When Thoughts Wander Off the Beaten Path

When Thoughts Wander Off the Beaten Path

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, […]

Listening to the Tick Tock of the Clock

Listening to the Tick Tock of the Clock

    Sorry; we have to go to the doc. I’d be there if it weren’t for the clock.                                                                         […]

Grubbing in the Ground, Sunshine in My Heart

Grubbing in the Ground, Sunshine in My Heart

Grubbing in the ground doesn’t sound like fun, does it? It’s hard work, getting down on my knees, scooping up errant Bermuda grass sprigs and weeds, gnats and a few mosquitoes lighting on my nose and forehead. My jeans get dirty, my hands get dirty, and it’s thoroughly wonderful. You see, I’m working among the […]

Voices in the Village

Voices in the Village

Voices in the Village is a fascinating account of life in a different time, in a different place. This morning, I am pleased and honored to present guest blogger Josephine Montgomery. Josephine was born in England and now lives in Missouri with her husband. She is the author of several books including Fitzgerald Hall, A […]

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow at Our Family Cemetery

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow at Our Family Cemetery

Yesterday, I thought a lot about long ago yesterdays, years past, people who are no longer with us, and the promise of tomorrow. The weather smiled on Decoration Day at our cemetery, a cemetery that six generations of my family have honored through more than a hundred years. The weather was perfect–so chilly yesterday morning that […]

A Noise in the Middle of the Night

A Noise in the Middle of the Night

The noise jarred my eyes open. I gasped and sat up. The luminous dial on my bedside clock told me it was two in the morning.      “Penny?” I muttered. “Did you knock something off a table?”      But the little cat was not on the foot of my bed. As I listened, heart pounding, […]