Daffodils

April is...NATIONAL POETRY MONTH

Daffodils

by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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Breathe on Me, Breath of God

Breathe on Me, Breath of God
words by Edwin Hatch

Breathe on me, breath of God,
Fill me with life anew,
That I may love what Thou dost love,
And do what Thou wouldst do.

Breathe on me, breath of God,
Until my heart is pure,
Until with Thee I will one will,
To do and to endure.

Breathe on me, breath of God,
Blend all my soul with Thine,
Until this earthly part of me
Glows with Thy fire divine.

Breathe on me, breath of God,
So shall I never die,
But live with Thee the perfect life
Of Thine eternity.

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Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and you shall live. ~Ezekiel 37:5

Photo Friday: Canada Goose On Her Nest

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A Little Bird

April is NATIONAL POETRY MONTH

A Little Bird
by Emily Dickinson

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.

Thy Word is Like a Garden, Lord

Thy Word is Like a Garden, Lord
words by Edwin Hodder

Thy Word is like a garden, Lord, with flowers bright and fair;
And every one who seeks may pluck a lovely cluster there.
Thy Word is like a deep, deep mine; and jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths for every searcher there.

Thy Word is like a starry host: a thousand rays of light
Are seen to guide the traveler and make his pathway bright.
Thy Word is like an armory, where soldiers may repair;
And find, for life’s long battle day, all needful weapons there.

O may I love Thy precious Word, may I explore the mine,
May I its fragrant flowers glean, may light upon me shine!
O may I find my armor there! Thy Word my trusty sword,
I’ll learn to fight with every foe the battle of the Lord.

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“Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in Your law.” Psalm 119:18

Photo Friday: Forsythia

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A Sumptuous Setting

Because of the success of last month's Note Card Party, Vee has decided host one on the third Wednesday of each month.

As before, find four photos that you have used on your blog that you think would make good note cards. This month I decided to tempt the palate. Click on the title of each picture to go to the original post.

Come and join me for lunch!

Lunch

Iced Tea

Lemon Cake

Shortbread Cookies

"You never forget a beautiful thing that you have made," Chef Bugnard said. "Even after you eat it, it stays with you - always."

― Julia Child, My Life in France

Mending Wall

April is NATIONAL POETRY MONTH

Mending Wall
by Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

Near the Cross

Near the Cross
words by Fanny Crosby

Jesus, keep me near the cross,
There a precious fountain
Free to all, a healing stream
Flows from Calvary’s mountain.

Near the cross, a trembling soul,
Love and mercy found me;
There the bright and morning star
Sheds its beams around me.

Near the cross! O Lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day,
With its shadows o’er me.

Near the cross I’ll watch and wait
Hoping, trusting ever,
Till I reach the golden strand,
Just beyond the river.

Refrain:
In the cross, in the cross,
Be my glory ever;
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river.

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The angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city. ~Revelation 22:1-2

The Birthday Girl

When I was a little girl of almost seven, all I wanted was a little sister. I wanted a sister to have tea parties with and play dolls with. When I found out that I was going to be a big sister for the first time, I knew right away that it was a girl. My parents and older siblings told me that it might be a boy and not to get my hopes up, but I would reply that it was a girl! When my sister was born seven and a half weeks early I was thrilled. I wanted to hold her but she had to stay in the NICU ward of the hospital for a while and little girls aren't allowed to go in there so I had to wait. It was such a long wait! But finally she was able to come home and I was able to hold her and be a big sister to the little sister I wanted.

As the years went by, we played dress-up and barbies, tea parties and dollhouse. But now we are both older and we don't play dolls or dress-up together anymore. Though we still have tea parties every now and then but instead of tiny plastic cups and pretend tea, we use the real china teacups and blueberry tea.

Yesterday, Bekah had a birthday. Her eleventh birthday. I can't believe she is eleven already! For her birthday, we went outside and had a photo shoot. She put on a pretty outfit, I grabbed Nick, and off we went out in the yard to snap away. We got a lot of great shots some of which can be found ~here~ on my mom's blog.

~E~l~e~v~e~n~

Linking up to Lucia's April photo challenge: Sunlit Portraits

Photo Friday: Easter Table

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Project Pinterest: Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Dip

This picture called my name the first time I saw it. And when I saw that it was a recipe for chocolate chip cookie dough dip, I knew I had to try it.

Pin

Recipe

I called this an hors d'oeuvre dessert since it's a dip. Since we always have several desserts on holidays, Easter was the time to try it. The recipe said that you could use graham crackers, cookies, or pretzels. We decided that pretzels was the thing to use to tone down some of the sweetness factor.



Some in our group thought that it was really good, some thought it was too sweet. The pretzels were the thing to use. It was the perfect amount of sweet and salty. 

Linking up to...

Sarah and Sandee's Project Pinterest

Allyson's  Finished Friday









Keren's Whatever You Want Wednesday

Ozymandias

April is NATIONAL POETRY MONTH

Ozymandias
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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Christ Arose

Christ Arose
words by Robert Lowry

Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior,
Waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!

Refrain:
Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus my Savior;
Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!

Death cannot keep its Prey, Jesus my Savior;
He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!

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You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid Him. ~Mark 16:6

Happy Resurrection Day!

But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
Romans 5:8

In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins.
1 John 4:10

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Photo Friday: Buds

 

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The Lake Isle of Innisfree

April is NATIONAL POETRY MONTH

Lake Isle of Innisfree
by William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
words by Isaac Watts

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ. --Galatians 6:14