These roses shouldn’t even have survived all these years. Their tenacity surprised me. Now, they’ve crept up past my bathroom windowsill and I see them every morning moving in the breeze. I was feeling a little sentimental about them.
Planting my garden this year was a small act of faith. I didn’t feel like working in it, haven’t felt like it for a couple of years, but so hoped…
The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever. – Isaiah 40: 8 Man, who is born of woman, is of few days and full…
The Blowing Snow Cardigan is live. I even had the weather in which to wear it Sunday. I literally sat in church, before my group of teenagers got in the…
I made my husband watch Downton Abbey’s season premiere Sunday night. Just cause. He asked lots of patronizing questions and nodded to my answers with affected interest. I don’t mind,…
