My quiet street glistens with rain this morning.The black asphalt reflects solar lights and porch lights. If the grass and flowers could talk, I imagine they would whisper, “Thank You for the rain.” And, guess what? Just as a reminder that spring is not actually here yet, we have falling temperatures and a snow possibility […]
Mar 15, 2014
Friends, Fellowship, Food
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“A friend loveth at all times,” (Proverbs 17:17). She doesn’t condemn, nor shun, nor preach; she simply is there, caring about me whether I’m right or wrong, whether I’ve had success or failure, whether my purse is full or empty. A friend loves me for who I am, not for what I can do for […]
Mar 14, 2014
A Good Day After All
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Yesterday, as Sara and I sat in the porch swing eating ice cream, I was reminded of one of my favorite commercials: a farmer has had a harrowing day of lightning strikes, being chased by a bull, etc., but at the end of the day, he sits down with a bowl of ice cream and […]
Mar 8, 2014
The Critic On My Shoulder
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My computer desk is cluttered–oh, not big-time piles of stuff, but to some people it would seem messy. Then, I thought about where I left the heroine of my current work in progress yesterday, and, although she has no idea of what is going to happen next, I do, so I considered ways of getting […]
Mar 7, 2014
Sunshine Casts a Big Shadow
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The sunshine is most welcome this morning. Yes, I over-slept, missed the darkness before dawn, and the sun beat me out of bed. Patches of snow lie on the ground, tattered remnants of winter, and by my mailbox, a brave jonquil has pushed through the ground in spite of the snow and ice, and the […]
Mar 6, 2014
Fun, Food, Fellowship
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Fun, Food, Fellowship–must be Fran’s. And it was. As a form of outreach, this wonderful lady hosts a monthly luncheon for women. It’s a time I look forward to, On the menu are tasty salads, soup, mouth-watering desserts, and a hot drink or water. Fran’s home is as inviting as her luncheons and, more than […]
