Sunrise Every Morning

 Now I ask you, how would it be possible to arrive at my destination with a grumpy and surly attitude after having been regaled with this amazingly beautiful sunrise as I journed eastward? Well, I don't think it is possible. I kept remembering this song:




The steadfast love of the Lord never faileth. His mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning, new every morning...great is Thy faithfulness, Oh Lord. Great is Thy faithfulness!

It's a good thing I left the house early, because that way I had time to pull off the road and take pictures. On second thought, if I hadn't left home early, I would have missed it entirely.

Pecan Canoe

Our pecan tree decided to drop all its leaves and pecans overnight, or at least that's what it seemed like. On Thanksgiving day they were hanging on, but one cold night and--kazaam--they came tumbling off so fast we could sit inside and watch them fall, floating and diving to land gently below. Now this generated a problem: the pecans and the leaves were mixed thoroughly. Winnowing the leaves with a shovel worked, but who has the energy for that? Our son-in-law, Art, tried for a while, but soon decided there had to be a more practical solution.

So the next step was loading the canoe with piles of the mixed matter, using a leaf blower to eject the chaff, and watching while the heavier pecans rolled down to the lower end of the boat. I'm sure canoe makers everywhere are shuddering, but hey, it sure beats crawling around on the lawn and picking them up one at a time.