Quiet Reflection Sunday

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of it's wintry rest.


Percy Bysshe Shelley


Ah Spring and poetry go together. I can hardly wait
for the leaves to turn. Saw a robin the other day!
This photo was taken at a park not far from my home.
It is my favorite spot. Hope you have a wonderful
Sunday. I will be busy painting with my grandson.

Quiet Reflection Sunday-Christmas

...Christmas means a spirit of love, a time when the love
of God and love of our fellow man should prevail...
a time when our thoughts and deeds and the spirit of
our lives manifests the presence of God.

George F. McDougall


My grandson added his friends. They are waiting for the baby Jesus.

Quiet Reflection Sunday

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim
upon men's hearts, as for the subtle something, that quality
of the air, that emanation from the old trees, that so 
wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.


Robert Louis Stevenson