As you know, I love to write. If papers were dollars, I’d be a wealthy woman because of all the notebooks and other written material in my house. Several years ago, I began keeping a book for Sara and Nathan. It’s sort of like a journal only it’s all about Sara and Nathan, the things […]
Apr 10, 2014
Those Cozy Critters!
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It would be hard to over-state how much I appreciate the ladies who meet at my house twice a month to listen, learn, laugh, and help each other sharpen our writing skills. We missed Nancy and hope her grandbaby is soon well. The news around the hundred-year old table went like this: Peg is reading […]
Apr 7, 2014
Monday Meanderings
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When April showers may come your way They bring the flowers that bloom in May So when it’s raining have no regrets Because it isn’t raining rain you know It’s raining violets This Judy Garland song by Silvers and DeSylva would certainly fit this morning. A gentle rain is falling and, sure enough, wild violets […]
Apr 2, 2014
Holding Up Our Hands
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“But you, be strong and do not let your hands be weak, for your work shall be rewarded!” (2 Chronicles 15:7 NKJV) What an encouragement when I was reading Scripture yesterday morning! At times, I wonder why I write. The rewards seem to be mostly intrinsic and, believe me, sometimes I get tired. I am […]
Apr 1, 2014
Tuesday Tidbits and Thunderstorms
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This tiny wildflower has finally made its appearance in lawns across this part of the country. I used to call them Johnny Jump-Ups but my mother gently informed me the small, four-petaled bloom is a bluet. They carpeted the hill east of the house at Manos Meadows. They are here in NW Arkansas too and […]
Mar 31, 2014
Monday Morning Meanderings
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Sprigs of yellow sunshine, known as forsythia, are announcing to one and all that spring is here. I tend to believe them, at least for now. True to the old saying, March did come in like a lion and it’s going out as meek and mild as a lamb. Of course, a niggling thought slips […]
