Rugged New Territory

This awesome and rugged wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see as I descend to Alaska…

…home to two once rugged individuals with dreams of setting up housekeeping in this wilderness. I know them as Mom & Dad, still as tenacious as ever to live out their dream, but not quite so rugged…

The Alaskan wilderness is wool-gathering in anticipation of winter…

The sun, though bright, is lower in the sky now, the days shortening…

Wilderness lies at the end of any given road here. One must know the way and be prepared…

I have not been this way before…Will we be lost? Unfamiliar trails these, on the edge of vast expanses…
How glad I am that the Lord is my shepherd.  He knows the way we take…and goes the way before. 

And He leads the way when the cry of the heart is: “I just wanna’ go home…”  Sometimes that’s the only road one needs to know…

  The one who said, “I am the Way, the Truth and the Life” leads us each along this road of life---and we are indeed homeward bound.
Thanks for your prayers as I tread in new territory, both literally and figuratively!
--LS

Even the chickadee trusts in God’s Providence. Though worth but a penny, not one shall fall apart from His notice. (Mt.10:29) We’re in good hands!

Storing September*

‘You ask me what I did today.
I could pretend and say,
"I don't remember."
But, no, I'll tell you what I did today --
I stored September.

Sat in the sun and let the sun sink in,
Let all the warmth of it caress my skin.
When winter comes, my skin will still remember
The day I stored September.

And then my eyes --
I filled them with the deepest, bluest skies
And all the traceries of wasps and butterflies.
When winter comes, my eyes will still remember
The day they stored September.

And there was cricket song to fill my ears!
And the taste of grapes
And the deep purple of them!
And asters, like small clumps of sky...
You know how much I love them.
That's what I did today
And I know why.
Just simply for the love of it,
I stored September.”*

*--Elizabeth Rooney
http://www.brighamfarm.com/september.html

Sometimes a poem captures just what you would like to have penned yourself.  This one’s like that.  I have spent some sweet days this month ‘storing September’ for safe-keeping.  Good thing, because finally, after a beautiful extension of summer the rains have returned.  A delight to gather our little harvest in and see what has grown this year.  Our little apple, pear and plum trees are at last yielding a little harvest!  The flower above is a new-comer to my garden, just now in bloom.  If you know its name, please let me know.  I love it!

--LS