When my thoughts wander off the beaten path, I wind up with a little of this, a little of that. Scattered, I suppose, is what I’d call them. But, there they are! Yesterday, I finished weeding the poor, neglected herb garden and getting new herbs into the ground. Nemo helped by sitting on them. So, […]
May 18, 2017
Thursday Rambles Over a Cup of Coffee
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Pour a cup of coffee, sit down with me this morning, and let’s ramble through some of the deeper points of life. Don’t you love it when you hear someone wax philosophical? I do. I like to follow their line of thinking. Sometimes it’s quite comforting to hear an honest assessment of life which boils […]
Dec 20, 2016
Tuesday Morning Medley
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With all the reports from friends of lovely things baking, I am convicted. Today, I must at least stir up some chocolate fudge. I like the old-fashioned kind that’s just cocoa, sugar, vanilla, butter, and milk. It isn’t hard at all, just takes a long time and when it reaches soft-ball stage, it requires a […]
Nov 19, 2016
Muddled Thoughts in Passing
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I haven’t finished my first cup of Folgers yet so my thoughts are understandably muddled, sort of here and there and nowhere in particular. Continuing the weather story from yesterday–the temperature kept dropping and dropping. Wind blew, sailing colored leaves like air-born boats before it. Cold! No rain, though. If some had planned to head […]
Oct 4, 2016
Thoughts for Tuesday Morning
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Tuesday Morning Thoughts This morning, as I listened to news about the hurricane pounding Haiti, I said a prayer for the people there. Many live in shacks that won’t withstand wind and torrential rain and floods. They are afraid to leave their homes, afraid their belongings will be stolen. Let’s remember them and ask the Lord to help […]
Aug 26, 2016
Thoughts For Early Morning
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We were going to do the interview via Skype but, somehow, I missed adding a setting, so Nancy Kay Grace came to my house instead. Sitting at the hundred-year old table which had never hosted a radio interview in all its long life, Nancy opened her laptop, clicked a few buttons, and we were ready […]
