Each of us is but one in all of time!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Hump Day

I want this ring!

With all of the problems with Ebola and the flu season this is probably a good thing to have.  

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Iowa Nice Guy Special Announcement

H/T  Kurt H.

Toad Tuesday

Toad shares some wisdom from Jane Goodall.

Empathy is part of what makes us human.  And the truth of the matter is if you cannot have empathy you are less than human.

There is wisdom is this International treasure that is Jane Goodall.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Molly (and Sadie) on Monday

Sadie and I are having so much fun together.  We love our time together and B G. has some good pictures this week

First he found Sadie looking at some flowers and a bunch of wine flowers.

We don't know what these are but these are pretty and B G says that they probably look like weeds but we like them

This is a vine of some kind.

B G likes it,

Then here are some pictures of Sadie and me.

B G. says this could be a Cover picture in Facebook but he likes the lake picture.

"I  am ready for my close up Mr. DeMille."


Thanks for coming by.  Woof!

Sunday, October 19, 2014


"Rainbows Of Autumn"
A season dies, a new one's born like night gives way to day . 

In Autumn when the leaves turn brown,
red and gold, they all fall down.
To paint a picture, oh so rare!
I know that GOD is there...

To mastermind His ebb and flow; to stage
His wondrous Autumn show,
To brush His skies with molten gold; I watch His art unfold.

No grander sight could I behold:
these leaves of brown, red and gold.
But Winter bodes its icy chills upon the snow-clad hills.

In time the land, a living scene,
comes bursting forth in savage green;
and I confront the season's thieves
that took my Autumn leaves.

But soon a softness is in the air!
GOD paints a picture,
oh so rare, of autumn leaves
that all turn brown,
red and gold as they fall down.
~~By Henry W. Gurley.~~ 

The air turns cool, the leaves turn brown,
a change is taking place,
and everywhere the signs
appear of fall's approaching face.

The birds begin their
southward flight that takes them far away,
and in their plaintive song
and cry a fond good-bye they say.

A season dies, a new one's born l
ike night gives way to day.

Such is the wondrous work of God
in His own chosen way.
~~By Harold F. Mohn.~~

H/T John Klaus