New Year 2015

It seems odd to me that it is already the year 2015.  It is funny to watch an old sci-fi movie which has looked twenty to thirty years into the future, and what they have portrayed is no where near the way things are.

The year 2014 was a blessed year for my family and I.  There have been changes, there have been hardships, and some of those hardships were blessings in disguise.

I thank GOD, our Creator for His bountiful blessings; and for His watch and care through all the hardships, and the blessing of healings, and comforts in pain.

I am looking forward to this new year on the banks of Flat Creek.

May the new year be a prosperous one; especially in our LORD.

-tim

Getting a Good Hard Rain

We have been blessed with rain through the night.  It was quite pleasant to wake a few time in the night and hear the drops of heaven playing their lovely song on our roof.

Even now as I write there is a gentle rainfall; with thunder, lightening, and rolling thunder.  I love the sounds the heavens make, declaring the blessings of our Lord.

~tim

Flat Creek is Still Rolling

This is a post just to let you know we are still here, and that Flat Creek is still rolling right along.

Many floaters; in canoes, inner tubes, boats, kayaks, etc. have come by.  I have not seen them all, but I have heard many of them as they float by and go over the small rapid behind our house.

With the rain we have gotten this Summer it has been a busy time just keeping up with the lawn mowing.  I have loved every minute of it.  I appreciate every drop of rain.  Thank the Lord for His blessings everyday.

My wife and I spent a couple of days with our son Philip and his wife Sarah and their daughters; Rene’e, Natalie, and Kylie in Booneville, AR. this past week.  It was kind of our family get together time.  However on July fourth we were with most of our kids at the family swimming hole for our annual Fourth of July get together.  It was a wonderful time, both times

Our daughter Monica, husband Sam with their two kids; Addyson and AlexZander were at Philip’s too.  All great kids.

Those Poplar trees we planted back in the Spring of 2011 are about twelve feet high now.  Some not quite there, but most are.  The Rose of Sharon’s we planted are just now blooming.  Some have not yet made any blooms.  Others are about to.

I have also built a Yard Deck, for our charcoal grill to set on.  I really like it away from the house where it will pose no problem with flames, yet not so far away as to be distant.  We have enjoyed the grill on the new deck two or three times this Summer.  Good food.

It is amazing how fast the Summer is rolling along.  School will be starting in just less than a month now.  I am sure no one wanted to be reminded of that.

From the banks of Flat Creek

-tim

The Way Things Grow

A year ago this last Spring I planted some trees.  They were  only about two feet tall sprigs, and by the end of last Summer they had grown to about five feet tall.  Already this past Spring and early Summer one of them is about seven feet in height.  The others are getting near to it.

We have been blessed this past Spring with a good portion of rainfall without a lot of flooding.  There has been a few times the Flat Creek has gotten near the top of its banks, but as of yet, has not breached the banks.  We do have an old tree in our access to the Creek at our back door.  That is alright.  We can step on it and go over it without much effort.

I am thankful to the Creator for His bountiful blessings.

-tim

Speaking with the Buckets

I have already written of the rain which came yesterday.  It was a real blessing, and we received an inch of blessings from heaven.

An hour or so after the rain had stopped I told my wife, Madge, that I was going to go speak to the buckets and find out how much rain we had received.  I returned into the house and told her I had spoken with the buckets, and they had told me “It rained about an inch”.

You see, I had several buckets, out in the backyard.  Some small, maybe less than a gallon, some medium size, about two gallons or so; and a couple of five gallon buckets.  I had left all of them up where they would catch water.  I had not really done it on purpose, but it had been done.

When I stuck my forefinger in the buckets, each of them told me the same thing.  The water in each of the buckets came up to my first knuckle; and that is an inch.  Buckets do speak if we will listen.

Having fun living on the banks of Flat Creek.

-Tim