"...to console those who mourn in Zion,
to give them beauty for ashes,
the oil of joy for mourning,
the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
that they may be called trees of righteousness,
the planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified."
I've got a lot to accomplish in the next couple of days, so I thought I'd try and fit in all the blogging I've been wanting to do tonight. Mostly I've been wanting to put up some pictures. Paul's been running about merrily with the camera, ever since his dad gave him a giant box of batteries. I've never been one to take a lot of pictures (having never gotten past the old days when photography was expensive every step of the way). I must say, however, that I'm really beginning to enjoy it.
Here's our little house. If we walk 15 minutes in the right direction, we end up at the pool at One-Mile.
Here's the man that's always making me smile.
Here's upper Bidwell Park. Clearly at different times of year, Spring and Summer.
Above, left is Bidwell Presbyterian Church. It's beautiful. It's the church Annie Bidwell attended, and still has a big portrait of her in the foyer. (At least they did before the renovation. I can't imagine anyone would dare remove it.) To the right is the new City Plaza, which recently replaced the old City Plaza, which, like the King James Version of the Bible, will always have those who vow never to accept any replacement. I love the new City Plaza.
Here's a crawdad. Paul and I had no idea such a thing lived around here, but we caught this picture with our own camera. It's a big as a man's hand.
The roots on the left, are from the tree on the right. I kept thinking of that Scripture, "Like a tree planted by streams of water..."