Bluebirds are singing their sweet song,

Sparrows are flying their mates all along.

Flowers are opening like great golden doors,

The toads they are croaking their beautiful cords.

Green grass is growing with sweet smelling clovers,

Now is the time to bring out the mowers.

God is so good to the people around

They are so blessed, with treasures abound.

Samuel Duarte


Sunshine Blogger Award


Thank you Odessa  for nominating me.  Her blog is  jillofalltrades2016.wordpress.com.


  • Thank the person(s) who nominated you in a blog post and link back to their blog
  • Answer the 11 questions sent by the person who nominated you
  • Nominate 11 new blogs to receive the award and write them 11 questions
  • List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger award logo on your post and/or on your blog

Here are my answers to her Questions:.

Favorite kinda meat?- Bacon
Favorite sport to watch?-Football
If you could go Skydiving, would you? -Yes
Have you ever went unconscious? (and how)-No
What’s the grossest thing that you’ve ever eaten?-Cold oatmeal
What’s the weirdest thing that you’ve ever eaten?- a dried cricket
Do you like hot peppers and hot sauce?- Sometimes
Do you work out on a regular basis?-No
What is your favorite hobby?- Reading or drawing
Favorite holiday?- Christmas
What is currently your favorite song ?(put a link)-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mynzbmrtp9I

My Questions-

1-What is your favorite winter sport?

2-If you had unlimited air miles what five places would you visit?

3-What is your favorite football team?

4-What is your favorite type of drink?

5-What is your favorite hymn?

6- What is your favorite vegetable?

7-What is your favorite book?

8-Why are looking at my blog?

9-Would you like to climb Mt. Everest?

10-If you could be invisible what would you want to see?

11-This is the end,how old are you?



My nominees:






A July Storm


On an afternoon in July, the hot day suddenly changes dramatically.  Dark clouds start to race across the sky.  The air becomes humid and sticky.  Suddenly all the birds stop their songs and fly for shelter.  The rain begins to fall, pitter-patter.   A streak of lighting flashes across the now darkened sky, making it light up in short burst.  Two seconds later, a loud crash of thunder rocks the entire house.  Finally, the hot spell is over.

By Samuel Duarte