Autumn rain falls in the darkness of early morning. Leaves lift their thirsty heads, puddles form around the flowers, bowing under the downpour. There’s something special about autumn rain. It’s a tucking away of summer’s heat, sort of readying the earth for a new season. It is invigorating and lazy at the same time. It’s […]
Sep 23, 2019
New Season, New Outlook?
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Today is the first day of fall! Can you believe that summer has officially passed and now we are into the dwindling down of the year? Just so you know (and I’m sure you already do) Christmas is only three months and two days away. But, this is a brand-new season, and the outlook is […]
Sep 22, 2019
The Cloak of Invisibility
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This is a re-run of a popular post. It’s for those of us who sometimes feel as if we’re wearing a Cloak of Invisibility. Maybe it’s the white hair that puts up that Invisibility Shield; maybe it’s the wrinkles; I’m not sure what triggers this phenomenon. For example, in a room full of younger people, the […]
Sep 20, 2019
Coffee Keeps the Plumber Going
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Do you ever encounter a plumbing job that is small enough not to need a plumber? I do, quite often. I remember one in particular. A mysterious puddle appeared under my sink and my heart sank. Oh, no! How did water get there? Visions of plumber bills danced in my head. Determined to solve that […]
Sep 19, 2019
Imagination
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Imagination is a wonderful thing, a mystery. It can take you anywhere, to any place, at any time. Children know this. Teachers of young children know this. So do moms and grandmas. One of the things I miss most of all, since my son was grown a long time ago, my grandchildren are long past […]
Sep 17, 2019
The Time Tunnel
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Go with me this morning on a journey–not so far in miles, but a great distance in time and quite a giant leap in imagination. We’re going to struggle through years of wild undergrowth–bushes, weeds, grape vines, wild rose bushes, blackberry briars, giant oaks, and we’ll stop at the remains of a small, wood house. […]
