Eleven days, camping. Eleven days with friends, biking triple digit miles—some of them in triple digit heat. Eleven days of the very best sort.

Home now,

to mow our jungle lawn,

to arrest a weedy garden takeover,

to wash clothes,

to catch up, catch up, catch up.

To come around the corner of our house and find a glorious riot of roses, peonies, lavender

(mere buds when we left)

all blooming now.

Right now.

Unpacking can wait.

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Here are a few photos I snagged from the trip and posted earlier this week. (More to come :).

I count 15. (Way to go, parents. )

What’s the biggest brood you’ve seen survive this far?

“For nothing will be impossible with God.”

—Luke 1:37

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We’ve been camping along the Snake this week—keeping company with those the river nourishes.

Like yesterday: honkers.

Today: ospreys.

(Always: us :).

When the river feeds you . . .

“So everything will live where the river goes.”—Ezekiel 47:9

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Snake River Purse Seiners.

“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a net that was thrown into the sea and gathered fish of every kind.”

—Matthew 13:47

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Venting?

“Control your temper, for anger labels you a fool.”

—Ecclesiastes 7:9 NLT

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Wishing you gratitude and peace this week, no matter how much catching up you have to do.

Thanks for stopping by.

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