Rainy Sunday

It is a wonderful thing to wake up to the sound of rain, especially in July. This is a wet, cool morning, especially welcome because it’s in the middle of summer. My little garden in front is saying, Thank You. I know this because the flowers are lifting their heads, looking refreshed and revived. The […]

The Mysteries of the Summer Night

There’s a mystery about the soft, summer night, just after the sun goes down, before full darkness tiptoes through. Leaves stir with a passing breeze and flowers lift their heads to feel one last ray of the sun’s warmth.  The rabbit who lives under my storage building gives last minute instructions to her nest of […]

A Memory

Several years ago, I posted this poem about the swing in my back yard. My  grandchildren liked him but they soon outgrew him and then I gave him away so other girls and boys could enjoy him. But, I still remember that swing and I’ll bet my grandchildren do too. .The Old Tire Horse The […]

The Dinner Table

The Dinner Table

What has happened to the family dinner table? Is it there somewhere in the dining room, feeling lonely and neglected? In my opinion, it should be the focal point of togetherness. I’m privileged to have my mother’s dining table. It is well over a hundred years old, rescued from obscurity when she saw it on […]

Intruder

Miss Tootsie glanced at the three women who sat in front of the fireplace with her. The small blaze still put out some warmth but they were all three wrapped in quilts or afghans. The chill Miss Tootsie felt seemed to have seeped all the way into her bones.                 “You know, never in all […]

The Comfort of Quilts

The Ozarks Mountaineer was a wonderful magazine that, sadly, ceased publishing a few years ago. My piece about my grandmother’s quilts found a home in that magazine in December 1998.  This was a story as my mother told it to me. Today’s post is excerpted from that story. Quilting is an ancient craft which still […]