It doesn’t take much to float my boat. Little things that don’t matter a rip to anyone else, really make my day. Seeing my son walk through my door gives me a lift (the same goes for my DIL and grands). Being with people who share my interests is a real picker-upper. Reading inspirational articles, tips by other writers on how […]
Jul 20, 2014
God’s Subtle Blessings
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I wonder how many happy occurrences are directed by God as special gifts just for me? And you? I wonder if that safe trip to the grocery store, that sudden decision to take a different route from the usual one are actually God directing our paths out of danger? And we, like well-loved children, take […]
Jul 15, 2014
A Whisper in the Wind
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My dear cousin Brian sent me copies of articles he had found which first appeared in a Tahlequah newspaper in 1913. What treasures! News from county communities included quite a few items from Etta. At that time, my mother was seven years old. It was a glimpse into life a hundred years ago. A hundred […]
Jul 11, 2014
Feeling Spidery
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Some things in life I can’t change. Oh, I would like to change them, but they seem far beyond my reach. However, there are things I can change! My back yard, for instance. During the early spring when many people were shaping up their yards and gardens, I was sitting at my computer, busily editing […]
Jul 10, 2014
Wild and Whimsical
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What do they think about, these silent sentinels in my container garden? Three owls and a red and orange frog resolutely look at the world, quite at home among the herbs, sweet potato vines, and flowering plants. This little fellow with the stilt legs is the latest inhabitant, a gift from Dawn and the children. Nearby is […]
Jul 9, 2014
In the Cool, Cool, Cool. of the Morning
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Mr. Gray just came for his breakfast, looking hopefully up at the door. Nemo did not like it one bit and tried to push his way to the porch in an unwelcoming way. Nemo’s attitude didn’t ruffle Mr. Gray’s fur, though. He merely sat down and began crunching. I poured another cup of Folgers and looked out […]
