Stick Horse Cowgirls

I think I have a decent vocabulary.  I love words and don’t often run across English words that I simply do not recognize.  I may not know the definitions off the top of my head when it comes to the more obscure, but I usually at least recognize the word.  But I ran across a new one this week. I was internet-stalking Suzanne Somers the other day… er , I mean, I was snooping a look or two at her estate high on a mountain overlooking Palm Springs that is now being offered at a reduced price of a mere $15 million.  It sounds lovely. I don’t think this picture really captures the place: The estate has several buildings and has ten bedrooms and 11 bathrooms.  As you can see, it has a marvelous kitchen: and beautiful outdoor spaces: It has a pool and, for the performing arts, an outdoor amphitheater.  What more could one want? I was really living it up vicariously when I got to the part that said one of the unique things about the property is ...

It was this tree that started me thinking this spring….. Yes, it is a tree I see every day as I drive into my property.  It belongs to my neighbor, Mary. This is a poor picture to depict its grandeur. It is starting to green, and I really wish that I had photographed it just a few weeks earlier, when there were no leaves to soften the stark branches.  Against the blue winter sky, its perfect shape has inspired me all winter.  It is what has caused me to think (overthink) about nature’s perfection. But it was this photograph that put me over the top and made me want to write in this blog again and say to you, “ Do you see the perfection, the planning, the genius of our world ?”  I do believe that nothing we do enhances it.  In fact, everywhere we touch, I’m afraid, we diminish God’s initial handiwork.  Just look at that little baby giraffe photographed against his mother, pondering the world.  Is there anything we can do to match this? I s...