Salmon Mango Salsa

I should have taken more time with this shot but it was time to move this culinary delight from the grill to the table.  And my display was fogging up from the heat and humidity!

Anyway, credit Cindy for this delightful offering.  It tasted as good as it looks.

Geraniums

I hear that red attracts hummingbirds.  I suppose that's why all the feeders have a large splotch of red on them.  But there's no red like a geranium.  Now we need to find a feeder that doesn't leak so our hummingbirds hang around for a drink.  Then maybe I'll capture an image of one of them to share someday.

Goldfinch

"Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows." (Matt. 10:31)

Flowers aren't the only thing I can see from my porch perch; I love watching these brightly plumaged finches dart in for a repast at our feeder; God's eye on each of them.

Appointed for Seasons

"He appointed the moon for seasons:" Ps. 104:19

I admit I can't resist the glory of the moon. Its daily changes as the dark side slowly makes its rounds from our perspective while showing the same face to us because it somehow rotates exactly the same speed as the earth turns. I'm fascinated with its varied features of dry seas, Tranquility and Serenity most prominent, its cratered surface, and its faithful reflection of the distant sun as it fulfills its appointed duty to reflect the seasons to all Creation.

So this one is a just past First Quarter, waxing gibbous, that I took a couple nights ago.

Burst

This is mostly about keeping a promise from a previous post.

These beautiful Asiatic Lilies grow just a few feet from my perch on our front porch, a favorite summer Saturday morning refuge.  God is infinitely creative and it's a never ending challenge to find ways to capture images that reflect just a glimpse of that creativity.

"Consider the lilies how they grow:" (Luke 12:27)

Till the Ground

Therefore the LORD God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from whence he was taken." (Gen. 3:23)

From the earliest days, man has tilled the ground, by the sweat of his brow, in hopes of a crop.  I've been blessed to know many farmers, indeed am descended from a long line of them.  It's honorable work and a wonderful heritage.

This little guy in the farmer cap was a gift in memory of Cindy's dad -- the quintessential farmer and "red tractor" man. Tomorrow would have been his 80th birthday.