Blue Hereon
I love when a large blue hereon decides to stop by and check out the garden.
He knows I have spied him.
He will keep his on eye on me.
I so wish I had my other camera.
Or perhaps some advanced notice that he was stopping by for a visit.
I love when a large blue hereon decides to stop by and check out the garden.
He knows I have spied him.
He will keep his on eye on me.
I so wish I had my other camera.
Or perhaps some advanced notice that he was stopping by for a visit.
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To read the story of how my parents met and began their ministry:
“There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
“I know of only one duty, and that is to love.”
“If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I? And if not now, when?”





