In my herb garden, right next to the Etta Bend rock, I have a sun dial. I’ve had it for years. On it is an inscription from a poem by Robert Browning, “Grow Old Along With Me; The Best Is Yet To Be.” I’ve always liked that line. I suppose that Robert and Elizabeth Barrett […]
Jul 30, 2013
Antique Little Girls
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In one corner of my family room, next to the fireplace, I have a cradle, several dolls, a rocking chair, some more dolls, and a table with old-fashioned, out-of-date, never-read-any-more children’s books. Book titles such as The Adventures of Johnny Chuck by Thornton W. Burgess, Raggedy Andy Stories, and Snip, Snap, and Snurr and the Big Farm by Maj Lindman. Never […]
Jul 29, 2013
Much More Than It Appears
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At first glance, it is just a rock, albeit quite an interesting one. It is perhaps six inches high, maybe 22 inches around it. However, you’ve got to understand that I’m pretty terrible with estimating distances, sizes, or what direction I’m traveling. This rock is here in Arkansas in my herb garden but that’s not […]
Jul 27, 2013
Loaded Down
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The Lord is sending us the blessing of rain. Weather lore or not, I think this is highly unusual for the month of July. Like the song, There Shall Be Showers of Blessing, we are getting those showers in abundance. The flowers and limbs of trees are bowing their heads under the weight of water. Which reminds […]
Jul 26, 2013
Got Any Giants?
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“Got any rivers you think are uncrossable? Got any mountains you can’t tunnel through? God specializes in things thought impossible. He can do things others cannot do.” –Author Unknown That little chorus is running through my mind this morning. Many of us learned […]
Jul 25, 2013
Gray and Ghostly
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It comes in silently, moves through the town without a sound, and crouches against the houses. It wraps itself among the trees and tangles among the branches. Now it moves a bit, thicker here, thinner there as a breeze rearranges it. Gray and ghostly, misty and mysterious, fog holds the city in filmy fingers. It […]
