Part of everyday life in Amish country is wash day. It is fun to drive through Amish country and observe all the washlines full of clothes. I recall my mother hanging clothes on the line when I was a little girl. It brings back good memories…the fresh smell of the clothes…canaries sitting on the line… a time gone by that lives on in Amish country. Just everyday life.
This is the tenth year that my special friends in the Maine Ladies Club have been travelling to Maine. There are seven of us. Every year we look for a house along the coast. We stay for a week and explore the area. This year we stayed in Lubec, ME. On this particular day we met a friend at her home in Machiasport, ate lunch, went kayaking, hiking in the woods, and then came to Roque Bluffs beach to look for sea glass. Your eye is drawn around the curve as the beach continues on. It is low tide and we found some colorful seaglass along this stretch of beach.
Life is a journey. There are many roads to choose from. Some lead to life and some lead to nowhere. I choose life! God is life and love and light.
Sometimes we wish our life was arranged in a neat row, but it rarely is. There are many ups and downs and messy times along the way. Proverbs states that man makes his plans of the heart, but God weighs his motives. Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed. Another place in Proverbs states, He (the Lord) will make straight your paths. This picture brings back a great memory in Machias, Maine. We were served hot tea and ginger snaps at this home after a great hike through the woods and along the rocky cliffs.
Looking through the new and seeing the old… and remembering our travels across the older bridge. Just like life…remembering our days gone by through the eyes of our present experiences. If you look very close, you can see an Osprey nest near the top of the old bridge. This is the Penobscott Bay Bridge in Maine.
My granddaughter is attempting to feed the fish in a little pond at Quail Hollow State Park. It looks like she is trying to feed herself. It’s not my usual picture of her.
In an early morning hike along the rocky coast of Maine, I found this feather just lying there on the rocks, all by itself. I mused on how it got there….did the owner spend time on the rocks looking for food, pruning itself, or did the feather drop from the sky as the bird flew along the coast? Was this a good omen for the day?….I wanted to think so.
The tail lights and headlights make a musical dance along I-25…heading towards Albuquerque, New Mexico.