Today I was talking with a friend .... a friend who has never been to California.
She asked for pictures.
And so today I grabbed my camera, hopped on my bike, and took a familiar ride up the canyon.
Because of my friend...who wanted some pictures,
I took some time,
just to listen and see in my own backyard...
I took some time,
just to listen and see in my own backyard...
Poppies.... How I love the Bright California Poppies
Crisp Blue skies
Fluffy White Clouds
Green Velvety Hillsides
A Red-Tailed Hawk circling above me
The Sound of Springtime Song
Belly Flowers
My mom calls them belly flowers,
the teeny-tiny bursts of color that grow so close to the ground that you need to get on your tummy to see them.
A reminder for me, that even on "those" days when we feel
lower-than-a-snakes-belly-in-a-wagon-rut ....
even there, so close to the ground, God places beauty.
Thank you, Sandy.
What a gorgeous day He painted.
My mom calls them belly flowers,
the teeny-tiny bursts of color that grow so close to the ground that you need to get on your tummy to see them.
A reminder for me, that even on "those" days when we feel
lower-than-a-snakes-belly-in-a-wagon-rut ....
even there, so close to the ground, God places beauty.
Thank you, Sandy.
What a gorgeous day He painted.
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