Saturday, February 19, 2011

KindleWood in the spring

New Year comes and goes and most people promise themselves never to do ... again, or to make sure to lose ... amount of pounds or to be a better person. I know the new year and it's symbolism of starting a new page and I have been one of those people who make new years resolutions. But is the new year really the beginning of a new year if you count days then yes it is but in my opinion Spring is the ultimate new start.
Spring is a time of rebirth and renewal. The snows of winter melt away, flowers bloom, and all the world seems new again. God's beautiful creation shows us clearly God's love for us and the sacrifice He paid for us.
This excerpt brings it to life way more elaborate than I could. and is one of the most beautiful views of spring to me


"Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come. For the
winter is now past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers have appeared in our
land."  Song of Songs 2:10-12.

WE have familiar experience of the order, the constancy, the perpetual
renovation of the material world which surrounds us. Frail and transitory as is
every part of it, restless and migratory as are its elements, never ceasing, as are
its changes, still it abides. It is bound together by a law of permanence, it is set
up in unity; and, though it is ever dying, it is ever coming to life again.
Dissolution does but give birth to fresh modes of organization, and one death
is the parent of a thousand lives. Each hour, as it comes, is but a testimony,
how fleeting, yet how secure, how certain, is the great whole. It is like an image
on the waters, which is ever the same, though the waters ever flow. Change
upon change—yet one change cries out to another, like the alternate Seraphim,
in praise and in glory of their Maker. The sun sinks to rise again; the day is
swallowed up in the gloom of the night, to be born out of it, as fresh as if it had
never been quenched. Spring passes into summer, and through summer and
autumn into winter, only the more surely, by its own ultimate return, to triumph
over that grave, towards which it resolutely hastened from its first hour. We
mourn over the blossoms of May, because they are to wither; but we know,
withal, that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the
revolution of that solemn circle which never stops—which teaches us in our
height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to
July 13, 1852 by Cardinal John Henry Newman

Here are some pictures of KindleWood in the spring and a picture of the first spring flower popping up it's head ;-) hope you enjoy it as much as I do...

Sunday, February 6, 2011

The small things make us looking at our own faces ;-)

My kids crack me up sometimes lol
The day I caught DS1 dunking his little innocent white sheep in the toilet while (very loudly I might add) baabaa-ing like a sheep. was definitely one to remember (wish I had taken a picture but sadly our camera had died that day :-( so now we have no proof except for a now blue stained, "slightly" scented sheep, that my son won't let me throw away!)
I now have a camera and am so glad I do, I was able to catch this amazingly sweet piece of our now family history ;-)
Kids are so cool they can entertain themselves with whatever they find...chewing on a shoe, dunking a sheep in the freshly cleaned toilet (hence the blue coloring of the sheep now) and playing peekaboo with the cat or as I caught him doing now...laughing at his own face. a child's laugh warms your heart but your own child's laugh..mmmm that is something totally different I just can't describe it ;-) just makes you so proud and blessed that God granted you this precious gift (at that moment you tend to deem him precious, although most of the time I do deem my children precious there are such occasions I would disagree vehemently and other words come to mind... lol)
anyways DS was giggling away while looking into the mirror while swaying back and forth sooo cute...

Here are some pic's of my adorable brood ;-) (I hate that word...brood...)

I don't know I can't choose hand or foot or foot or hand...mmm

mini bumfers lol

someone is sleepy...yawn

mommy and I

happy as can be with snot running down his face lol

hmmm how does this work again???

watching his afternoon show, lilo and stich

I see you!

"outish" meaning outside lol

snot nosed kid