Autumn-with impending chilly nights and the hint of the inevitable snow in the air,  has never failed to be my most loved time of year! Glimpses of summer memories still held close by- through every sight of a dried up flower bed; to the majestic trees standing by- to say, ” My leaves were quite a wonder to see wouldn’t you say? They may have a new hue these days, but entertain-we still intend to; until every last leaf has fallen into the river bed.” The garden glows of brittle bronze, purple leaves bog shores of ponds……though winter is coming, Autumn is a season that allows a new fresh start, putting away the old, making all things new again, here in Central NY.

Autumn-my favorite time of year!

The Earth Speaks

He made darkness His Secret Place

Psalm 18:11 He made darkness His secret place ; His canopy around Him was dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.

When I saw this sunset, it was as if the hand of God was at the base of the painting… as the heavens painted brushstrokes with the clouds. I thought of this scripture in Psalms He creates all things, all this beauty cries out His Glory. No man came up with this,  a man may replicate this image on a canvass , but he did not come up with it. Behold the beauty of nature and it is ; to me- impossible to say that no one has created it. I enjoy a different painting on the sunset daily and it is always a peaceful reward. Thank you God for all this beauty! Thank you for sharing it with us. 

Real Friendships

Never forget those who died for our freedom

Friends care about each other and accept each other unconditionally. Friends are there for you when you need them! They are safe people to know  because they look out for other people and not themselves in any given situation.. They put everyone else first.

The best friend that you may ever have , is one who is willing to lay his life down for you , putting themselves in harm’s way so that others will not be harmed. You may consider our military some of the best friends that we have ever had. There were many in the past who have lost their lives so that others may live, a special thanks to our military who have unconditionally laid down their lives for the freedom of our nation, you are all truly the best friends we have ever had. Remembering all brave soldiers this Memorial Day! Thank you for being there for us!

Whose woods are these?

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.


My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.


The woods are dark, lovely and deep

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Poem by: Robert Frost

This was one of my favorite poems growing up, hope it brings back memories to you.