Florida Sunset

I  just returned from a week long vacation in Florida.

While there I enjoyed a very nice sunset, which I thought I would share with you!!

Cherubs

Cherub

by JaNel Lechner

My love soars upon the wings of a cherub.
So precious, wings fully extended gliding
gracefully torwards you.
Circling around inching closer and closer to you.
Its wings closing, encasing your body
in its gentle warm embrace.
Angelic voices whispering in your ears,
about unconditional love and beauty.
The Heavens watchful eyes guiding you
to peace and tranquility.
Before the Cherub leaves, they tell you
how love is forever, a spiritual bond
And my love will always be true to you...

Getting ready for Valentine's Day!!!

Stone Grist Mill

Today the kids and I took a ride our to Lehighton. On the way home I stopped to take some pictures of the mill. I love going to this mill.

This stone grist mill was built in 1800 by Bernhard Fenner. It replaced an earlier mill built of logs by Jacob Brinker around 1750. From the Fenner family the mill passed to a relative by marriage, George Snyder; then to Romanous Snyder; and from him to William Snyder. It ceased active milling operations in 1954. The mill was next acquired by Eugene Haller, who sold it to Karl Hope. In 1974 Mr. Hope gave the mill to the Hamilton Township Board of Supervisors with the stipulation that it be used for only historical, cultural, or governmental purposes.

The mill was powered from McMichael Creek which is contained by a dam just to the side of the mill. There is an old railroad brdge that runs over the dam area and provides a great viewing point of the mill and the rushing water beneath. The mill was placed on the National Register of Historic Places in May 1976. In 1989, Hamilton Township received a sizeable contribution from the Robacker Estate for the restoration of the mill. The Hamilton Township Supervisors engaged Gus Roof, a millwright, who restored the millworks to a working 1700’s condition.

The field by the Mill

The house across the street.

Ice

 

 

 

The Winter's Spring by John Clare

The winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.
No flowers to please—no bees to hum—
The coming spring's already come.

I never want the Christmas rose
To come before its time;
The seasons, each as God bestows,
Are simple and sublime.
I love to see the snowstorm hing;
'Tis but the winter garb of spring.

I never want the grass to bloom:
The snowstorm's best in white.
I love to see the tempest come
And love its piercing light.
The dazzled eyes that love to cling
O'er snow-white meadows sees the spring.

I love the snow, the crumpling snow
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove's brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.

It is the foliage of the woods
That winters bring—the dress,
White Easter of the year in bud,
That makes the winter Spring.
The frost and snow his posies bring,
Nature's white spurts of the spring.