This afternoon was a balmy, Indian Summer kind of day.

Shannon had her art lesson this afternoon so I took along a lawn chair and the Victoria magazine that has been waiting for the right hour. How lovely! An hour to sit in the sun and enjoy the bliss, all alone!

We were both very satisfied on our drive home. What a happy child you have when you get the lessons they really long for!

Last month I had been planning a nutting party for the children but with all the angst it never happened. I finally bought a bag of nuts which I planned to scatter around a 'nutting tree' and this seemed to be a perfect evening. When we stopped at Dad's to pick up the children, they were just leaving with Mom and Dad to go out to where they have cattle. Mom trumped my idea by telling me there are walnut trees out there and a really huge tree she wants to show the children. So Shannon and I ran home to get baskets and headed out to where they were going.

This looks like hugely wishful thinking, but the basket looked too right not to take along. The family farm does have it's merits.

Shannon even got her way and the dog went along-sitting on a gunny sack in the back.

The crunch of leaves underfoot! Music to these tree starved ears.

It makes an interesting picture even if they were empty!

Imagine. A tree of this size out here on the windblown prairie lands.

I wonder how many settlers and Native Americans gazed at this monstrosity over the years. It must be older than the non existant hills.

She had to climb over all the limbs in her way.

A skull,yes, but what kind is it?

The walnuts must have been taken care of by the squirrels. We found enough to rattle around and say we were nutting.

He holds the fence for his sister. Some days, they really are best friends.

A couple hours with grandparents, crunching through dry leaves, seeing an interesting tree and finding a few walnuts.

And their Grandma  had granola bars along for everyone.

Thank you, Mrs. Sharp for your memory making suggestion.

Good Sunday Morning!

In my pathetic little world where my body thinks it needs to impress upon me that my life has something seriously wrong with it, I need the morning scent of coffee. However caffeine is verboten by  various vascular functions which adds tension to the nervous system,

Last evening I had a whale of a normal headache which actually felt good for a while. Not one of those wavery, fake ones that floats all over the scalp and the adrenal system insists is real. But after a while it got to be too much so after over a month off real headache pain reliever I took ONE Advil. In normal life, three wouldn't hurt me. Genetically I inherited a high tolerance level for pain pills--Mom has stashed headache pills everywhere since before I was born.

But ONE Advil set my heart to racing until this morning when I woke up and finally took a BP med.

Would someone please tell this ridiculous adrenal system that things are okay in my world?

And what can I have for a hot morning drink that won't upset the oh so delicate balance? That vibrating sensation has got to chill.

Last evening my cup of impatience was overflowing. Freeman heard my rant even though he was exceedingly weary.

Feeling overwhelmed by the issue at hand I headed for bed and picked up Streams in the Desert.

"Is anything too hard for Jehovah?"

And then my good man said exactly the right thing.

The only person left to question is the Lord. He obviously is not telling me what I want to hear at the moment.

At least I'm learning that there is a plan, obscure though it may be at this point.

Is anything too hard for Jehovah? Perspective,perspective.

Since I've been awake since the wee smalls, I'm going to start on a sewing project.

The day will be long, the work plentiful and organizing, imperative.

Is anything too hard for Jehovah?