Weekend Up North

Stopped here to take pictures, but a few miles down the road it was prettier. Must go back tomorrow.

Cross that?

Well, she did it...

Spring!

This thing has teeth. Click on it and see for yourself...

I want to come back in a couple of weeks and see what this is

Eeek! I have been told it shoots blood from it's eyes, Young Adventurer

We did not hit it with a staff, but there was water coming out from it, therefore, Moses must have been here first

Winter Was Here.

For more photos of our fun, including the tasty looking red caterpillar, head here.

Another little thing that made my day...

I took the photo, Young Adventurer transformed it:

Very Little Things That Make My Day:

When patience

and eating lunch outside,

and planting native flowers three years ago

is rewarded...

She has little toenails.

I think I might cry.

[Danjo the Very Magnificent has said I must buy a camera of my very own and not wait any longer, but I'm going to finish the taxes, and give to Ceasar what is Ceasar's, first, as a deadline is fast approaching...]

dead man

Good Friday

I’ve been thinking this week about what was going on, that last day of Jesus’ life. What struck me this time was one short sentence I read in a book...

“Two men, in the fading light, do what has to be done.”

Doing what has to be done. Burying a man. We ridicule truth, we crucify the WAy, The Truth, and THE Life, hope dies. What it looks like is burying the beat-up body of a man because that’s all that’s left to do, and it has to be done. So Joseph and Nicodemus buried the body of Jesus. They buried their Hope, and that was it. Nothing else to do. Humanity had just sent humanity to the grave. What’s left after that? We did it to ourselves, but what do you do without hope?

Except that Jesus didn’t stay dead. The dead body of a man, the visible, logical outcome of turning against God, didn’t stay dead. Rejecting truth couldn’t make it untrue, killing hope didn’t leave it dead, burying love proved that it doesn’t fit at all in a grave.

There’s nothing left in the way if dead bodies of men don’t stay dead. The worst that men can do isn’t actually enough to limit God. What now, if truth can’t be made untrue? What do you do if Hope doesn’t disappoint? What if the Way can’t be shut? What happens when love is indestructible?

The veil is torn...

Chilled Salmon

I've been sorting through my cookbook collection. Not sure why I have so many, since I really only use three of them, so I'm getting rid of some, but not this one (you just try and write a sentence like that). It used to be mom's. I don't know where she got it. It's Betty Crocker's "Dinner for Two" cookbook. I don't know if I've ever tried one of the recipes, but maybe I should, if there's any chance they are as good as the illustrations...

Chilled Salmon, indeed. And I want to know how that woman swims in a dress. At least she seems to have kicked off her shoes. Maybe I'll try making the apple crisp. I tend to avoid fish.