Today is Good Friday; a German word for it is Karfreitag, sorrowful Friday. Some people believe it once was called God’s Friday. It was the day Jesus died for sinful humanity and is the beginning of the Easter weekend. I don’t like to think about the crucifixion. Oh, I love thinking about the Resurrection and the Lord’s […]
Apr 13, 2017
She Battles the Buttercups
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Carolyn loves her farm, but she does not love the buttercups that grow in wild profusion in her pasture. Why? They crowd out the grass and the cows don’t like those tiny yellow flowers that glisten in the sun like freshly churned butter. So, in order for the cows to have nice, nutritious blades of […]
Apr 12, 2017
A Frightfully Cozy Countdown
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The countdown is on for the release of By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. And, wait til you see the cover. I love it. The picture tells a story in itself. Take a good look at the poster from my publisher. Does it whet your curiosity? We’ve all heard the adage, “You can’t tell a book […]
Apr 11, 2017
The House I Live In
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Yesterday, as I drove back from Oklahoma, I heard Frank Sinatra sing, The House I Live In. It’s a stirring song about America and many of the things that are right about our country. The song seemed particularly appropriate because I had just driven through some beautiful countryside and was thinking about the beauty of springtime […]
Apr 10, 2017
The Bush That Almost Wasn’t
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Trees, flowers, bushes all are important and should be cared for, not taken out unless there’s a good reason. Especially those belonging to me! That’s why yesterday’s bush escapade was, while not dramatic, pretty amusing. It was Sunday. I was still in my housecoat when I heard a truck stop out front. Curious about who […]
Apr 9, 2017
Grow Old Along With Me
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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 Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning […]
