Even when the Sun goes down, there is always a light over Lake Michigan. I was blessed to once witness this changing of lights during a visit with my parents. Even on a windy evening, there’s something miraculous about the twinkling waters at sunset.

Spring has sprung in all of its’ flowering beauty. We’ve been blessed with many neighborhood strolls this season to savor the fresh scents of new life. This was a particular necessity this year as my job is largely performed at a desk and this pregnant momma was desperate to stretch her legs. The hubby was only too happy to join me.

It’s blessed yellow days like these that always remind me of a favorite John Denver song and send me skipping throughout my day. There’s nothing quite like some open air and a little sunshine to brighten the mood.

As the Midwest drizzle persists I’m dreaming of twinkling sunny days like this one. In this place where people live like hobbits, passionate for food, ale and well tilled earth, God’s blessings shine from every flower bed.

As the silver Midwest winter stretches on, it’s nice to recall the emerald elven kingdoms that will return in Spring. God blesses us with new miracles every single year.

Even though the days are growing shorter and a chill has swept into town, bright reminders of sunny days still dot fields and flower beds, blessing the world with a last warm goodbye before winter.

Every summer we happily host a number of creatures, from rabbits to the neighborhood cardinal in our backyard. Last year we worried that we may have offended Mr. Frog by evicting him from one of my potted roses as summer wound down but frogs don’t seem to hold grudges as we’ve once again been blessed with their company all summer long.