April’s coming and goings…

I’ve just got to get used to it.  Snow is the primary season here…

April has been the story of its comings and goings.

 

But there is hope.  The aspen trio that marks the seasons outside my window has put on its spring lingerie despite repeated snowfall…

And the glory of Easter was not to be denied…

We spent it with the two beautiful granddaughters that live further north than we.  And God sent sunshine!

And while I wait to see flowers appear outside, I’ve been dabbling inside with color that makes me happy!

 

And I must admit that even still, the world is beautiful, because God made it so…

And He tenderly appears when we lose perspective and calls us by name….

And we know that all is well, for He has risen!!!

–LS

September Recalled…

The archives of 2018 will have a thin spot when it comes to autumn unless I backtrack here and remember that we did indeed have one, though the blaze of color was short-lived.

Here are some of September’s most beautiful moments out and about biking and hiking…

Cascade Falls, Banff

Down by the River, Canmore

Vermilion Lakes, Banff

 

Mid-September brought the first snow of the season and the visit of elk to my porch to ransack my flowers.

 

Thankfully I have a growing stash indoors…

  

The crowning feature of the month was keeping our delightful grandkids for a few days while their parents celebrated ten years of married life…

Oh the fun we had!

 

And then September was gone…

–LS

The earth is the LORD’s and the fullness thereof. Ps. 24:1

Selah!

Sure signs of fall’s approach…

The first snowfall is visible on top of the Grotto range this morning–when I can get a glimpse of it through the blankets of cloud cover!  And… the elk have mustered the courage to graze on my doorstep by night, eliminating all my violas and pansies, leaving me with my bedraggled snapdragons and hardy marigolds.  T-shirt temperatures have plunged to necessitate extra layers for the send-off of summer.  And I am plucking from this month’s archives some of its finer moments…

 

We live in old Coal Mining Territory and every once in a while you run across a reminder…

 

The skies have one glory, the flowers another…

Grotto Canyon…

I’ve been taking a closer look at all manner of flowers (and weeds!) this month…

   

This little love-ly is the sweet smelling, evening-bloomer, white cockle. Bane to farmers, and banned from our yards, but not from my sketchbook ( :

Another banned blessing to bumblebees…

The old goat has lost his beard…

Late summer’s bounty–wild raspberries!

And some strange insipid white ones…

And in the city, wildly brilliant crabapples!

We’ve endured a LOT of smoke this month which lends a certain mystique to the mountains but other than that has been an unwelcome result of lightning-lit fires throughout BC.

This too shall pass with the approach of fall and its close kin, winter.

I am happy to have preserved some flowers from summer’s bounty!

–LS

For the beauty of the earth, 
for the glory of the skies, 
for the love which from our birth 
over and around us lies. 

For the wonder of each hour 
of the day and of the night, 
hill and vale and tree and flower, 
sun and moon and stars of light… 

Refrain: 
Christ, our Lord, to you we raise 
this, our hymn of grateful praise. 

–Folliott Sandford Pierpoint (1864)