Tireless, saintly church ladies aren’t the only ones with a heart of gold. Even on rainy days nature flaunts its’ true colors. We need only stop and smell the flowers.


Tireless, saintly church ladies aren’t the only ones with a heart of gold. Even on rainy days nature flaunts its’ true colors. We need only stop and smell the flowers.


Although I’m hardly a fan of the midwestern swarms of mosquitos, Indiana is also the land of many other far more fascinating insects including the tiniest of dragons. These two blessed me by stilling their delicate wings long enough for me to snap a photo.


Although I will likely never get used to the Midwest humidity, nature sings a very different tune. It’s a blessing to be able to step out my door into a land where everything grows. The neighborhood is teeming with life and color and I can’t get enough of it.




Even Mr. Mallard knows that hot July days are prime time for a date to the beach where his lady can show off her colors. Even on the lighthouse pier, nature’s blessings can still be seen.


When out for a nature walk in the woods, one doesn’t expect to stumble upon a miniature town being orbited by functioning model trains but that’s exactly what happened to us one Saturday afternoon at Sunset Hill Farm. The hubby is a bit of a train fanatic and the model cars brought back memories of boyhood. It was a blessing for me also to watch the fun.




There’s nothing like soaking in God’s blessings and sunshine with a stroll in nature even if there are only 15 minutes to spare.



Although my amateur photography habits have largely been devoted to the newest addition to the family and my all time favorite baby girl, she and I still have time for some walks around the neighborhood. She catches some z’s while I catch the summer hues on my camera. These days are a beautiful blessing.









Though we enjoy watching the neighborhood bunnies engage in frequent games of tag in our yard, we have been very careful this year to limit their access to our newly erected veggie garden. We are trying our hand this year at some tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers and carrots. Unfortunately, we didn’t plant quite enough to share with our fuzzy neighbors but they continue to bless us with their company anyway.


No matter how many flowers I see I will never tire of trying to capture them in their best light with my camera. God smiles on us every time we step out our door and it brings me unending joy to savor these little flashes of heaven.

The world has woken up once again from it’s grey frozen slumber, dabbing on a bit of cheery blush and redecorating with every color under the sun. Evening walks through the neighborhood have been just as much a welcome blessing as always.



