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Is this a good reason to be a little late for church? 

To have Men and Almost-Men calling from the car, "Mom! You're making us late!" 
or "Hey, remember how you like to get there early?"

I think so! Beauty in the most unexpected places! Nature is His own easel - His handiwork on display, always speaking to us.

Not as lovely, and not a reason to be late for anything - the bag worm sack photo, below. But still interesting (and still speaking). 

(Check out all the tiny worms - they've hatched an are ready to disperse and munch on my garden. They might think I care, but we're at the end of September and I don't care one bit!)

Smiling Ray

Living in an old home does have a few perks. Not as many as I once thought, but still, a few.

In every room, of different depths - sills! 

I try to keep my windowsills from getting all cluttered up, but it is a constant task to un-decorate because things just land there.  And stay. 

Cups, plates, footballs, keys, mail, more cups, more plates...

And there's so many things that need a spot for display!

No matter how I try to de-clutter, I can't seem to talk myself out of these items. 

Especially that Smiling Stingray photo. 

It is - it's smiling! 

And sometimes during the day I just need a smile aimed in my direction.

In Memorial

Million Bells - this was the first time it seemed like the plant may have lived up to its name, at least over here. Every plant that lives in the table pot seems to die an untimely death, much too soon in the season. 

But this beauty, found at Findley Market early this spring, held its own for a long, long while. It draped its apron of blooms all the way down to the tabletop, attracting hummingbirds and hummingbird bees!

When the Sprinkler Days arrived, though, that was the end of the millions of bells. Now all that's left are  dried-up brown stems already thrown in the weeding barrel. 

What's that quote about beauty being fleeting...?