
Down by the Bayou




On this pleasant fall day one large tree was full of noisy black birds. I didn’t see many of them; they were hiding in the leaves. But then all at once they all flew out and decided to rest on the old abandon telephone wires.



How the black birds love to gather together. What a grand reunion.









Psalm 141:2
May my prayer be counted as incense before You;
The lifting up of my hands as the evening offering.

Most deer are quite skittish, but this one was not at all afraid. He liked getting his picture taken.





There are always choices in life.
And we always try to choose the best things,
the prettiest, the clearest, the most vibrant,
the things that please us,
and the things that we think will please others,
and, in the end make them like us.
Ya, its mostly about us,
about me, me, me.
But I really hope you like this flower as much as I do.
It’s the best one I have.




Looking around for nature’s best,
God’s best.
It lifts my spirit
when I see His masterworks,
a great delight to my soul.