Little Apples

It's getting late, and I'm sitting at my laptop trying to write a blog not set in my mind, yet. I think I took more than my share of manna for the day. I'll have to finish tomorrow. Piece of quail anyone? Good-night. Be back in the morning.

No, I can't walk away from the computer, yet. I feel compelled to write. I think I 'll take a picture of the little apples that Nik gave me. Nikky and Bella picked them from a Michigan orchard. We live in Central Florida; it's been years since I've seen "real" apples. I forgot how  cute they can be. I know, I'll put them in a bowl tomorrow morning when the light is just right outside and take a picture of them. I bet if I put them out by my tree, the squirrels would love them! Maybe I could get a picture of a squirrel eating a tiny apple. I would also like to get a picture of my shy cardinal, but he's flighty. Maybe little apples will lure him. I'll be back in the morning with the pictures, and find  a way to tie this up with a blog bow so the package is complete. We'll both be surprised. OK, I mean it now. Good-night.

I'm back; it's two days later and a different blog came before this one, and it's very cloudy outside and the apples have diminished in number. I'm thinking the fact that apples grow on trees is a miracle. We're daily surrounded by miracles, strolling by each one mostly blindfolded. Last night, walking on the lakefront path, I saw a magnificent shooting star, close and vibrant. Yesterday for the first time in weeks, we received moist, earth quenching rain and had an early Thanksgiving dinner at my daughter's house. Yes, life is full of miracles. Daddy used to say, "If I wake up and put my feet on the floor, it's a good day." If I adopt that attitude daily, I think my miracle blinders will soon be nonexistent.

The mighty one, God the Lord, speaks and summons the earth from the rising of the sun to its setting. Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God shines forth.  Psalms 50:1-2

Find joy in this day.
Love, Linda