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Rag Annie angel tree

favorite painting

My Christmas angels

Christmas at my house

Christmas time in TN.

A Smoky Mountain Sleighride
Poem by Ron Evans

When it's Christmas in the Smokies
And we've had a winter's blow
And everything for miles around
Is covered deep in snow.

When we've finished all our shopping
And trimmed the perfect tree,
And find that obligations
Leave some time for you and me;

Then the silver moon beams beckon
And their brightness lights our way,
And there seems no better place to be
Than riding in a sleigh.

So many times on cold winter nights
We glide the forest trails,
'Mid sound of muffled hoofbeats
And song of harness bells.

We pause upon the old stone bridge
Above the river's glare,
Where hardy skaters pivouette
Despite the frigid air.

And then atop a high hill crest
We stop to rest the mare,
While Heaven's diamond studded stars
Reflect upon your hair.

Such moments last forever
They defy eternity,
For time is held immobilized
By Christmas memory.

Reluctanly we turn for home
And give the nag her head,
She whisks us briskly through the night
We'll soon be home in bed.

And there we'll dream of sculpted drifts
Piled high by winter's blow,
And lovers in a magic sleigh
That skims across the snow...

my new scarecrow

I made this scarecrow using a pattern by Tennessee Ridge Primitives. I made one for me and one for a Sister.
Fall is my favorite time to decorate. Of course Christmas is right up there.

Fall decor

I made this turkey using a pattern by 'Hidden in the attic' She does the best patterns for birds.

Fall decor (my home)

New Fall picture I hung in my home

Autumn Senses

Hush...
The leaves whisper softely,
as they scurry to the ground,
Their beauty so magnificent
encircleing all around,
colors of aspin gold
amber
and scarlet
rest beneath my feet.
The sun peaking through
the half bare trees
shines warm upon my face.
A light, gentle Fall breeze
blows through my hair
awakening the leaves
to rustle
to and fro.
Giving a sense of renewal.
I smile as
crisp, smokey scents
are everywhere
lingering in the air.
The senses of Autumn
reminds us all
of our
Awesome God
The Creator

Poem above was written by my Sister Verna Cluchey (2003)

Autumn 2009

'Happy Autumn'

When Summer flowers are gone and Autumn embers burst forth in splendor with a golden glow, oh I am happy in the joy of living.
When pensive Autumn makes her glorious bow.
The air is crisp the maple leaves are yellow;
The trunks are storing sugar sweet and good
The squirrels and other tiny woodland creatures
Have found a place to hoard their Winter's food.
The trees are dropping apples in the orchar;
The moon's a golden lanter up above.
And everywhere we look we see reflected
The goodness of our gracious God of Love.
Pamela Kennedy

Enter into His gates with
Thanksgiving and into His courts with
praise: be Thankful unto Him, and
bless His name.
Psalm 100:4

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little treasures I received from others

A couple of swap gifts and I made the rose pillow beneath them.

Special collectable memories