Yesterday morning (Wednesday) provided us some delightful wildlife viewing. The turkeys are messy, and not particularly welcome, but we nonetheless enjoy seeing the mamas and their many, many offspring sweetly clucking their way through the yard. And these large bucks show how healthy city fed deer can be!
When Meg and I arrived in La Grande in 1970. we had no idea we were coming to an area with alpine scenery within an hour’s drive. We had imagined eastern Oregon as sage brush country. Instead, we have lived in a beautiful river valley for forty five years, enjoying a wide range of outdoor activities that we can reach in less than a couple hours.
Anthony Lake, here in NE Oregon, spans Union and Baker Counties. Our sons learned to ski here, and we have enjoyed the hiking and rock climbing these alpine mountains offer. On Sunday, after church, we left for a wonderful afternoon of cross country skiing in sunshine after a fresh snow fall. Silence and awe surrounded us.
As the fall colors fade in La Grande, as leaves fill yards and streets, the western larch (tamarack) are just beginning to radiate color. These trees are deciduous conifers that shed their needles after a late fall golden display. In the springtime, the fresh needles are a bright pale green, offering a totally different sheen. The grow straight and tall, like candles, up to a height of one hundred and eighty feet. I love to wander in and around them in the Mt Emily Recreation Area, as the bright sunlight bounces off their needles.
“The creation is not a study, a roughed-in sketch; it is supremely, meticulously created….Even on the perfectly ordinary and clearly visible level, creation carries on with an intimacy unfathomable and apparently uncalled for.” Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker’s Creek I love that phrase, “uncalled for.” How can we doubt that a loving, purposeful God indeed created us for Himself?