Meanwhile, back at the ranch …. she sat stoically on the winding stone wall along the ridge, watching us arrive and unpack supplies from the truck. There was a quiet calm about her statue-like pose which I interpreted as her acceptance of our presence, almost as if she knew our return was inevitable. She remained vigilant, her gaze unflinching as she contemplated our every move.  This grey fox displayed an unmistakable posture!

A silent sentinel, I thought.

It’s not unusual to see a fox at the ranch. We don’t know exactly how many adult foxes claim our property as their territory but we know for sure there are three! During this visit we witnessed all three together which is a first for us.

Sightings are a pretty common occurrence, almost daily, especially when we leave scraps out for them. They’ll gobble the food, ever watchful though, but when we approach they’ll turn tail and scamper off, keeping a safe distance.

The demeanor of this particular fox was different. She seemed more confident, allowing us to approach her with scraps of sausage without running away.  She seemed reluctant to leave at times, though I also sensed a certain air of defiance from her. She was determined to stand her ground.

A couple of days ago, around dinner time, we observed that same sentinel-like pose. This times she had situated herself a few feet from our deck, scrutinizing our movements in and around the house. Why didn’t we guess her true motives? Why didn’t we realize our fox was protecting something infinitely more precious than her territory. By now you have probably caught on!

Yes, once you know the backstory her behavior makes perfect sense. She is indeed a sentinel. A protector. This Mama Fox is guarding her babies. Her den (or one of them) is nestled under our deck. Late afternoon, on a couple of occasions, she and her adorable kits have emerged from their den to play in the sun beside the deck, while we looked on in delight.

Beautiful, untamed nature in the raw. What a joy to behold.

People have forgotten this truth,” the fox said, “But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. —Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. From “The Little Prince”.

It’s been almost 9 years since my beautiful mother went to heaven. I think of her often with such joy and gratitude. In my day to day living, even little things can stimulate remembrances of her that make me smile, or remind me of her wisdom, her indomitable spirit, upbeat attitude, her courage, her deep love for my dad and I—and for life itself.

There are days when I miss her more than words can express. It is only my heart that knows the depth of longing at those times.

On some occasions, my inner child, the little girl Anthea, simply yearns for her Mummy. Truthfully it’s been one of those weeks, the longing for her magnified by the approach of Mother’s Day. A hug, a touch, a reassuring word. A few minutes to sit on a quiet bench and chat about life in all its glory. Imagine that. A mother and great grandmother in her own right, still needing her mom. A successful, independent businesswoman, and to some, a tower of strength, pining for Mother!

No matter our age and stature, will we always miss our moms? At times, do we desperately need them? I certainly hope so. A loving mother with a powerful impact on her child can never be forgotten. She is imprinted in the soul of her offspring. In our hearts we hear her whisper words of wisdom, comfort and hope.

My mother loved flowers, those she cultivated in her own garden, but also wildflowers of all varieties. There was always a vase of fresh cut flowers in our home.

As a child I delighted in gathering primroses, bluebells and other wildflowers from the nearby fields and woodlands. A posy especially for Mum, presented with love. And, oh the unbridled joy that simple gift bestowed. Rejoice in the meaningful little things. 

Today, after several weeks of busyness, and this past week’s slew of unexpected challenges, I picked up my brushes and completed the watercolor paintings of primroses and bluebells that you see above. Flowers for my beloved mother. I love you Mum. xo

Happy Mother’s Day 2024 to mothers everywhere. 

And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Matthew 6:28

We can hardly believe it! Here we are in the Isle Skye on our trek up to the Old Man of Storr, pictured behind us!

We were asked what we had planned for our Diamond Anniversary, so thought you might enjoy hearing the back story.

In October 1963, Chuck placed a diamond engagement ring on my finger in Scotland.

On this, our sixtieth anniversary, the gift is a different kind of diamond. It’s a gift to each other. The Isle of Skye is our sparkling diamond.

The wonder of it all. Yes, powerful dreams can come true. Thank you Lord for granting the desire of our hearts.

Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. 
Psalm 37: 4

I’m calling this creation Journey into sunlight. From the word prompts for Week 2 of the #100daysofwonder2024 I chose the word “journey” as my creative inspiration.

After all, life in all its glory is a journey, isn’t it? It’s full of twists and turns, and roller coaster moments—bursting with ever changing shades of grey, rainbow colors, and varying speeds, always keeping us on our toes. Living in expectation of what’s next.

For several days this past week I was imprisoned by my least favorite chore—shrouded in a foggy, grey cloud of obligatory tax preparation. Yes, it was one of those “must-get-it-done-now” things so I wouldn’t have to face it later. So I buckled down!

On completion of the task I felt as though I’d broken through the confining gloom of a densely wooded thicket and stepped into the welcome embrace of a bright sunny meadow.

This painting depicts how I felt in that moment. It’s the scene I envisioned in my mind as I stepped from the murky shadows of the dark wood and into the sunlit field. Oh joy! Sunshiny yellows.

I slipped through a gap in the nearby fence to follow the grassy avenue, beckoning me to journey on—towards the light.

I hope your weekend is blessed with sunshiny moments of wonder ✨💛

I promised myself one miniature watercolor per week. Lol. Little did I know what this week would bring. Without boring divulging the boring details, I scrounged some time this afternoon to produce this little guy while the workmen hammered tiles on our roof. It’s intended to be a sparrow. You decide. It’s for sure a bird of sorts! 

From the seven words to prompt inspiration, I chose “sparrow”. It resounded with me after my unexpected crazy week. In scripture, Luke reassures us that not a single sparrow is forgotten, and God even knows the number of hairs on our head. That is so very comforting to me this week. How was your week? Here’s wishing you a wonderful weekend. 

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. —Luke 12:6

How does one find the words to portray sixty years of marriage? It’s virtually impossible! Wasn’t it only yesterday that we stood at the altar, so young, so vulnerable, so passionately in love, and so grateful to be in that defining moment, with our whole life before us. There, in that beautiful, 12th century English church, before God and fewer than 50 guests, we gazed into each other’s eyes and solemnly pledged our vows, declaring our undying love for one another. For eternity. 

It was a glorious day. The weather? Not so much. It was a cold, damp February day, but that mattered not to us. We were to be married. Our hearts were on fire.

It was a small wedding with only family and close friends. The church seated fifty people, but oh the history of St. Nicolas Church, at Forest Hill. Everything about our wedding was minimal, but our love was there in abundance. My dress? White velvet, sewn by yours truly on a hand propelled Singer sewing machine, decorated with a few covered buttons down the back bodice, and a strip of fluffy swan’s down to soften the scooped neckline. My head dress and veil? Borrowed from a loving aunt.

One groomsman stood by Chuck, his best man, and I was attended by one bridesmaid—my best friend since we were 14 years old. She was adorned in a sleeveless yellow gown that I had worn as a bridesmaid for an Aunt’s wedding two years before. She and my sweet little cousin, the flower girl, wearing a white velvet dress I’d made from my leftover material, shivered uncontrollably in the frosty air of early February. The organ music was beautiful and light filtered through the stained glass windows adding a glow of warm tones to the flagstones in the cool sanctuary. We sang a hymn or two, we pledged our vows, the vicar said a prayer for our marriage, and we place rings on our fingers.

Chuck gently pushed back my veil. The first kiss for his bride. We were married! Then off to a small reception at Studley Priory Hotel before leaving for The Shakespeare Hotel in Stratford upon Avon for our first night. As luck would have it, the proprietor saw confetti falling from my hat, and he comped us the honeymoon suite. What a gift!

And thus married life began for Mr. & Mrs. Charles Tripp.

Yes, nothing short of epic can describe the enormity of sixty stunning years of married life. The ups and downs and all arounds that inevitably are intertwined in a lasting marriage. The challenges and perks of a military life, the responsibilities and thrills of raising three precious children, the time invested and satisfaction reaped from building a successful home business. The sheer joy of loving our grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Generational love is the circle of life. So many stories we could share. And oh, my goodness, the meaningful moments, the millions of magical memories. Let’s not forget our hope for the future and the daily gratitude we express for being healthy. Best of all? We still have each other. Oh, how greatly God has blessed our union.

And, at the heart of our marriage, a faithful God. Our unconditional love has grown ever deeper with each passing year, through all the peaks and valleys of life. Thank you Lord for bringing us together and watching over us for sixty years, and for those yet to to come.