Thursday, August 28, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Some Canadian geese on the beach where I used to swim as a child. The sunperch like to nibble at you when you are in the water. It smarts sometimes.
It isn't real clear, but the object on top of the dead tree is a heron. You can also sometimes see quail, dove, squirrel, raccoon, rabbit, deer and turkey plus duck and geese in the fall.
This is the area below the spillway. It is a long way down from where I was.
Isn't this view gorgeous?
Here is the spillway. From the streamway to the top is 131 feet high. The dam is 10,700 feet long. Stockton Lake has 298 miles of shore line and the lake itself is 24,900 acres.
This is one of the 6 limestone cores they took from the area when building the dam. Behind is the power station that is used when we have peak power usage. The lake was begun in 1963 and completed in 1969.
Another shot from the observation area.
It was so peaceful out there and good to visit.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Thought you would like to see what the finished kitchen cabinets look like. Also you can see the white we chose for trim and doors. It is a nice crisp white with grey undertones. Just the kind of white we like!
Now we are working on the second bedroom that we use for our computer and hobby room. The walls will be the same green as in the hall. I am afraid it doesn't show up real well. I love the color but when it is wet and you are painting with it it is not real pretty! It looks more like a chartreuse and almost hurts your eyes to work with. But once it dries it is a very soft and nice green.
Is this not funny? I made breakfast for supper the other night and one of the yolks broke. When I plated it up it looked to me like the eggs where sticking out it's tongue! So I added ketchup nose and eyes! LOL!
Okay finally I will show you our stitching. I have been working on the moon and the rows of blue seem to be one hundred miles long! But it beats doing one stitching and tieing off! That I hate!
Jack is working on the large center rose on his quilt squares. I like the green he picked out to go with the yellow. I can not wait to make pillows out of them!
So be blessed and i send you loving huggles!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Now onto stitching. Jack is doing more quilt squares in yellow this time.
I am working on my angel again. Not a lot done but I am gonna tackle that moon big time!
Doesn't this look like fun?
I was blessed with some awards and I am long overdo in saying thank you and showing them to you. This one is from Nancie and I can not thank her enough! I am passing it on to the following bloggers:
A kiwi stitching
Contemplating my needle & thread
Sharon's cross stitch obsession
Teeny tiny cabin
And this I received from Terry. I am passing it on to the following folks:
A home away from home
Covered by grace
Double nickel farm
HsKubes haven at home
Have a blessed Sunday.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
by David Stewart
"And He arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea,
Peace, be still.
And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm"
When sounds the world's threatening cry,
And roaring of their thunder.
When you feel the heaving of your life,
And see the foaming water.
Then from the midst of this swelling sea,
A voice so calm and clear.
Twas, "Peace be still," that reached my ear,
Calmed my heart, and allayed my fear.
Oh, words of a Savior that gave me Peace,
Though the world round me roar.
Safe in Him, my peace complete,
There for evermore.
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Sunday, August 3, 2008
by C. H. Spurgeon (1834-1892)
(written at age eighteen)
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When once I mourned a load of sin;
When for the truth I suffer shame;
When foes pour scandal on my name;
When cruel taunts and jeers abound;
When "Bulls of Bashan" gird me round,
Secure within Thy tower I'll dwell--
That tower, Thy grace, Immanuel.
When hell enraged lifts up her roar;
When Satan stops my path before;
When fiends rejoice and wait my end;
When legioned hosts their arrows send,
Fear not, my soul, but hurl at hell
Thy battle-cry, Immanuel.
When down the hill of life I go;
When o'er my feet death's waters flow;
When in the deep'ning flood I sink;
When friends stand weeping on the brink,
I'll mingle with my last farewell
Thy lovely name, Immanuel.
When tears are banished from mine eye;
When fairer worlds than these are nigh;
When heaven shall fill my ravished sight;
When I shall bathe in sweet delight,
One joy all joys shall far excel,
To see Thy face, Immanuel.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon