Folk Dancers

We went to the Cold Spring Texas today to file our homestead exemption and decided to make a day of it. We went to the county court house and made copies of the old original surveys of our property and the surrounding area. They go back a hundred years! Then we toured all of the little antique shops around the square. That's where I found this delightful antique figurine of children folk dancing. They fit right in with my other antiques.

Visit to Local Cemetery

This cemetery is about a mile and a half from our house and it's filled Walker family members. We were told by Mrs. Trapp, a local artist and historian, that one of the Walker men buried his arm in a plot that he planned to use when he died and he even marked it with a grave stone. Unfortunately, by the time he got around to dying, another relative had used the spot! So part of him is buried in one plot...and the rest in another! We hunted all over that cemetery when we got home but couldn't find the marker she mentioned. However, we did find some unusual grave stone markers. Nothing like a cemetery for local history..I always say!

Did you say twenty-five???

Building the Office

Raising the Last Wall

Sleeping in the Hayloft

Bonfire at Night

Summer Fun

Rebecca Robison and her siblings spent the weekend with us last summer...and she and my son Christian had a great time on our tire swing!

Fresh Eggs

This was my very first dozen eggs from my very first chickens...minus an egg from Henny-Penny...her eggs are 'half-penny' size since she is a bantam. :o)

Colin Rodgers

Like Me...a poem

A squirming babe lies in my arms, with adoring eyes so quick to charm. Chubby cheeks, a precious pout, capricious curls, legs..short..and stout. She's a miracle in every way, like a flower blooming day by day. A gift from God, yet just a loan, since a baby's soul..one cannot own. Though I teach and train, so carefully I find, instead, she's watching me! How much like Jesus I must be, if a godly child I hope to see. As our days wing by in rapid flight, I pray for God's grace to be... a living light..a beacon bright... for a child who'll be ..so much..like me! by Donna C. Rodgers I wrote this poem when my 16 year old daughter, Rebekah, was 3 months old. I believe the Lord gave me this poem. I really felt like it was His assurance to me, that I simply needed to follow Him..and not worry about not being the 'perfect' parent. I felt that He was telling me to trust Him to make my children godly...as long as I followed Him with an obedient heart. "Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness...and all these things shall be added unto you." Matthew 6:34