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Ten Things of Thankful: Mainly Photos Edition

Some weeks, I have plenty of free time.  I blog regularly, I stay on top of the housework, and I have time to think.  This was not one of those kind of weeks. I did think, "Well, at least I can get a Wordless Wednesday post up," but when I sat down to do that, I realized it was Thursday.  Despite being a day behind, I did steal a moment here and there to take some photos of things that brought a smile to my face throughout the week.  

I'm thankful for:

an unexpected flashback to childhood (I didn't actually purchase the Busy Box)

a budding rose
a hummingbird at the feeder

pink hyacinth

purple hyacinth

evidence that a raspberry plant is still alive

the emergence of the rhubarb

the hope of strawberries
a beautiful cloudy day
 Lest you begrudge my mild February, I'll have you know I am also thankful for the snow we received this week!  

OK, so maybe that's as close as the snow came, and maybe it caused zero inconvenience to me, but still. . . snow!

On a more serious note, I am thankful this week for a particular bone marrow donor, and for those who have been praying for my cousin.  

I'm thankful for friends both online and in person.  I'm thankful for the many examples I see of selfless service to others.  And, of course, I am thankful for John, who is my best friend and a great example.  

What are you thankful for this week?  Comment below and/or link up your own post!

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  1. Gorgeous pics, as always! I want to grow rhubarb, but I am waiting until my kids are old enough to reliably identify it. Maggie likes to try everything we grow.

    1. How lucky(?) to have such an adventurous eater! Good idea not to plant anything poisonous until she is a bit more discriminating. :-)

  2. I'm thankful that your photos show that Spring will be arriving in Wyoming eventually (okay, probably 2 months or more). I'm thankful for volunteer machine quilters who turn my quilt tops into finished Quilts of Valor. I'm thankful for the doctors and nurses I see on a regular basis.

    1. Your quilt tops are beautiful; I'm sure the volunteers just love quilting them for you!

      Doctors and nurses do deserve thanks.

  3. oh my the busy box is such a blast from the past! I am jealous of your plants and temps, but dont tell anyone I still wouldn't trade ... love snow... glad you got some...nice isnt it?

    1. I would have preferred being able to see flakes in my own yard, but I'll take what I can get.

  4. Oh yeah, I wanted to ask about your rhubarb. Have any new ideas for it? I havent even used it for the past three years... it keeps coming up but this year I would like to use it..

    1. I've never had an overabundance of rhubarb, so I tend to think of the tried-and-true things like jam, but I did post this recipe for rhubarb-strawberry crisp a couple of years ago:

  5. LOVELY pictures. I truly wish I could grow things successfully.

    1. My secret? Automatic sprinklers, and planting things that grow well here--except raspberries. Raspberries have always been an exercise in futility. I'm hoping this year is THE year!

  6. good to hear about your cousin...
    " I'll have you know I am also thankful for the snow we received this week! "

    (whatever onomatopoeic collection of words convey: affectionate disbelief of an assertion of a friend, akin to the famous Danny Thomas 'spit take')
    that is a great deal of snow in the photo....

    1. Yeah, I was kinda thinking my east coast friends wouldn't quite agree that "I know what you mean" in regards to snow!

  7. I actually prefer posts with pictures. Yours are beautiful.

    1. Thank you. Each one keeps me from having to come up with 1000 words. :-)

  8. A busy box that doesn't require batteries is a FIND!
    Snow on the mountains is important for people who live on a desert.
    I'm looking forward to seeing raspberries growing from that plant some day.
    I have a few hyacinths, pink and white, and their shoots are trying to poke up through the cold, hard ground. Of course, they got covered with snow yesterday....

    1. Oh, I'm looking forward to seeing raspberries growing on that plant, too!
      I think there is something just so hopeful about flowers poking up through snow.

  9. A couple of weeks ago I did an ABC of thankfuls in my journal...took me a couple of days but it was most interesting! blessings, marlene

  10. Ah...signs of spring...By the amount of snow we got in the last 24 hours, it's probably going to be quite a while before we see much. I have been seeing some robins lately, so that's good. :)

    Great photos, as always.

    1. Oh, I'm sorry. March is the month spring officially starts, so it is time for the lion to leave and the lamb to make its appearance. Sending warm thoughts your way!

  11. Oh Kristi... is that spring knocking at the door? : ) Great things to be thankful for. I am thankful that it's march!! : ) Have a great new week.

  12. What wonderful things to be thankful and you photographed it very well! I am seeing new growth here, too and we actually got some of your rain! My lawn is thankful for that.

  13. Your photos are lovely - the rose, especially, and the cloudy day and the snow-capped mountain are so beautiful. Hooray for spring trying to poke through. Now, we're expecting more snow here this week, but somehow the calendar in the kitchen showing the word MARCH on it makes me happy.
    That sounds like good news about your cousin, yes? Sending prayers and good thoughts your way there.


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