Last night a storm rolled in over the ocean. We were all in awe of the glory. We lined up like sardines on the back deck to photograph it from our individual perspectives. Johnny…
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It’a another cold, rainy Monday. They seem to come packaged that way. The flowers bow their heads under the weight of the gloom. “I understand”, I whisper softly. Yes, yes, I do. It takes…
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The thaw is never clean and tidy. In fact, it is muddy and messy. The smooth uniform color of the ice gives way to a myriad of textures and colors that are often undesirable.…
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It happened in a flash. My coffee cup tumbled over spilling hot coffee onto my books, my computer and the floor. I jumped up quickly to rescue my laptop grabbing kitchen towels to dry…
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I am grateful for the prayers of God’s people. So many people have sent lovely notes expressing concern and prayers for me and my dad during this very difficult time. During my morning coffee…
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This is the view from our tree swing in the woods when I let go, dogs chasing, me giggling, the wind in my hair. I find my childlike heart and everything feels upside down,…
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I adore Autumn. Nearly every afternoon in this season, I step outside my farm front door to this. Oranges and reds, purples and gold against the clearest of blue skies. I catch my breath…
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When Annie brought them home last week, along with an exquisite handwritten note, they were in full bloom. These crimson tulips tumbled together in a vase that matched their cheerful faces. Their song was…