In one corner of my family room, next to the fireplace, I have a cradle, several dolls, a rocking chair, some more dolls, and a table with old-fashioned, out-of-date, never-read-any-more children’s books. Book titles such as The Adventures of Johnny Chuck by Thornton W. Burgess, Raggedy Andy Stories, and Snip, Snap, and Snurr and the Big Farm by Maj Lindman. Never […]
Jul 25, 2013
Gray and Ghostly
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It comes in silently, moves through the town without a sound, and crouches against the houses. It wraps itself among the trees and tangles among the branches. Now it moves a bit, thicker here, thinner there as a breeze rearranges it. Gray and ghostly, misty and mysterious, fog holds the city in filmy fingers. It […]
Jul 24, 2013
What Is That Sound?
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Last night a strange rumble rolled across the heavens. What was that noise? It sounded familiar. Then I remembered. It was thunder and it had been such a long time since I heard it that I almost forgot what it sounded like! The Lord sent us rain. I don’t know how much but I do […]
Jul 22, 2013
Stormy Weather
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The wind in the trees is whispering ominous messages this morning so I went out and snapped a photo of the crepe myrtle in front of the maple in front of the clouds. Yesterday when church was over, I looked out of those huge windows and saw it was raining! My joy overcame my sense […]
Jul 21, 2013
Nature’s Helicopter
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My brother Tracy sent the picture of the Minnesota dragonfly. Now this incredible little insect is neither a dragon nor a fly but to a mosquito, it is might as well be breathing fire. Dragonflies are fascinating little creatures and this one was particularly beautiful with amazing green eyes. His eyes are one of the […]
Jul 20, 2013
The Shivers
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A lot of us like to read books of scary fiction. That’s the key word–fiction. If we know it is only make-believe and we are safe and snug inside our own homes when we read it, it gives us a satisfying case of the shivers. One summer years ago when I was visiting my brother […]
