Things are a bit hectic here these days in anticipation of our grandson's upcoming arrival. I'm sure I will have lots of "new baby" stories and pictures to share soon, but until then, if you will indulge me, I am going to be featuring pictures from my photo albums for the next few days.
My favorite Gingko Tree in the Vicksburg National Cemetery, following a light dusting of snow ...
Faded Little Gem Magnolia Blossom
Ceres Plantation, Flowers, Mississippi, ca 1820
A Memorial for a Gentleman Inscription: He was an honor to the earth on which he lived, |
Old Church Bell, Raymond, Mississippi
Grain Processor, Flora, Mississippi
(I see beauty in the strangest things sometime)
Sunset at Sanctuary Lake
Canton, Mississippi
(Taken with my iPhone)
Old Rusty Cross
Icicles on Bay Magnolia Tree
I hope you will join me for my next post which will feature a few of my pictures of church windows.
3 comments:
What gorgeous pictures, your albums are full of treasures!
All the best for the blessed event!
P.S.:T
I am reading The Moonflower Vine by Jetta Carleton and loving it.
Janie,
I keep coming by for an update about your upcoming blessed event. I loved your poem you posted about grandparents and how true it is.
I am praying all goes well with your daughter and new grandson. We too are looking forward to a new little one the first part of October and the anticipation I think is as great for the grandparents as the new parents:)
Enjoy each precious moments with Avery Grace...Our little Drew started 1st grade last week and our little Caden starts in 2 weeks. The time seems to fly by...~♥
I posted several paragraphs yesterday, and off it went, without a trace. I love these dear places, these scenes of color and decay, and have a special regard for the young man in his three-piece suit, remembered so well.
And you're about to meet someone who will be a vast part of your own life, like discovering a great treasure box which opens a new and wonderful door every day.
You and Avery are about to meet YOUR Sweetpea, and it's a good thing we have not the gift of too much foresight. If we could encompass the meaning and the sheer volume of joy in store, our hearts will burst from our chests.
Right now is the waiting, and the tentative, gentle receiving; a year from now, you won't be able to imagine how your life was on THIS day, before he arrived.
Wish I could see you face when you finally meet!
rachel
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