Friday, November 20, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
The water is fairly fresh, but covered most of the summer with duck weed. Simon likes to go for swims. The west end is preferable to the east due to mud and stinky muck. I always pack a big towel in the car. My last car had permanent lake fragrance.
I love Lake George. God finds me there and my mind is quieter and my heart stills for awhile. It's my Zen place. Simon led me to through the trees years ago and we discovered the creek to the south. Its banks are covered with long soft grass always inviting me to lie down.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Though his hands were tough and hard calloused and brown, they tenderly potted thousands of fragile seedlings and eyedrop-nursed some orphaned kittens. They wove baskets, held a hymnal, carved soap figures, built from wood, created from copper, aluminum and iron. On his deathbed, he place his big hand over the head of the little cat that slept there beside him and whispered "misse, misse, misse" ("kitty" in Danish). I am thankful for Dad's hands.
It seemed appropriate to begin my blog with this memory and this photo.