Several years ago, I posted this poem about the swing in my back yard. My grandchildren liked him but they soon outgrew him and then I gave him away so other girls and boys could enjoy him. But, I still remember that swing and I’ll bet my grandchildren do too. The Old Tire Horse The […]
A Special Blessing
The Lord bless thy bones that they creak not neither pop loudly when thou sittest down and when thou risest up. The Lord bless thine eyesight so that it can see the intricate workings of thy grandchildren’s technology. The Lord bless thy mind so that it understandeth the intricate workings of thy grandchildren’s technology. […]
A Summer Morning
Watering herbs and flowers on a summer morning has its own rewards. In the first place, mornings are cool and quiet. In the second place, being near herbs is reward in itself. They smell wonderful. This past spring, I planted an array of herbs in a large planter. They loved it there and thrived. Sage, […]

Small Lights
This is a dark, damp November morning. It’s the sort of morning when lights are most noticeable. My grandchildren put up and decorated the tree, decorated the mantel, and brightened the day. The best part was laughing and giggling together, putting new batteries in the Christmas tree train so that it had renewed life and […]
