My Office This Afternoon

This was the view from my “office” this afternoon–any guesses where it is?

Here’s some “extra-curricular” photos from a few weeks ago. We have a new Verizon tower practically in our backyard, so I took Josiah and Lydia to take a look at it:

I’m sure Andy wouldn’t mind having that for his ham radio tower!

Ice

I mentioned yesterday that we received a shellacking of ice. The effects have been both beautiful and disastrous for parts of our area.

Here’s Ashley’s pix from yesterday…

That last one is my favorite–the bud encased in ice. Here are some new pix from today…

Between the sun shining on the ice and the trees literally crackling (and cracking!) it was a beautiful morning!

Proof Positive

There may be some concerned souls out there that may not think of the country as a “mission field.” That’s an easy–and probably common–misconception. Allegedly country folk are more conservative (which is true) and God-fearing (which isn’t true).

To help better educate your view of the need in rural America for new churches to be planted, I give you this piece of evidence, gleaned from yesterday’s work:

Windsor Pioneer Cemetery

Getting to this cemetery is interesting. Not only is it off a dirt road, in order to get to it you have to hike across a stream, up through a woodsy hill and then you see this:

One of the interesting things about this cemetery is that while there aren’t that many gravestones (at least visible), there are quite a few Revolutionary War veterans buried there:

As always, I enjoy reading epitaphs. Here are my favorites from this cemetery, preceded by their identification:

“Jon Higley, who departed this life May 3rd, 1817, aged 69 years, 6 months, who migrated to this state in the year 1804 from the state of Ct.”

 

Ye mortals, who are standing by

You’r born for dust, as well as i

As i am now so you must be

Prepare for death and follow me.

The age of man

Is but a span.

“In memory of Samuel Knight who died April 5th 1823, aged 23 years”

 

Go home my friends

Dry up your tears

For I shall rest

Till Christ appears.

–

He lived respected

And died lamented.

The identification for the next epitaph was worn away, in addition to a word in the last line:

 

Reader your glass will soon be run

Are you prepared to die?

Not all the gold beneath the sun

Your wants … death supply.

September Scenery

Here’s some pix taken while spreading the Word today–

An Amish school with lavatories [heh heh]–

And then home, to grill up some Slovenian sausages, courtesy of the Carlson farm–

Mmm, mmm, good!