OUR ADVENTURES CONTINUE

Is it possible to be so Blessed?

We Wonder.

THE COLLINS' 

ADVENTURES 

continue.

Rick stays on the 

learning curve at 

THIRD PLACE

Feeding, capturing, 

drought, flooding

new babies, new antlers,

and more.

Another trip to

Argentina 

to 'hunt' dove.

More like.... shoot and 

shoot as fast as you can.

As for me, I get to be part of two great opportunities to

work with children whose parents attend CRM Conferences.

One in Estes Park, Co working with preschool children, 

another in Athens, Greece working with grade school children.

 Travis and Christin

enjoying the first year of 

married life.

Christin balancing job and ministry 

Travis intentional about getting 

the community going and growing

with travel from Vancouver to Denver

with new challenges of heading all 

 of NewMinster .

Brad and Kristina

 Nathan and Andrew and Kayla

make a house full of activity, 

growing and changes

and days filled with laughter.

Brad and Kristina 

lead a team to Argentina the first two weeks of June.

Nana and Papa get to play with

Nathan and Andrew and Kayla

Swimming will be a daily event

And there will be lots of fort building, 

car racing, bubbles, balloons 

baking and more.  

SPRING HAPPENS RIGHT BEFORE OUR EYES

Four seasons are not always visible or distinct.
In the desert  the changes are subtle, except for spring if there has been sufficient rain. Then dull green prickly cactus and trees display flowers and color, especially yellow with lots of pops of deep pink and soft purple.


At Third Place, it seemed that Spring just happened
right in front of our eyes. Leaving in December the ground was barren and brown. In March there was a
lush green grass everywhere. Not three days later the green was covered with a blanket of yellow.
                             

Robins, by the flocks flew in. They were everywhere pulling worm? from the ground.

One day, just at dusk, spotted through out the yellow and green, was a larger poppy like flower.  It was a one time showing, gone the next day.

A day drive up north to explore more little towns, the famous Blue Bells were just emerging. Their array not yet at its full potential but beautiful. 

Orange took over along the highway. Who spilled the paint bucket? 

The trees were so dry they left questions of  whether they were alive or dead. Then one day every branch looked fuzzy, covered with tiny little leaves.

Looking out over their tops across the meadow the brown was now light green. Within just a few days they were all filled out and thick.