Sepia Scenes

A new meme is starting today at Work of the Poet called Sepia Scenes. The Meme is actually a Thursday Meme but the Mr. Linky will go up at 5:00 P.M. Eastern time on Wednesday.  So if you’d like to play with some of your photography and see how some shots will look in Sepia join on in…

 

This is a heavy candle holder I have in my home in Washington State. It is Black and the candles in it are gold. My first published sepia experiment.

To see more Sepia Scenes visit Mary at Sepia Scenes.

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WFW ~ Psalm 93: 3,4

Psalm 93: 3-4 (ESV)

3 The floods have lifted up, O Lord,
    the floods have lifted up their voice;
    the floods lift up their roaring.
4 Mightier than the thunders of many waters,
    mightier than the waves of the sea,
    the Lord on high is mighty!

For more Word Filled Wednesday visit Amy at 160 Acre Woods.

ABC Wednesday ~ N is for Nest

N is for Nest

 

I saw this perfectly built nest that had long been abandoned in late September. I was really impressed with the construction. I had to zoom in and get a closer look. I was happy to remember this for my N post! Have a good week everyone!

To see more ABC posts visit the ABC Blog.

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Tablescape Tuesday ~ Simple Spring

It might not be Spring here in the Northern Hemisphere but it is in the Southern Hemisphere so here is a simple Spring tablescape I created for St. Patrick’s Day.

 

 

For more Tablescapes visit Susan at Between Naps on the Porch.

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Ruby Tuesday ~ Halloween Decor

If it’s Monday it must be time for Ruby Tuesday! The Teach wanted us to find our Ruby in Halloween Decorations this week. Here’s what I found. Some of the red is harder to see but there is red in all of these…

 

For more Ruby visit Mary at Work of the Poet.

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Blue Monday ~

 

Welcome to Blue Monday. The birds and birdhouse photos were taken on a walk with my bloggy friend Willow. The blue stained glass window is in St. Mary Magdalen Church in Camarillo, California. I love the beautiful blue and green in this window.

For more Blue Monday Posts or to join in the fun visit Smiling Sally.

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Ode to the Sniffles

 

So Dear and I have been sick in the head and throat since early Friday. I had to leave Bible Study early and he came home from work early on Friday morning.  Weird that this attacked us at the same time. We’ve been convalescing in the Condo since Friday. When we get sick in the head we always turn to the Chinese Take-Out for Hot and Sour Soup. It really clears the sinuses! On Saturday evening we got tired of raiding the refrigerator and were craving some salty, comfort, bad for you food. We called one of our favorite restaurants and ordered Onion Rings and The Cuban Sandwich with curly fries. (Thank goodness it’s not stomach flu) Here’s a poem about the flu written in 1919. Update: Dee commented wondering if this was written during the Great Flu Pandemic and it probably was as the Pandemic was between 1918 and 1919. Somewhere between 20-40 million people died.

The Flu ~ by J.P. Mcelvoy, 1919

When your back is broke and your eyes are blurred.
And your shin-bones knock and your tongue is furred,
And your tonsils squeak and your hair gets dry,
And youâre doggone sure that youâre going to die,
But youâre skeered you wonât and afraid you will,
Just drag to bed and have your chill;
And pray the Lord to see you through
For youâve got the Flu, boy,

Youâve got the Flu.

When your toes curl up and your belt goes flat,
And youâre twice as mean as a Thomas cat,
And life is a long and dismal curse,
And your food all tastes like a hard-boiled hearse,
When your lattice aches and your headâs abuzz
And nothing is as it ever was,
Here are my sad regrets to you,
Youâve got the Flu, boy,

Youâve got the Flu.

What is it like, this Spanish Flu?
Ask me, brother, for Iâve been through,
It is by Misery out of Despair,
It pulls your teeth and curls your hair,
It thins your blood and brays your bones
And fills your craw with moans and groans,
And sometimes, maybe, you get well —
Some call it Flu — I call it hell!

Hope your weekend is going better. Looking forward to a new healthier week! :0)

Today’s Flowers #11

 

This photo was taken at the Columbia Winery in the State of Washington in late September.

For more flowers from around the world visit Denise and Luiz at Today’s Flowers.

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The King Shall Come When Morning Dawns ~ Hymn

The King Shall Come When Morning Dawns

The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light triumphant breaks;
When beauty gilds the eastern hills,
And life to joy awakes.

Not as of old a little child
To bear, and fight, and die,
But crowned with glory like the sun
That lights the morning sky.

O brighter than the rising morn
When He, victorious, rose,
And left the lonesome place of death,
Despite the rage of foes.

O brighter than that glorious morn
Shall this fair morning be,
When Christ, our King, in beauty comes,
And we His face shall see.

The King shall come when morning dawns,
And earth’s dark night is past;
O haste the rising of that morn,
The day that aye shall last.

And let the endless bliss begin,
By weary saints foretold,
When right shall triumph over wrong,
And truth shall be extolled.

The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light and beauty brings:
Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray,
Come quickly, King of kings.

Words: Unknown au­thor; trans­lat­ed from Greek to Eng­lish by John Brown­lie in Hymns of the Russ­ian Church, 1907.

ht: cyberhymnal

Pink Saturday ~ Sadler Teapot

It’s time for Beverly’s Pink Saturday Again!

Today I’m showing one of my Thrift Store finds, a Sadler Teapot from England. The Pink Flowers are just a bonus!

 

For more Pink visit Beverly at How Sweet the Sound.

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