blanket on the wall and a print framed as well.

I have had this in mind as a gift of thanks for him and so finished the vision today.

Steve went to him this week to have help with the familiar hand shaking.

He is running lab work, an eye test to confirm no metal chips during those many early years in a trade. 

A MRI will be set for him next week.

Mean while he has a new Rx to try to help

  

In that exam room it is so difficult not to think about the seriousness of seeing a neurologist.

This God's Eye is hoped to help give a point of focus to those others who sit there amerced in the challenges faced. Perhaps it might help them to focus on the eyes of God upon them.

Now my Daughter and son desire more freedom.

After asking them many "what if" questions, we played tickel bug.

Then we watched some U Tube video's.

 

  

 Part one

 

Part two

Later Dash and I went to a nearby neighbors home.

Dove stayed alone at the house a few doors and a phone call away.

It was her first time at home alone.

She locked the security door.

I called her twice in our hour visit.

She let it ring through to the machine and then answered only when she heard me.

A little testing of the methods.

Mean while the mother and I spoke of Fung shui and enjoyed a visit.

We shared minds and hearts, some similar trials of humanity.

The boys played very well together.

She has the exact floor plan of my home and set facing the compass in another orientation.

So fascinating to see the house decorated another way.

So many many tasks are behind in attention.

Her home so pretty and decor so nice.
I so miss the house in it's former glory, before we were set to sell it.

It is now as if I am a newly married. 

It is so hard to replace the charm.