334 Three Petals

333 Mini Apples

I got the mug in Minneapolis 20 years ago and the mini-apple at Wegmans last week.

332 Sam's Recital

Today was Sam's first piano recital and he's been taking lessons for a couple of months. He played three songs with his teacher accompanying. Way to go Sam!

331 Yvonne in the Garden

330 Rocker

329 Sometimes They Think We're Sisters

At one time or another Alison and Cheryl have been referred to as my sisters. This is rather interesting since I grew up in Wisconsin with two brothers. Alison (left) is an only child who grew up in Eastern Pennsylvania, and Cheryl (center), who grew up in Syracuse, is the only one of us that actually has a sister. It is rare that the three of us are in the same place at the same time since Cheryl lives in Syracuse and I see her two or three times a year. Today Cheryl and I dropped by Alison at work just to take this picture.

Both Alison and Cheryl are dear friends of mine and they are also the mothers of Sam and Sofie.

P.S. Thank you Sam, for pushing the button to take this picture.

328 Hidey-Hole

" In the hidey-hole under the hedge behind my house I hiked my skirt, and hugged my knees.
Each bony knob fit in the cup of one palm,
and my chin fit between them."

From the poem, "Knees" by Cheryl Gatling

327 Fire Trucks

326 Shrodinger's Newspaper 2

325 Girl in the Grass

"The girls on the sidelines pick handfuls of grass.

They throw it at each other, and they laugh."

From the poem, "September 15, 2009" by Cheryl Gatling

324 Fire Fighter

I'm taking another photography class and this week's field trip was to Allentown's Central Firehouse.

323 Summer Feet

I have always loved going barefoot. Growing up the shoes went off as soon as the weather got warm in May but Grandma Falkner had a rule for me. I could barefoot when the temperature was above 70 for 7 days in a row. 

322 Bread of Life

321 Chocolaty Goodness

320 Red Wine

What do pastors do at the end of a long afternoon on retreat. Well, in Easton we have a little happy hour.

It did taste good. Thank you, Bruce!

319 New Bathroom

Odd, I suppose, to have a picture of a bathroom. But it is the new one in the basement and the plumber just finished hooking everything up. It is a small room, and I am proud of the tile work I did. A mirror, shelf, and towel bar and the room will be complete.

318 Grilled Garlic & Tomatoes

317 Rainy Day Bench

316 Fries at the Game

315 Dried Wreath

314 The New Computer

Rich relented and turned to the Mac side. His PC gave him the blue screen of death too many times and today he got the new computer. File transfers follows and he is up and running. 

313 Coal Bin Chaos

So now that the basement is finished, where do we put the "stuff?" I'm talking about stuff like the power tools and other assorted things we don't use everyday. It is supposed to live in the coal bin. At least it will once the shelves are all set up. I'm looking forward to the day when the stuff comes off the back deck and finds its home in the coal bin.

312 Back Porch Rocker

311 Schrodinger’s Newspaper

310 Theater Chairs

309 Dying and Rising

^"3Do you not know that all of us who have been baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? ⁴Therefore we have been buried with him by baptism into death, so that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, so we too might walk in newness of life.
⁵For if we have been united with him in a death like his, we will certainly be united with him in a resurrection like his." Romans 6:3-5

308 Color and Texture: At the Quilt Shop

307 Lace Curtains

"The white gauze curtains hung keening

as they remembered the stroke of her fingers."

From the poem "Even the Nails in the Sheet Rock Missed Her" by Cheryl Gatling.

306 Bathroom Cubbies

305 Pop Quiz

I was asked to lead introductions for the synod's youth trip to Tanzania next year. Each person had to give their name, school, church then pop the balloon and answer the question inside. POW!!!

304 Tonight on the Table

Stuff just gets put there and usually moved before dinner. It never goes away, though. Just moved from place to place.