Swallows in Missouri

I told a friend I would share some pictures of swallows dipping over the river.  Here they are!

This first picture is a nest that we found at college.  Ain’t it purtty?

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It’s kind of hard to see the swallows, so I put some circles around them so you could find them better.

 

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Wordless Wednesday: Thinking of…

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Good read on a good day about a good man.

(The real reason we celebrate this day.)

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

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Boromir

The River had taken Boromir son of Denethor, and he was not seen again inMinas Tirith, standing as he used to stand upon the White Tower in the morning.  But Gondor in the after-days it long was said that the elven-boat rode the falls and the foaming pool, and bore him down through Osgiliath, and past the many mouths of Anduin, out into the Great Sea at night under the stars.

For a while the three companions remained silent, gazing after him.  Then Aragorn spoke, ‘They will look for him from the White Tower,’ he said, ‘but he will not return from mountain or from sea.’  Then slowly he began to sing:

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass
grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it
goes.
‘What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you
bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?’
‘I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide
and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of
Denethor.’
‘O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked
afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men
are.’

Then Legolas Sang:

From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from
the sandhills and the stones;
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it
moans.
‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring
to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.’
‘Ask not of me where he doth dwell — so many bones
there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the
stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing
Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind
sends to me!’
‘O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs
south,
But you came not with the ailing gulls from the grey
sea’s mouth.’

Then Aragorn sang again:

From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past
the roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
‘What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you
bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.’
‘Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he
fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they do the water
brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid
to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its
breast.’
‘O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward
gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.’

So they ended.

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Happy St. Valentine’s Day!

Good evening, one and all!

I have not abandoned this blog.  I’ve just been sort of—dare I say it—busy lately.  I am planning on doing a real post real soon.  SPOILER— it will probably be about books or music or both.

Until we meet again! Bu–bye!

And a Happy St. Valentine’s Day!

Lots of ❤ and thanks to all my readers and followers.

P.S. Finally! My first post of 2015 is here!!

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A December Prayer

In the touch of a friend,
In the breathe of a child,
In the eyes of a soldier coming home
To his mother’s grateful smile,
In the sight of falling snow,
And the memories it brings,
In the season when you find some peace,
In the simple tender things,
Open your heart and look around, listen… listen…

Hear the song within a silence,
See the beauty when there’s nothing there,
Sing a song within a silence
That hope and love are everywhere,
And when the quiet night is falling
Watch an angel dancing in the air
To the song, the song within the silence
a December Prayer, a December Prayer.

In the strength of your hand as it holds unto mine,
and the promise that we’re not alone
In this place and time,
In the gifts that you give, I am humbled and amazed
Far beyond this day and time of year
We are in a state of grace.
Open your heart and look around, listen… listen…

Hear the song within a silence,
See the beauty when there’s nothing there,
Sing a song within a silence
That hope and love are everywhere,
and when the quiet night is falling
Watch an angel dancing in the air
To the song, the song within the silence
a December Prayer, a December Prayer.

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Merry Christmas!

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Poetry Friday: A Wonderful Man

Here is to a wonderful man
one who will be there when no one else can
A man who makes you laugh when you cry
and whose love will never die
 
A man like this can be hard to find
I’m so very blessed my mother found his kind
 
Here’s to my father who can make a rainy day shine
Here’s to my father
I’m so glad he’s mine
 
Happy Birthday with love
 
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Comforting Thoughts

(sorry about the add)

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The Novel Ends

As soon as one saw the other, they began to cry.  It was a strange thing for both of them to do at their age, but it could not be helped.  For all of what their past holds, this moment seemed so surreal.  What Broderick dreamed of the most when he was a child was no longer a dream, but reality. “You made it, brother,” Farerick finally said, and embraced Broderick with a smile.

Well folks, tomorrow is the last day of NANOWRIMO, and I hope everything has gone well for all the participants.

Now then, I have been waiting a whole month to say this.. Ehem… I WON! Ehem…thank you for listening.

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It was a long/short month, for sure.

My final word count was 61,274.  This is the longest book I have ever done in my life!! Twenty-Six chapters, 374 pages, and I think I like them all. (I hope I like them all).

Here is a quick summary for you:

When Riverwood is in danger of going into war with the goblins, the ill-stricken king calls for his finest Horseman, Broderick, to lead his men to fend off their enemy.  During this time of preparation, the king dies, bringing forth his son, Deyorn, to the throne.      
Now king Deyorn—with bitter emotions towards Broderick—and a little persuasion from one of the local lords—decides not to send the men into battle.  Broderick must now fight with himself whether he should follow his king’s orders and have the possibility of his homeland going into desolation; or disobey and  have the possibility of being discharged from his position.
 

And that is it.

Now, I know NANO is over, but that doesn’t mean you should stop writing.  Keep at it!

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