Never give up

I've mentioned a couple of times how all my Norway Spruce trees seemed to be dying; it's disappointing because last year they were thriving. Still, I told Cliff not to mow them down yet, since some of them had a tiny bit of green. By "tiny bit", I mean four or five needles. But one never knows.

Today I was making an inspection of the sickly trees and noticed something promising on one of the "dead" trees.

Looks pretty hopeless, doesn't it?

But look! New growth! Can you see the green buds?

How about now? I can hardly wait for Cliff to wake up so I can tell him. Some of the others are showing signs of life, too.

In spite of strong winds yesterday, the tulips are standing tall and proud. You knew there would be a shot of the tulips in this entry, right?

Biker Sunday

I have a few pictures taken this morning, Biker Sunday, at Heart of God Fellowship.



The round-faced, smiling lady standing beside her bike is my former hair-dresser; she could get my hair cut in five minutes, and do it well. That's her bike with the Bible verse on it. One of the things they do on Biker Sunday is bless the motorcycles individually. Connie, her husband, and another couple, just happened to be the "blessers" when we went out. We all held hands and she said a wonderful prayer for us and our Gold Wing.