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Our trip to Patuxent Wild Life Refuge and the list that keeps on growing

Last week Tuesday was incredible.  The Sun was shining. The temperature was in the 60s.  So, I took J and A to the Patuxent Wild Life Refuge (K was sick and stayed home with my hubby, who was also sick!).  We had a great time walking the trails and taking in nature's beauty.  God's gifts abound there and it is not difficult to see all His gifts displayed in a place like that . .


521. Capturing beauty so close, while trying to capture the beauty that is far

 522. Discovering a beaver's handiwork


523. Boy wonder

524. Nature's bright colors


525. Minnows

526. A walk through the woods


527. Swans on the lake


528. A tree adorned with it own ornaments

529. A wooden walk way
530. The warm sun
531. pine needle carpet
532. The sound of the rustle of leaves in the trees
533. My 3 yr old who hiked over 2 miles and NEVER complained

And the other gifts that abounded this week:
534.  A singing at mass
535. ducks feeding in the canal
535. how the sun shone on the Potomac during the 1/2
536. the beauty of the 1/2
537. the old locks
538. running in a new location
539. being able to run long distances
540. not getting sick until AFTER I finished the race
541. a hubby who took care of everything while I laid in bed
542. the warmth of the stove
543. A new Joy Dare
544. a new hair clipper
545. My "men" with new hair cuts
546. a boy excited abut getting to "buy" and ice cream party
547. A eating dinner
548. A quiet morning

Comments

  1. These are beautiful pictures! I am loving this warm Virginia winter also.

    About the chicken fat- it may be gone rancid after sitting out for several hours, but I'm starting to see that it also may have been the flu. At any rate, we're on the mend and all is well! Now if I could only get the kids to drink my stock!

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