Colorful Wings – July 22nd

 
 There is beauty everywhere, we are sometimes just to busy to see it…

Have a blessed day!

Heather

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Butterfly Palace – February 4th

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One of the first new things I did this year to celebrate my annual tradition of doing something new every day for the month of February was to visit the Butterfly Palace in Branson. It was great to have butterflies fluttering around in the middle of a cold winter. And a great kick off to my birthday month.

Even more fun was the shot above got featured on the Branson/Lakes Area Convention and Visitors Bureau website Explore Branson. You can find it here.

Have a blessed day!
Heather

Yellow and Purple- June 5th

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Last night I was awakened by the sound of hail pinging off my windows. The lightening was like a strobe light, constantly flickering but not so much thunder. That for sure means summer is here, those are summer storms. But as I was snuggled up in my bed it made me thankful for a garage and my home and a comfy bed. I wouldn’t want to be out in a storm like that. And it made me think about all the people who are out in a storm like that, wherever they are. God, I hope you kept them safe last night…

I snapped this photo last weekend at the local butterfly garden. This beautiful yellow-green butterfly on a pretty purple flower. Enjoy!

Also, I pray you are safe today, we are expecting storms here, I can already see it moving in. So stay safe friends!

Have a blessed day!
Heather

Song – October 23rd

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Song by John Keats

I had a dove and the sweet dove died;
And I have thought it died of grieving:
O, what could it grieve for? It was tied,
With a silken thread of my own hand’s weaving;
Sweet little red feet! Why did you die-
Why would you leave me, sweet dove! Why?
You liv’d alone on the forest-tree,
Why, pretty thing! Could you not live with me?
I kiss’d you oft and gave you white peas;
Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?

The Sun’s Travels – July 23rd

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The Sun’s Travels by Robert Louis Stevenson

The sun is not abed, when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.

While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepyheads
Is being kissed and put to bed.

And when at eve I rise from tea,
Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;
And all the children in the West
Are getting up and being dressed.