Sunday Stroll With My Camera

This little birdhouse is made out of metal. It is a favorite of the wrens. It is in a small tree and isn't hanging very high up. I cut a branch off one time and the wrens had a fit, because it was their landing spot to enter the house. Here it is hanging on a branch in the small tree.

This is my tiny crabapple tree. The little girl next door wanted me to hang the strawberry bird house on a branch. It's really too big for the tree, but I can't remove it...she looks for it whenever she comes over.

This is a little statue that used to be in my mother-in-laws garden. It is worn and very old. My husband wanted me to paint it and fix it up, but it's too precious to touch. I love the old worn statues. I love old cemeteries because of this. He kind of looks like he's in a cloud.

This is a fairly new angel. She looks cold in the snow. I am wishing for a bigger one. Do you love angels as much as I do? She is sitting under my new Redbud tree.

Here is Saint Fiacre...the patron Saint of gardeners. Someday I will tell you the story about him. My hubby gave me this last year.

I think that everyone knows Saint Francis. Such a gentle caring face. He makes me feel good just being there. I have tiny bulbs planted at his base.

My bench looks cold. I like the pattern the snow makes on the seat. It is one of the resting places in our yard when we mow. Sometimes I pack a lunch and hubby and I have a little picnic. I sit there and usually in just a few minutes someone comes to sit with me. A neighbor lady or little Audra...my garden helper, my daughter sat with me there too. I'm looking forward to sharing this bench with someone this summer.

Well, my Sunday stroll is over....back to the front yard and I give a wave of thankyou to our faithful snowplower. What would we have done without him this winter. He is out there before we wake up and is still going by in the evening.

That's it folks for this Sunday. We have Mass and today is a big day for our Church and new Priest. The Bishop will be here for our confirmation. Everything is fresh and spic and span. Soon it will be Lent. My the time flies.

Balisha