The scrapblog editor treasures these two photos of little M. Something about M.'s pure and simple joy in playing outdoors makes the scrapblog editor think of a Bible verse: Matthew 6:28-29: "Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil, neither do they spin, and yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these."
A darn good verse to remember in this era of overwork and overworry. Have we mentioned that all the cousins, with the possible exception of the scrapblog editor, work too hard? Looking back at the family photos, she often concludes that this is a family trait.
Stop and smell the lilies, cousins, like our little ones do.
The top photo was taken by M.'s mom, Auntie Mary, in old Uncle Irv's tangled Duluth rose bushes. The second one was taken by Grandma Alverna at the playground at Wakondiota Park (which in Lakota means "The Field Uncle Bill Set on Fire") in Old Frontenac.
The scrapblog editor treasures these two photos of little M. Something about M.'s pure and simple joy in playing outdoors makes the scrapblog editor think of a Bible verse: Matthew 6:28-29: "Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil, neither do they spin, and yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these."
A darn good verse to remember in this era of overwork and overworry. Have we mentioned that all the cousins, with the possible exception of the scrapblog editor, work too hard? Looking back at the family photos, she often concludes that this is a family trait.
Stop and smell the lilies, cousins, like our little ones do.
The top photo was taken by M.'s mom, Auntie Mary, in old Uncle Irv's tangled Duluth rose bushes. The second one was taken by Grandma Alverna at the playground at Wakondiota Park (which in Lakota means "The Field Uncle Bill Set on Fire") in Old Frontenac.
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