children's play stack best shot
Originally uploaded by DallanQuilts
(If I don't post once in a while, the blog will disappear. So, I'm posting.)
where a crazy quilt of a life is being stitched together with the help of heaven
(If I don't post once in a while, the blog will disappear. So, I'm posting.)
To celebrate my 450th blog post here, I am closing up shop. I have four spin-off blogs now, and they suit me better. So Cloudcover Cottage is hereby officially boarded up. I have emptied the fridge, swept off the porch, and snuffed out the lights. Feel free to pick up a torch and poke around here all you like. When you are finished, come on over to Seven Ways Simple.
Hope to see you soon.
Thank you to abrinsky for sharing this photo on flickr.
A church for your Sunday.
Thank you to omarrun for sharing this picture on flickr.
Thank you to sally monster for this picture. Take from it whatever meaning you come up with to make it applicable to this post. I just thought it was cool, so I used it.
Our favorite trombone player will love it if you visit his blog. He likes comments, too. Read all about his adventures at Scott's Happy Blog of Cruising and Awesome.
(Thank you to Ian McFarland for sharing this picture from Cabo San Lucas on flickr.)
Thank you to kev747 for sharing yet another beautiful photograph on flickr.
Thank you to kev747 for sharing this photograph on flickr.
Thank you to law_keven for sharing this photograph for Veterans Day.
The only thing I hate more than getting up to a dirty kitchen is . . .
cleaning up the kitchen before I go to bed!
How about you?
Thank you to jek in the box for sharing this picture on flickr.
Thank you to Walwyn for sharing this picture on flickr.
Thank you to Lightchaser for sharing this photograph on Flickr.
Thank you to Robert Silverwood for sharing this photograph on flickr.
Gordon B. Hinckley commented:
I have enjoyed these words of Jenkins Lloyd Jones, which I clipped from the newspaper some years ago. Said he:.... "Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he has been robbed.
"Most putts don't drop. Most beef is tough. Most children grow up to be just people. Most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration.
Most jobs are more often dull than otherwise.... "Life is like an old-time rail journey - delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed.
"The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.'"
("Big Rock Candy Mountains," Deseret News, 12 June 1973, A4; as cited in Ensign, March 1997, p. 60.)