Yesterday, I thought a lot about long ago yesterdays, years past, people who are no longer with us, and the promise of tomorrow. The weather smiled on Decoration Day at our cemetery, a cemetery that six generations of my family have honored through more than a hundred years. The weather was perfect–so chilly yesterday morning that […]
May 7, 2017
Tiptoe Through My Garden With Me
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My container garden is in full bloom, thanks to my family. Friday, the remnants of last year’s flowers still languished in flower pots, leftover leaves lay here and there, and everything was in need of help. Not this morning. This morning, the triangular area in front of my porch is awash with color and beauty, […]
Mar 18, 2017
Gathered Around the Hearthfire
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My guest blogger this morning is my niece Missy Albrecht. The stories are some my brother Tracy Day told her. They are family stories, handed down from generation to generation. Storytelling is the oldest form of entertainment and also of oral history, often told as families gathered around the hearthfire after a day’s work. I […]
Dec 26, 2016
Onward to Next Christmas!
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As my publisher often says, encouragingly, “Onward.” So, I’ll just do this little bit of looking back at yesterday and then move on, ever nearer a new year. It was such a blessing to worship with my family yesterday. The day started with brunch at their church then we sang good, old-fashioned carols and heard […]
Sep 23, 2016
Disappearing Into a Pile of Autumn Leaves
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Disappearing Into a Pile of Autumn Leaves Autumn is a nostalgic season, don’t you think? It’s a time of looking back at summer and realizing it has ended. Those flowers I cared for so lovingly will soon be a thing of the past. Times are changing, too, just like the seasons. I have a tendency […]
Jul 12, 2016
Old Barns and Life
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Last night as I sat on my deck listening to cicadas and frogs, I thought how many generations of my ancestors had heard these same night noises. These were age-old summer sounds: the jar flies as we called them, the frogs, a whole chorus of them. I felt as if I could close my eyes and be […]
