The grass, the leaves, the flowers are bowed down with rain. Thunder stomps across heavy, dark clouds. Rain is wonderful and especially so in the summer, in the month of July. The crepe myrtle’s blooms seem brighter than usual, the Jacob’s coat in its container stands out in the darkness. It seems that flowers are […]
Jul 17, 2018
The Mystery of the Swaying Crepe Myrtle
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A branch on the crepe myrtle just outside my window is swaying. What is making it move? It isn’t the wind. The breeze is still; all the other branches are still. It’s a mystery! (I think I know the answer–a squirrel, but since I didn’t glimpse him, I’ll just keep the mystery.) Mysteries are on […]
Jul 15, 2018
How Do You Look at Things?
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My sister-in-law Linda and I found these old glasses in their case when we were cleaning out Mom and Dad’s storage room. I know two things about them: they are old and I like them a lot. They did not belong to my parents and I’m guessing some previous owner of the house and storage […]
Jul 12, 2018
The Heat of Summer
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The Heat of Summer–that’s the name of the poem Nancy wrote. She read it to us yesterday during the critique, a beautiful poem, commemorating some of the favorite moments in these lovely days of summer. In Nancy’s busy life this summer, she has been to a women’s conference in Branson, Christian Communicators’ Conference, where […]
Jul 11, 2018
The Beauty of Brothers
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Today is the birthday of my oldest brother, Tracy. We laugh and call him the Emperor, the boss of the clan. It is also the birthday of my oldest nephew, Clint. In honor of this, I re-post an article I wrote a couple of years ago. My brothers and I often reminisce. Sadly, we don’t […]
Jul 10, 2018
A Murky and Mysterious Past
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He holds his head high, looking squarely at the world without shrinking. He has not had an easy life. You can tell that he hasn’t, by the battered condition of his once handsome coat. What adventures has he known? What has he seen? What caused all those scrapes and tatters? He knows, but he […]
