As young children, we were taught a prayer by our mother that we said every night while being tucked into bed; my sister CJ and I also taught it to our children. When I wrote the title for these pictures, it gently rose to the surface as a sweet memory.
Dear Lord, we thank Thee for the night, and for the pleasant morning light; for rest and food and loving care and all that makes this world so faire. Help us to do the things we should, to be to others kind and good; in all we do at work or play, to grow more loving every day. Amen.
I believe this little bird is McCoy. It's notched, and was made to sit on flower pots.


Ah, I like this post. I would say that little birdie is the real McCoy, bathing in sunlight on one of the prettiest pieces of pottery I have ever seen!
ReplyDeleteAs far as I know, there wasn't much of anything to protect from quakes in the old days except not placing delicate items in precarious places. And, since much of the building structure was not quake safe, the items may have been buried in rubble.
Keep sharing,
KJ
Hello Susy!
ReplyDeleteWelcome to blogland! It is always a treat when I am introduced to another lovely place to visit. My long time blogging pal and friend Karen of eye-dyllic shared your new blog with me and I am most certainly happy that she did:o)
What a sweet little bird and love your pottery, very pretty. I still remember the little prayer we as children would say before bed time.
Again, it is wonderful to have met you and hope you drop by for a visit soon. Take care.
Smiles.....
Beverly
I posted a piece about your new blog with a very special photo!
ReplyDeleteKJ
So nice to meet you!
ReplyDeleteYour blog is lovely and this post very sweet. I cling to the last verse you have shared...we have three awesome teens. All of whom have professed their faith.
Becky K.