Glancing out of my window at a movement across the street, I saw a squirrel galloping…not scurrying nor scampering, but in a full-fledged gallop toward the maple tree in my neighbor’s yard. His frantic pace was not the only thing different about the squirrel–the tip of his tail was white. Never, in all my years, […]
Nov 19, 2016
Muddled Thoughts in Passing
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I haven’t finished my first cup of Folgers yet so my thoughts are understandably muddled, sort of here and there and nowhere in particular. Continuing the weather story from yesterday–the temperature kept dropping and dropping. Wind blew, sailing colored leaves like air-born boats before it. Cold! No rain, though. If some had planned to head […]
Oct 19, 2016
The Beauty of Blue Skies, Leaves, and Mushrooms
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Some days are so golden and blue-skied and perfect that I want to tuck them away in a book to open and enjoy when winter comes. Yesterday was one of those days. Leaves are falling faster now. They nestle on the wispy-looking grass, perfect covers for a beetle to snuggle beneath. As I put out […]
Oct 12, 2016
Prayer, Coffee, and Crises
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Flora Tucker believes that prayer and coffee can fix just about anything. So do I; only, I could leave off the coffee and know that prayer is the answer to any crisis. I’ve read a couple of news stories about Tim Tebow praying for two of his fans, at different times, who had fallen ill […]
Oct 3, 2016
The Hidden Things, the Secret Things
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As it turned out, Darcy and Flora’s family had its share of hidden things, the secret things. And, that July in Ventris County, just when they thought the storms had ended, another one appeared on the horizon. Reaching across the table, I squeezed her hand. “Oh, Mom, think of it! Think of the people we’ve always look […]
Aug 29, 2016
A Fellow Traveler Who Cared
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Yesterday’s Sunday School lesson centered around the story of the Good Samaritan. We’ve read it many times and criticized the callousness of the priest and the Levite as they passed by a man who had been beaten and robbed and left for dead on the roadside. The priest and Levite would have considered the Samaritan their inferior, […]
