I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!

I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes,

Watch the wind bow down the grass,

And the grass rise.  ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay


My brother Nathan came for a visit this weekend, with his wife Melissa.  They have two young children, Makayla and Gregory, and it was such fun to have them come and play at Uncle Rich and Aunt Shanda’s house (with all those cousins).  This will be a family photo album post, with lots of pictures.


Rich was doing more landscaping this weekend, and little Gregory loved riding with him.  He was on there so long that *yawn* he started getting sleepy, but not too sleepy to get excited every time they picked up a huge boulder out of the pond.

Caleb and Makayla did a lot of exploring together.  Caleb even put on his American Revolution costume.  He looks smashing in those knickers.  After one exploration, they very thoughtfully came back with a pretty bouquet of wild flowers (now sitting in the middle of the kitchen table).

In the afternoon, Melissa and I took the five youngest children for a walk. 


We discovered springtime’s first lady slipper, and bent down on our knees for a closer look.

I ate a wintergreen berry, it was sweet and delicious.

We all ate violets from the field.

We kept our eyes open to the wonders around us. 

Watching children enjoy and play in God’s world is one of the pleasures of living.




She watched me take a picture of the other children and then went and perched on the log, herself.





I think we had the most fun at the water hole.

In no time at all, the shoes were off and little bare toes were enjoying the water.

They never wanted to leave.


The camera came out later on in the day, for frog catching time.








We watched the birds this weekend.  We had two spring first timers come to the feeders; a Baltimore Oriole, and (not pictured) a Grosbeak.  The black and white bird with the oriole in this picture is a downy woodpecker.

(I am sitting on the porch as I write this, surrounded by birdsong.)


We don’t see Flickers Red Bellied woodpeckers (sorry for the wrong label previously!) at the feeder often.  They are such beautiful birds.


Yesterday, after Nate and Melissa left, Rich and I made this new garden under the feeders.  I have more ideas for the flower bed, but the basic theme is there.  It’s my WHITE GARDEN, which I have wanted to do for a few years now because white flowers seem to glow at twilight.

Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal approve.


 “All outdoors is warm and bright

Robins sing with all their might.

And the garden seems to be

Just the place for you and me.”  J.Bowman


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  1. Love your bird pictures. I have also admired those “white gardens”. They do seem to glow in the moonlight.I am enjoying purple martins, gold finches and hummingbirds along with a blue bird around here. Aren’t they just grand flashes of color?! Such interesting creatures.

  2. Those knickers are great! I always love to check in and see what you and your family are up to. I have been visiting my daughter in N. Ireland, so I haven’t been on for a while. Now, I am BACK!

  3. Hi….Shanda….What lovely photos ….you must have a great camera …or of course it could be that you are just a GREAT PHOTOGRAPHER…I favor the later one…..I LOVE birds and those are great photos…I just wanted to point out though that the photo with the oriole in it hasn’t got a grosbeak with it it’s a Downy Woodpecker …and the one that you say is a ‘Flicker’ is infact a Red Bellied Woodpecker….I live in Alabama so I have only ever seen one Oriole a few years ago I wish we had them here more frequently Thanks for brightening my days..regards Brenda

  4. Beautiful pictures!  The close-up of the frog is fantastic…and all the piggies in the water looks so refreshing.  Beautiful time of the year.

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