Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #847…Hints of Red

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Having moved from Southwest Texas to North Central Texas, we really went from one extreme to another. We moved almost as far from one corner of the state to the other. From the Rio to the Red.

One of the pleasures has been the actual slow approach of fall. We seem to really have a fall. Well. as much as one could expect in Texas. Southwest Texas always seemed like to shift from hot to a week or two of comfortable coolness and then wham, a “blue norther” would blow in and every leaf went from green to dead.

I am relaxing with the slowness of North Central Texas. We are closer to East Texas and people just move at a slower pace. I have a theory that it has a little to do with how mother nature moves. I think the people, like the leaves, grow to reflect that movement.

So, I am enjoying the slowness of the coming of Winter and getting to rest in the reassurance of slow change.  Green to red is much nicer than green to dead. I trust that it works with humans as well as leaves!

None the less, I am getting the fireplace ready for use…†…monos en theos…jim

IMAGES OF SMALL THINGS FROM THE BIGGEST COUNTY IN TEXAS #722 – HELTER SKELTER!

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It amazes me how quick our vision of what is going on can all change so quick. A couple of days ago I was on top of the world. Everything seemed crystal clear. Then I awoke with what felt like a plugged up ear. I have this constant high pitched ringing that sounds like a huge industrial fan sitting on my right shoulder. My equalibrium has been thrown out of whack and I have a hard time keeping my balance and have actually fallen a couple of times.

While my vision is as good as it ever gets, I feel very much like this image taken from my chair in the living room.

Trying to get back to center! en theos monos ††† jim

IMAGES OF SMALL THINGS FROM THE BIGGEST COUNTY IN TEXAS #687 – AHHH, CAN FLOWERS & BUGS BE FAR BEHIND?

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While I read and see of those that are getting hammered with the snow and cold, I am lucky to live in the desert Southwest. Our temp climbed into the mid 80’s and I found myself sporting very white legs. More today of the same.

I even found an ant in my yard  plying his trade.

may the sun find your back today……..en theos ††† jim

IMAGES OF SMALL – THINGS FROM THE BIGGEST COUNTY IN TEXAS #662 – Do you have a dream?

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“I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made straight and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.

I live in a place of beautiful isolation. I fall into the trap that I am living a dream. Then at times I am shaken and realize that I have just been sleeping, not really living a dream.

Do you have a dream, are you living it, or did you just fall asleep in the middle of it? en theos ††† jim

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IMAGES OF SMALL – THINGS FROM THE BIGGEST COUNTY IN TEXAS #661 – RESTIN’ WHILE ON SENTRY DUTY

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In the recent gusty wind of West Texas, one of our “dog warning” signs was blown from it’s post. I found Clovis laying near it with more of a sheepish look than a sheep dog. Before I could say anything of his presumed laziness, he reminded me that there are two signs, his “on guard” sign and another one that states the he ” can make it to the gate in 2.8 seconds can you?”

He can do that, and he can get there just as quick from either a laying or a standing position.

Let sleeping dogs lie. ††† en theos ††† jim

IMAGES OF SMALL THINGS FROM THE BIGGEST COUNTY IN TEXAS #572 – Which road was taken?

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I can remember somewhere back in jr high or high school having to read and study Robert Frost’s great words. I wish I had then a teacher who was a carpenter that nailed this message into my head. To have realized it was more than just trying to dress differently than everyone else. Such a great image painted with only words that should be planted in all our hearts.

The Road Not Taken

BY ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

“…narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. Matthew 7:14

So which road you traveling, is it ever too late to get on that less traveled or narrow road? ††† en theos ††† jimwork