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This morning I had a nice walk all around town, up and down all the streets.

It was 32 degrees and though there was a little wind, it wasn't anything like yesterday.

For the most part it was just cloudy but with 2 miles to go

I started feeling some rain drops.  Very light rain and I didn't even get wet.

Walked around both cemeteries and the ball park loop.

A man was running around the loop.  Have seen him before

but don't know his name.

At the cemetery on top of the hill I met the Pastor of the church

in town.  In the above picture you can see the steeple to this church

in the distance on the right.

He told me he sees me walking most every day and we had a nice

little chat.  

It started raining a bit harder once I was back home.

Hopefully the rain will take care of the rest of the snow.

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Something smelled good when I walked in the door.

It was cherry tarts that Ken had made us for breakfast.

He does that once in a while and it is always such a nice surprise.

The temperatures stayed near 32 degrees,
and the rain landing on the trees gave them a light coating of ice.

Thankfully the streets were just wet.

Temperature started rising and the ice melted and it is supposed
to continue to get warmer this evening.
It is now 36 degrees.

I made some cookies this afternoon.
 They are called Forgotten Cookies and my mother gave me the recipe
years ago and I never made them until today.
They go in a 350 degrees oven which you turn off as soon as you put
the cookies in and then leave them in there for 8 hours.
So I can't taste of them yet.
I'll let you know tomorrow how they turned out.

Did a little reading and sewed more squares for the baby blanket.
The sewing of the squares always takes me longer than I think.
That's it for today.

Life is Good

Count your blessings

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"The sun does not shine for a few trees, and flowers,

but for the wide world's joy.

The lonely pine on the mountain top waves its sombre boughs and cries,

"Thou art my sun."

And the little meadow violet lifts its cup of blue,

and whispers with its perfumed breath,

"Thou art my sun."

And the grain in a thousand fields rustles in the fields

rustles in the wind, and makes answer,

"Thou art my sun."

So God sits effulgent in heaven, not for a favored few,

but for the universe of life;

and there is no creature so poor or so low that he may not

look up with childish confidence and say,

"My Father, Thou art mine."

~ Henry Ward Beecher