Through him then let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name.
Photos courtesy of Peter, my son. He wants to be a nature photographer on the side someday, supplementing his forest ranger income.
- Singing this song together, taken from Barney's Campfire Songs. A kookaburra is a kingfisher bird, native to Australia.
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree,merry, merry king of the bush is he.
Laugh Kookaburra, laugh Kookaburra,
gay a life has he.
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree,
Eating all the gumdrops he can see.
Stop kookaburra, stop kookaburra
Leave some there for me.
- Daffodils and other bulb flowers blooming in the front bed
- Writing letters to penpals & receiving letters from penpals
- Reading the book of Isaiah with my boys at night
- 7:15 AM visits from Paul and Mary, for morning cuddles. Can't think of a better way to start my day.
- Homemade applesauce to cheer us up on a breezy, wet, cold, 50-degree day
- Goldfinches now visit several times daily.
- Husband starting his day with the Bible
- For the second year I'm having all the egg dyeing, egg hunting, stuffed-bunny gifting, and chocolate-bunny eating on the weekend before Easter, to help them focus on Scripture and Resurrection and church on Easter day--enjoying those along with a nice meal. Every time Mary says Easter egg, Peter corrects her, "They're spring eggs, not Easter eggs, Mary. We're doing fun spring things next weekend, not Easter things." She pouts at him and says, "No! They're Easter eggs, Peter!" (Oh, well. I try.)
Okay, that's it for today. Miss Beth is awake! Happy Spring!