Note:

I will try to get my post up later Thursday afternoon.  Super busy!

More Autumn colors

 

Don't let that blue sky in some of the photos fool you . . . it even rained that day!  I am tired of the wet stuff because I can't go out and take more photos.  SIGH

What a difference a raindrop or so make OR is there?

I found the pale leaves on the ground with raindrops just as beautiful as the ones left on the tree.  How about you?

CLICK on photo to enlarge. . . 

The street view behind my apartment building. . .

Yes, Autumn is definitely on the street(s) where I live. . . my first autumn photo was from the front of my apartment building and today,two, from the street in back of our building and a little up the block.

My world is a designer's canvas in autumn!

I love the designs Autumn puts on leaves! This was in the park next door to my apartment building.

It's Autumn in Vancouver!

As I walked down the street today, the skies were gray and not very conducive for trying out my new camera. . . BUT I liked the contrast of the bare limbs and the fall colors on our street.  It's definitely well into Autumn in Vancouver! Can Winter (and snow) be far behind?

Yes, I am back to blogging with a new camera.  I have a Nikon (Coolpix) and am just learning how to use it.  I sure have missed blogging here.  Hope all my old friends will visit me here again.

My Special Friend, Myrl

I wish everyone could have a special friend like Myrl . . .

Myrl had a stroke several years ago.  She broke her leg  and arm in the fall and was confined to a wheel chair for transportation ever since.  She lived in her own home for a couple years and then went to a caregiver home where I tried to visit her as often as I could.  We "talked" and read the Bible and put small puzzles together.  This was no easy thing as Myrl had lost her speech and use of her right hand.  Yet, she enjoyed the time we spent together.

Recently, she had another fall and then a 2nd stroke and she just never recovered.  I visited her daily at hospice since Saturday and her eyes talked to me even if she couldn't speak.  Finally, on Tuesday, my dear friend left her pain behind and went to heaven where God has promised no more suffering.  I will miss her.  I wish everyone could have a friend that was such a blessing!

A Blessing Called Myrl

Not a sister by birth but a sister in Christ.

Not an Aunt or a Grandmother 

or even a relative of any other kind through blood.

Yet the love in her heart helped mine to survive, 

not once but twice. . . 

"No payback was expected," she said.  

She did only what she had been taught. . . 

After all, the Great Teacher had taught her.

She had learned His lessons well.

 I had the same Teacher and thought I  too, had learned all.

Little did I know  I hadn't grasped the whole lesson.

Yet, He didn't give up on me; 

He sent me an expert  tutor called Myrl,  disguised as a gentle friend.

The tutoring was free-- it came with God's  blessing

I hope I learned it well so I can share with others

The message of love taught to me by

 My best friend in Christ, a blessing called Myrl.