Last Walks…

Not knowing when we will pick up and leave this mill town, every walk is precious as it could be the last…

This one is, taken between Christmas and New Year’s, is a favorite…

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I don’t see the mill as spoiling the view, for without it here, there would have been no Powell River.  Did you know that according to the International Encyclopedia this was once the largest paper mill in the world?  Ironically, I just recycled the last volume of this old encyclopedia set.  Too much paper in this house!

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And out one frosty morning walking with Jim while our house was being shown we stumbled upon these wonders of spun frost.  Wonderful! Have you seen them?

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Officially called ‘frost flowers’, here’s the scoop on how it happens:

“Frost flowers develop when air temperatures are freezing but the ground still is warm enough for the plant’s root system to be active. Plant juices flow from these roots up into the stem, where the cold air freezes them. As the moisture in the plant freezes, the ice crystals push out through the stem. They may emerge from a small slit to form thin ribbon-like strands or they may split open a whole section of the stem and push out in a thin, curling sheet. Sometimes several ribbons of ice push out to create a flowerlike petal effect. As long as the juices flow, air temperatures remain low, and the plant is shaded from the sun, these ice crystals continue to form. But the petals of frost flowers are very delicate and will break when touched. They usually melt or sublimate when exposed to sunlight and are usually visible in the early morning or in shaded areas.”

But I prefer to bypass the scientific explanation and just look and say WOW!

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–LS

By the breath of God frost is given: and the breadth of the waters is straitened. Job.37:10

Out of whose womb came the ice? and the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it? Job 38:29

Wrapping up 2014—all gift!

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As a New Year rolls in I’m looking in the rear-view mirror so to speak, at all that has passed this year… P1160487

Week by week I’ve left its traces here in pictures.  But this year looking back is bittersweet.  The remembering is laced with the sadness of loss.

For eleven years these gifts have been ours—the natural beauties of the Pacific Northwest—the water, the trees, the garden, the flowers…I have loved them. Dearly. The freedom to tromp all about in a world akin to a National Park (minus the fees and the people) has been a priceless gift.  But now that we’re moving the pictures that re-cap the year remind me of gifts I must leave behind… I can take only the reminders, these pictures, and a grateful heart for all these blessings.

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As we move toward snow country,

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we will leave behind rain-forest and ocean with their now predictable seasons…

February’s snow drops and pussy willows…P1140291snowdrops

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Spring’s skunk cabbage and wild currant blooms

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Fruit trees and rhubarb coming to life…

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Summer’s garden time

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and familiar hikes to favorite viewpoints…

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Fall’s harvest will be different too this year…P1160244P1150885IMG_20140823_164037128

 

And snow not so rare and valued…P1140270P1140279P1140236

Looking back I suspect these are things I will miss

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What I cannot see is what lies just ahead…

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Last year at this time we had an empty nest. It was just the two of us at the table not knowing what to expect.

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And yet the year has been a good one…

 

 

 

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April highlight—a trip to visit my sis

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May—our flown away chick returned!P1140913P1140907

 

June—My mom came to visit!

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And we gained a daughter as well!DSC_7744

 

We spent more hours than ever riding together this year—2,200 miles worth of sights and sweat!

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IMG_20140804_135216772Pender tandem ride

Care to join us for a virtual ride down the hill nearest our home?

 

 

 

 

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We hope to see more of these special small fry this year…

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But look as we may, only God knows what will transpire in our lives.

My hero

 

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Come what may, we can rest in knowing He will be in it with us, just as He has been in the past.

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I can’t think of a better way to close here than with the words of an old hymn a friend reminded me of today. I needed them.

Be still, my Soul

Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future, as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.

Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay
From His own fullness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord.
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last.

Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise
On earth, believing, to Thy Lord on high;
Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,
So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye.
Be still, my soul: the Sun of life divine
Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.

Words: Katharina Von Schlegel, 1752 Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Jane L. Borthwick, 1855.

[Click to Listen here]

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From our house to yours:
We wish for you a New Year blessed in the knowledge of the nearness and sovereignty of God.

–LS