Walking is the perfect way of moving if you want to see into the life of things. It is the one way of freedom. If you go to a place on anything but your own feet you are taken there too fast, and miss a thousand delicate joys that were waiting for you by the wayside. Elizabeth von Arnim

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Thursday, June 11, 2026

Poems

With it being 72 degrees this morning when I walked I
was thankful for the clouds and the nice breeze keeping
things nice and cool.


Started my walk going around both of the cemeteries.
Then walked down the road towards home.
Back to and through town over to the ball park loop.
Continued around the loop and then headed back to the pond.

 Rebecca was out walking and ran into her two different times.
John was out also walking Prim.

Not much happening around town, all was quiet.

😊    🥾    ☁️

My book club meeting wasn't held in the library this week
but outside at the park a few blocks away from the library.
We all brought our own lawn chairs.
The book club this month was different than usual.
We all brought a poem that we liked and read them aloud.
The poem I picked I had written down in a notebook where
I kept sayings, quotes, and poems from when I was in high school.

The poem I picked was
Life's Weaving 
- Unknown
My life is but a weaving 
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors 
He knows what they should be.
For He can view the pattern 
Upon the upper side
While I can see it only
On this, the under side.

Sometimes He weaveth sorrow
Which seems strange to me,
But I will trust His judgement
And work on faithfully.
Tis He who fills the shuttle
He knows just what is best.
So I shall weave in earnest
And leave with Him the rest.

At last when life is ended
With Him I shall abide
Then I may view the pattern
Upon the upper side.
Then I shall know the reason
Why pain with joy entwined
Was woven in the fabric
of life that God designed.

This first three lines of the poem I read and The Tapestry 
are the same and the content is similar.
Corrie Ten Boom is usually given the credit for writing The Tapestry 
but it was written by Gran Colfax Tullar.

The Tapestry  

My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.

Oft' times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.

Not 'til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned

He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.

Of the two I like the unknown version better so chose to read that one.

I finished the fourth and last diamond art bookmark this afternoon.

Hope you had a fantastic day.
Thanks for visiting.
HappyK🙂



Wednesday, June 10, 2026

1988

 My walk started out in cloudy weather.
Then it was a little misty but soon stopped and was just cloudy.
At the end of my walk getting back to the parking lot it started raining.
Perfect timing today.
Temperature was 67 degrees.
Late morning the sun came out.
We had periods of rain and sun all day.

The start of my journey around town was around both of the cemeteries.

This is the long barn seen from the cemetery.


The baby geese are almost the same size as their parents now.
Across the pond where you see the digging equipment is where
they are putting the new road in.


Continued my journey up and down side streets and over to
the ball park.
A baby chick had escaped again and I discovered where they are getting out. 
I tried to catch it and it ran here under the gate and back in the yard.


From there I walked back to the parking lot just as it started raining.

No one else out today that I saw.

😊    ☁️    🌸    🥾

Got some chicken started in the slow cooker first thing.
Then got some house chores out of the way,
did my exercise DVD, had lunch and then
my afternoon was time for fun.

This afternoon I did some diamond art.
Working on a set of 4 bookmarks.

June is my anniversary month of taking morning walks.
I started taking a morning walk all the way back in
1988 when I was 37 years old.
Some years ago I wrote a post about the history of me and walking.
If you are interested you can read that post

Thank you for stopping by today.
Hope you had a wonderful day.
HappyK 🙂
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