
If I was in doubt that…


Though snow has been predicted for the first weekend of May, for the most part it feels like Spring has arrived. I caught this robin enjoying the sun as I arrived home from a morning walk…

Walks sometimes take me north to a conference center where the grounds are open to the public. That’s where I had the pleasure of being serenaded by this mocking bird. He was proficient in many languages!

Back at home, our garden has also been a busy place where blue jays and the chipmunks, roused from their winter slumber, can still find a peanut or two. This white-capped sparrow was feeling a little ‘hoppy’ this particular day when temps finally climbed into the high 60s.



April walks seemed awash in yellow.



…the perfect color to lend a sunny backdrop to new life in its various stages.


We added a shade garden last fall and the new sprouts and blooms are coming along with raindrop reflections, an added delight.




I invited myself to a friend’s garden, waiting for the tulips to be perfectly in bloom. I wasn’t disappointed.



and my neighbor’s Magnolia tree begged me to ask permission to take photos of it…which I did. How can I say no to a Magnolia tree?


The signs were evident everyday that the summer season would be here soon. These barges are seen frequently on the lake at this time of year. This particular day one was getting a raft perfectly placed for days to come of some summer fun.

Here a dinghy appears, the next day to be replaced by a sailboat. And boats were added to the moorings at the yacht club daily…



This was a ‘small-world’ moment seeing this sign on a truck all the way from our former ‘backyard’, as I walked along the lake road one morning. I chatted briefly with one of the workers, a young man who graduated from Glens Falls High.

Sewing projects kept me busy and included sewing some pillow shams, leaving very little leftovers, but enough to cover some buttons. The button cover kit was an oldie – probably from the 1960s or 70s. Too many pillows? Nah! I also took out a cheaply made wooden panel insert from my $5.00 garage-sale cupboard and made a curtain for it, and the little chair finally got a chair seat – woven from a few yards of homespun I had leftover from a quilt project.
Here’s the link I used to help me through the process…https://pin.it/4FsEXgp



I tried my hand at making some fabric moths for something different, but gave up on trying to make wire feet for my crows, instead opting for my hot-glue gun. The spools were two that I recently emptied and the sphagnum moss was a handy leftover from a previous project. I may give them some scarves to wear at some point, or a bell on a ribbon. They need SOMETHING to crow about!


Later this month, whilst at the lake to watch the moon rise, I came across what we have determined to be turkey feathers. After asking the landowners if I could have them, I brought one wing home, plucked the feathers and let them soak in our bathroom sink. I wore rubber gloves throughout the whole process, and bleached the sink when I was done. Have you ever dried turkey feathers with a hair dryer? Well, now I can say I have. And funny thing, they smelled like turkey! My idea is to make a display for them, and came up with something that may work. I have some tweaking to do, but I was generally happy with the overall idea.
My creation is holding a flower now, but one like this fabric ‘wall pocket’ may be holding turkey feathers in the future.

The night I found the turkey feathers was the night we were to witness a super moon in pink. Maybe orange is the new pink, but, in this photo the pink moon looks like an orange moon. I can see improvements in my photography skills, but the moments at the lake were far more satisfying. They always are… I love that spot.

On the home front, during the time we’ve waited to hear back from house painters with their estimates, we’ve been dealing with this red squirrel who likes to steal the stuffing from our settie for its nest. GRRRR!!! We caught it once (along with a gray squirrel) but ‘little red’ escaped. Since then we improved the trap’s capabilities, but haven’t yet been successful. Plans are to relocate it at the Ontario County Park – several miles away. We have had a few laughs about the whole situation but laughed most about what might have happened if the squirrel escaped the trap while in the car enroute to its new home…😬


Our 3.5 YO grand had a couple of firsts this month…he learned to ride a pedal bike and he had his first visit to a dentist. The highlight from his visit to the dentist was the fish tank in the office. I’ll apologize for the blurry photo on the bike. It was taken from the video we received of the momentous occasion. He laughed with excitement and glee after he realized his papa had let go of the bicycle. I wish you all could hear him! Life feels so normal when you hear a child laugh.


And Lou the puppy is doing well. Mama took this photo while ‘teething-Lou’ chewed on a carrot. These two are becoming fast friends!

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but May 1st is nearly upon us, which means that this will be my last Facebook post. If you’d like to stay in touch you can sign up to follow me. Here’s a screen shot of what you’ll need to do if you’d like to receive an email each time I post a blog. The other option is to bookmark my WordPress site. I think that may work as well.

Whatever you decide to do….

We are Forever Friends.
You are loved!
Denise
I’d like to think this buzzard’s curiosity was the impetus for it to take a closer-than-usual look at me, but the Mr. posed that maybe it was thinking I was walking a bit too slowly…


Whether it’s taking in the sights and sounds of a vibrantly ‘twitter-pating’ bird population or the scenes like this, I always leave the grounds of this nearby conference center in a reflective mood. Today, I brought it home with me…
“I need not go to distant lands
To find my soul’s relief;
I only need to see the cross
To resurrect my peace;
Where Jesus shed His blood for me
To recompense my sin,
What joy to know my destiny
Is found alone in Him.”
DDC 2021
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You are loved!
“He only is my rock and my salvation,
My stronghold; I shall not be shaken.
On God my salvation and my glory rest;
The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.”
Psalm 62:6-7
After a winter of what seemed like endless gray mornings, mid-March began like this. I have to admit, I was struggling to feel any passion for anything, photography, quilting, writing, but I kept busy, and I kept praying, and God, in His faithfulness, kept answering, supplying all the strength I needed to love the life He so generously gave me, day by day.

It almost seemed like an explosion of bird life that returned to the lake…








And flowers began to bloom…






Do you see it?

We are subscribed to several photographer’s YouTube channels, one of which offers a photography challenge each month. Here are some of the photos from which I chose one to submit…








The natural things of life were sad but of great curiosity to me…



My sewing room was (and still is) a hub of activity. It felt good to continue to edit and finish up some unfinished projects.





I also did some sewing for our grandson…



And to end on a high note, we visited family this past week to help celebrate the grand opening of an entrepreneurial endeavor involving fire-wood. The plans are that this will be a fun activity papa and son will be able to work on together. The new golden-doodle puppy “Lou” and this little guy holding the butterfly balloon were pretty excited. I think the bow tie says it all.

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Peanuts have become a staple in our house. Not for us to eat, but to feed the blue jays that visit us each morning. My goal is to be able to hand feed them, but all efforts have been, to this date, unsuccessful.
That said, it’s a thrill for me to be recognized as I walk up our driveway some days, returning from the hour or so I spend on the road each morning, taking photos, enjoying the views and fresh air, and maintaining my hip mobility for future good health.
Such was the case yesterday morning, when finishing up my leisurely walk. Still three houses from our driveway I heard the sound of a jay. I knew I had been recognized because from tree to tree it flew following me up the last part of the lake road to my driveway and then to my house. Of course, I had to stop and take photos.
When I returned home, rewards were waiting…in the form of peanuts for the jays, and smiles for me.
It ain’t just about peanuts, you know.



Not being a fan of any kind of shopping (add to it the urgency of returning home to a husband who had knee surgery less than 24 hours previous and the need to armor-up mentally for possible Covid exposure), I stepped into the grocery store. Not far into my first stop – the far end of the produce section – it was quiet. It was peaceful. It was colorful. It was FRAGRANT.
How grateful I was to God for this moment and as I took each photo, I worshipped. Better than any prescription’s remedy could provide – so ordered by the Great Physician and waiting for me. This was just what my soul needed.
And the shopping? Underneath my Covid mask, I smiled…







Adjacent to the hospital where my husband underwent surgery on his knee is a small park which features a man-made pond with a small stream running through it. This is where several varieties of ducks and other water fowl call home year round, including a pair of swans, who I made my muses as they quietly stood on the edge of the pond immersed in preening themselves.
It was, however, not a quiet pond. Ducks flying in, with their webbed feet poised to glide onto the water as they landed, stirred up a raucous. Male mallards chased female mallards and female mallards put up a fuss when another duck invaded their territory. Throughout the scene, the swans quietly preened. Once in a while one would stretch its long neck, raise its head, and make what sounded to me like a calm comment on the noisy activities – not that it had an effect on the goings-ons on the other side of the pond.
After a few photos of the ducks, I lost interest in them and decided to walk through a foot of fresh snow to where I could maybe get some photos of the swans. It was nearly 1 PM when I began taking photos of them. With the gray stone retaining wall behind them, their bodies were nearly all in shadow. This is my favorite kind of lighting. The deep shadow created a dramatic backdrop and in that moment, as the swan looked up from its feathery beauty, I realized its focus was no longer on the ducks, but on me. Now, I don’t know what you do when a swan looks your way, but I take photos…so I did!
has a sense of humor…(yes, the one ‘out-standing in its field’ is real…I checked)…

