• Cascades of Creamy Pink Roses

    Tucked away in my memories like lace in the linen closet are childhood visits to the neighboring farmhouse. Climbing the secret stairs under towering maples, my siblings and I knew to circle round to the back porch in search of chewy oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies and a coveted visit. In June, the perimeter of the old… Continue Reading

  • Come Walk with Me

    Down a two-trackin trail through the whispering pines to the crest of a hill where the morning sun shines. There at the top of a sycamore tree a red-breasted robin acknowledges me. His melody floats to the meadow below that shelters the promise of spring’s early show. A babble of bluebirds swoosh by in a… Continue Reading

  • The Visit

    Spring was here, and then. . . it wasn’t. Along with the snow, my older son returned home for a week’s break from college. Let the good times roll! He used to be such a big part of my daily life, but now I sit on the periphery and watch. Sometimes he asks for my… Continue Reading

  • Happy Holilays

    December 17, 2015 ‘Tis the green and red season. We are all busy. So very busy blooming in love and good cheer. With so much on my agenda, little things slip by. . . little things that feed my soul. . . like prayer. Who has time? As my soul is robbed of it’s nourishment,… Continue Reading

  • A Few of My Favorite Things

    December 9, 2015 Vibrant red feathers. . . and muted grey shadows, blazing orange sunsets. . . and silver-laced mornings, Yesteryears children filled up with sweet memories, these are a few of my favorite things. Girls in red dresses with happiness brimming, gingerbread houses with children’s sweet trimmings, heaps of confections. . . and bells… Continue Reading

  • Butter

    July 29, 2015 Look who I found hiding in the grass along the edge of the trail like a scene out of a Beatrix Potter book. So adorable. He lives along the shore of the pond near the pine woods. Hope (my puppy) and I walk through his territory daily. Many times I have rescued… Continue Reading

  • Peace in the Garden

    June 24, 2015 When I was a teenager Grandma used to tell me, “Don’t worry about what other people think because other people are busy thinking about themselves.” Now that I am an adult, I confess, sometimes I do worry about what other people think. Knowing my faults and limitations, my mind weaves a web… Continue Reading

  • Because it’s Raining

    June 15, 2015 Once upon a time, the lone toilet in a damsel’s castle cracked. It was just a sliver of a crack, but nevertheless. . . drip. No problem, thought the damsel, I’ll put this cup here to catch the drips until it can be fixed. Unfortunately, the cup runneth over sooner than the… Continue Reading

  • School Days

    June 11, 2015 There is a routine to dinner here on the prairie. It starts with Farmer Tom’s question, How was school? To which is replied, Good. Every single school day– same question, same response. So now that school is out, I wondered, what would we talk about? Surprisingly, it started out with the familiar,… Continue Reading

  • All in the Day of a Mother

    May 8, 2015 Last fall, my friends, Jet and Julia, flew south with their two grown goslings. In late January, they returned with those same goslings, plus one, in tow. The beginning of March marked the end of childhood for the goslings. Jet and Julia asserted their authority and kicked them all out. It took… Continue Reading