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Friday, October 24, 2014

Friday Finds and Be Still 52

This week I spent several hours at Pinnacle Mountain State Park. It was a lovely autumn day. The air crisp and fresh; filled with the smells of damp leaves and pine. It was quiet. Only nature making any sound. I could hear the rustling of the leaves in the wind, the plopping of acorns as they fell, the symphony of the birds singing, and the scampering of squirrels gathering their nuts for winter. Oh my, how blessed I felt that this beautiful world has been created for me to enjoy. 

I found delight in the morning rays of sunlight.


I found delight in the mountain ridges.


I found delight in the rich farmlands next to the Arkansas River.


I found delight in the reflections on the still quarry water.


I found delight in the enormous hundred year old cypress trees.


I found delight in the fall leaves floating by at my feet.


I found delight in a gorgeous day.
I found myself in awe of the gifts we've been given.

"Every good and perfect gift is from above,
coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights,
who does not change like shifting shadows."
 James 1:17 (NIV)

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Sunday, October 19, 2014

Sunday Sundries - Edition 33

If it be not ripe,
it will draw a man's mouth awry,
with much torment, but when it is ripe,
it is as delicious as an apricot.

Those are the words written by Captain John Smith  in 1624 describing persimmons. I've only tasted one persimmon and it did draw my mouth awry. I couldn't get to a glass of water fast enough! I can't imagine them ever tasting like an apricot! When I see persimmons I think of winter weather predictions.


In order to find out the prediction for winter weather you much split the seed in half.

If there's a spoon shape it stands for a shovel to dig out of the snow. A fork shape means a mild winter, and a knife shape indicates a cold icy winter, where wind will cut through you like a knife. I opened ten seeds and eight were definite spoons and two could have been spoons or fat knives.


Looks like those of us in Arkansas had better be getting ready for snow and ice!

You can read more about persimmons and other weather folklore on my blog post from last year if you'd like.