~~Mosaic/Macro Monday~~

This Gerber Daisy is no quitter. This plant is already lived two summer and Ron has already started preparing to give her and her sisters another winter of tender loving care. Until the care begins, she is still bursting forth in grand color.



Just as "Daisy" is not giving up the ghost of summer and fall, I too am having difficulty giving up the memories of this wonderful year!  I can only say how grateful I am for the privilege of experiencing the glory of God.

~~~^j^~~~

And so as part of the

Month of Thanksgiving

I say,
Thanks be to God!

I'd ask you to join Tamara at Branch of Wisdom offer what you are grateful for in these Days before Thanksgiving.  From October 24, 2010 to November 24, 2010 we are asked to share in this  journey of Thanksgiving.   Please stop by her blog and read more about the specifics. I'm sure there are no time constraints so you are welcome to begin whenever you can.

Visit Mary at The Little Red House and share in the beauty offered there.   Lisa at  Macro Monday  also has much to offer.  The pictures are grand.

I would also like to remind you that Wednesday is Adventure Tour Express.  Be thinking about the adventure you would like to share on our journey together!

A Month of Thanksgiving

Tamara at Branch of Wisdom is offering us the opportunity to by daily giving thanks for the gift givin us by God.  So from today October 24, 2010 to November 24, 2010 we are asked to share in this  journey of Thanksgiving.   Please stop by her blog and read more about the specifics.

Today I would like to offer my thanks for the opportunities I have had to share the talents God has given me  and and allowing me assist in whatever way I can.

We are not called upon to do all the good possible, but only that which we can do.

~Saint Mother Theodore Guerin~

~~~^j^~~~

Thanks be to God!

~Adventure Tour Express~

“A man practices the art of adventure when he breaks the chain of routine and renews his life through reading new books, traveling to new places, making new friends, taking up new hobbies and adopting new viewpoints” ~Wilfred Peterson

Cripple Creek, Colorado, 1973

In 1890 a cowboy named Bob Womack discovered gold in Cripple Creek.  It was gold fever that put Cripple Creek on the map.  A town sprang up with assay offices were everywhere.  In 1896 because timber was used to build there two fires destroyed the town.  Those buildings were replaced by brick and masonry after that.  

It was reported that in the first year $250.000.00 was taken from the mines and by the end of the gold rush a reported $432 million had been produced by the mines.  (Pikes Peak Country Attraction Association)

For the Kellers in 1973,  there came the opportunity to purchase an acre of land in Cripple Creek.  Ron had been on temporary duty to Ft. Carson, in Colorado Springs and we would spend hours in the mountains, often spending an afternoon in Cripple Creek.  We were young and full of zeal for a home in the Rockies.  So we purchased an acre of land there.  

But Providence had other plans.   You see Ron was just being discharged from the Army and though he had a job in San Francisco, we had hopes of returning home.  We also didn't calculate the cost of that heavenly acre and the standard of living in The City By the Bay.  So less than a year after we purchased it we were able to sell if for just what we paid for it.  We  considered ourselves most fortunate.   I learned a long time ago, in this journey we take here, that even through the tears God's plan will prevail.  And it's a GOOD plan.  For though we have no land in Colorado we have a legacy provided that is of greater value.

View from Keller's  Acre
August 4, 1973

No, it's not snow.  It's hail.

 

That afternoon before we could get out and visit 

shops and the museum we had to wait for the 

hail to stop.  Every afternoon we could count

on a thunder storm.

Wishing all who visit here today a grand adventure!!

~~~^j^~~~

Thanks be to God!

~~Mosaic/Macro Monday~~

I found today in the garden a beauty that is spring. The petunias are at their pinkest and the roses are most delicate. Mums mingled with the rose brings meaning to the word community. The African Daisy and the little oak sprouts are so vibrant. You'd never know it was fall, but for the changing of the trees.  And the moon last night certainly gave no hint of the season to come.  Hanging on to the beauty of the moment for as long as I can.

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The other day I took a walk and try as I might I could not find a single, whole acorn.  Now I'm sure there must have been some out there but I couldn't find one.  I know the squirrels gather them but the ones I found were caps and nuts so who will gather them.  Perhaps they just broke apart when they fell from the tree.

This morning though after church, Ron found this little fella.  I think he is handsome.  He carries himself with dignity and grace.  He doesn't seem to flaunt his color.  He doesn't seem to know how happy he has made some one. 

The lonely acorn

Master of his own destiny

Will be a  grand tree

~~~^j^~~~
Thanks be to God!!


Visit Mary at The Little Red House and share in the beauty offered there.   Lisa at  Macro Monday  also has much to offer.  The pictures are grand.

I would also like to remind you that Wednesday is Adventure Tour Express.  Be thinking about the adventure you would like to share on our journey together!

Letting go...

Relinquishing the Unused-

but–though-necessary!

This weekend is a good weekend to part with things unused and find it's never too late to learn a new lesson.

Visit Provident God to see what I have learned.  Wishing all well!

~~~^j^~~~

Thanks be to God!

Stop by Leadkindlylight and the poem she offers by Patrick Brennan on Grace.