As a Christian I don’t really celebrate Halloween. But I love the idea of children aspiring to be their favorite character and enjoying a fun time with Mom and Dad and friends.
And because I love pumpkin desserts, soups, and roasted seeds, photography, nature and this time of year, I played with a few of my photographs and came up with the one above.
The word BoO reminds me of the times my sister and I would scare one another when we were children. Remember those days? It didn’t have to be Halloween to make creepy sHaDoWs on the bedroom wall or tell sPoOkY stories beneath the bed covers with a flashlight that turned faces outrageously creepy.
The pumpkins bring back memories of all the years I grew and preserved my own pumpkin pie filling. They were the best my family ever ate.
There was a time in my life when I would have never entered a dark landscape to turn off a forgotten nozzle or retrieve a newspaper, let along take an evening stroll. But I have learned the only fear is what I imagine in my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I would not walk or encourage anyone to be out at night alone. I’m going to express that idea like it is–stupid!
But here at home–with a dog in tow behind a very private gated road–when the sky is kindled with a full moon and an abundance of stars, and the birds are softly chirping in the oak trees, being close to nature comforts me and makes me grateful for life and the beauty of nightfall.
Be safe and enjoy the night with family and friends.
A month has passed since I “braved the journey” and wrote the last sequel chapter. For nearly a year, the characters developed within me like a new-born child. We were inseparable, day and night. Although there is always a sense of sadness when the story ends, my characters and I remain united for the work ahead.
Once I completed the first draft, phase two (the editing process) began. I ignored most of my responsibilities, including the fresh bouquet sitting on my desk. As I edited, yellow roses, sunflowers, lilies, and flower varieties I don’t recognize faded away, along with useless words in the manuscript.
My desk is littered with dehydrated petals and sprinklings of stamen the color of paprika. The manuscript is the opposite: less cluttered, cleaner with developments that will keep readers wondering what is going to occur next.
I am now entering phase three, critiques, and as it happened with Ashley’s Gift, God brought two ladies into my life, an editor and an aspiring author. We meet monthly to offer positive feedback of one another’s work. I am excited about this union, to give back and to grow as a beta reader, a critique partner, and writer. I am also eager to place a fresh bouquet on my desk; watch the buds bloom to completion along with the sequel to Ashley’s Gift.
How has God united you with the right people at the right time in your career and/or life. Please share to encourage others.
It’s May Day, and my beds are filled with volunteer blooms. I should have been upset when Ralphie wandered into the front flowerbed . . . he has always gone around it . . . but he’s just too cute for me to get mad.
I feel fortunate that Ralphie is not fond of digging or spraying plants. If he were, I would be writing a different post.
What do your pets do that you tolerate out of love?
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HAPPY MAY DAY!
Iron Man (hubby), and two workers did a wonderful job cutting, splitting, and stacking logs from the recent tree demolition in our backyard. This is just one of several challenging tasks we face this spring. But, after the clean-up is complete, I think I’m going to insist that Iron Man take a break. He deserves it!
This year, spring has arrived early and I am excited. Lush fields, gardens, and flowers have once again ignited my passion to capture nature’s beauty through photography. It is a good feeling, medicine to my soul.
I love to share what I see through my little Sony lens, to spread “feel-good” moments. But like many of you, I have limited time to pursue my passion. Obstacles are always present. I am learning, though, to seize small opportunities. Fifteen to thirty minutes, even five minutes heightens my spirit. I hope you take time for whatever bliss makes you happy.
Here are two of my favorite images taken while seizing a twenty-minute opportunity.
I would love to hear what you are passionate about and how you find time to enjoy it.