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August 24, 2011
61) Listening to a new Sherri Underwood CD. Great worship.
62) The sound of a guitar
63) The wind today
64) Re-blooming roses. The smell!
65) The clouds today. Whispy lovely clouds.
66) A monarch flying by
67) The colors of tall phlox
68) Kids playing happily on the lawn
69) The changing angle of the light in the kitchen- fall coming!
70) The wonder of airplanes.

August 16, 2011

51) flapping butterfly wings
52) large fields to walk in
53) mist in the morning
54) Nathan's face
55) Elizabeth's hair
56) growing lemon seeds
57) growing baby chicks
58) the rising sun
59) butterfly chrysalis;the gold wrapped around the top
60) making bows for elizabeth's hair
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The butterfly hatched yesterday 8/16/2011
Butterfly birthday party planned for tomorrow when our other hatches
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Lemon plant sprouts from our fresh squeezed lemonaide!
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Our chicks hatched last month. Bantam cochins. So pleased with these guys!
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A chrysalis that should hatch in a few days. Look at those gold beads! What an awesome design by our Creator.

Comments

  1. Love the shot through the glass bowl - how creative! thank you so much for posting - i find it very encouraging!

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