Small Beginnings…

This blog generally features trails and trips and natural wonders along the way, but this week I’m looking back at the way I’ve come.  I’m celebrating the half century journey I’ve had so far, particularly its beginnings…Mom holding Lindy by trees - 62

Long ago and far away a little girl was welcomed into a family already boasting two boys…Brad Steve Lindy lying on bed - 62

She was a hit!

Lindy by Volvo - 63Lindy in stroller - 63

And from what I hear, too good to spank…hmmm…

in highchairLindy finger in mouth - 64

Do you believe it?!

Steve Brad Lindy sitting at picnic table - 65

Lindy sitting on table with Marshmellows - 65

She was her Daddy’s little girl…


Lindy on hammock - 66Lindy asleep with dolls - 65Lindy looking in stocking - 67

And then along came another dolly, and now they were four…

Brad Lindy heather Steve on coach - 67

(*Don’t miss the red patent leather shoes.  Oooo I loved them!)

What a lot of life has been traversed since that once-upon-a-time, now half a century ago…




I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his children begging for bread. (Ps.37:25)

“But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope.  The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.  ‘The LORD is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘therefore I will hope in him.’” (Lam.3:21-24ESV)

This good land…

Had to head into the city to do business this past weekend…

I love this bridge and its many happy associations from bygone days when our family was just coming into being.  We lived (temporarily, with Jim’s folks) on one side. The doctor and  hospital on the other.  And right beside the bridge was our favorite park for stopping after the doctor visit  to feed the ducks.  If you were lucky you could entice a wild black squirrel to scamper up your pant leg for a peanut too… Those were sweet days…

And then there was the Quay in walking distance from the house…

… and always the tugs…P1050165

There was another special park not far away with the lovely name of Ambleside.  It conjures pictures in my mind to this day of being great with child, our firstborn, and stopping there in the chill fall air, in my great wool Indian sweater and forever baggy sweats to amble a bit…



We took a stroll there, just the two of us again, this weekend…crisp biting breeze, gorgeous view of the Inlet, with the sun sinking in the west silhouetting the handsome freighters bound for distant lands…


We headed home the following day…

P1050175A hungry gull spied us on deck munching our cold roast beef.  Almost looked like he’d eat out of my hand…but that bill just doesn’t look too friendly!  I tossed his tidbit to the wind…

Home again, we’ve had some brilliant sunny days of chill below-zero weather.  Perfect for walks that make your cheeks glow  (and your nose run!)

P1050218little bird

…while little birds twitter in the foliage and every ordinary thing seems more beautiful against the white of snow…
May your days too hold such beauty and such peace.
“…though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land.” Is.1:18,19

First Snow


Tonight…snow enough for snowballs, and cold fingers, and a brisk squeaky walk under the streetlights with lemon snow slushie to follow, compliments of my last baby…


“God thunders with His voice wondrously, Doing great things which we cannot comprehend.
For to the snow He says, ‘Fall on the earth,’ And to the downpour and the rain, ‘Be strong.’”
Job 37:5,6