A Shabby Old Book

A Shabby Old Book

I have a shabby old address book that is a real treasure. It has reason to look as tattered as it does. It’s on its way to becoming an antique. And, like any antique, the value is enhanced by the provenance. This  book’s provenance has more to do with life experience  than its origin. My […]

Just That Sort of Morning

Just That Sort of Morning

 It’s an Ireland kind of morning.  Cool and damp. Only, our dampness is due to a thunderstorm in the wee, small hours this morning. I never experienced a thunderstorm in Ireland, but then, I was there for only a week. It is, however, cool and damp there much of the time. Another difference is that […]

A Remembering Rock

It rests in my herb garden, a memory stone. It’s a reminder of a slower, quieter time, of the strong, good people who owned the farm which was the rock’s home. It’s just a dark rock, pitted by millenia. Cows’ and horses’ hooves have stepped on it and probably bare-foot children have stubbed their toes […]

Those Paper Sack Vests

This morning, my mind drifts back quite a few years to headbands and paper sack vests. Kindergarteners and Thanksgiving! It was a fun time and I have no idea whether children still do this or whether it is now frowned on, but we celebrated Thanksgiving, Pilgrims, and Indians. In the process, we learned some American […]

The Old Horse Swing

The Old Tire Horse The old tire swing that resembles a horse Hangs under the tall maple tree.  The children no longer climb onto his back And he looks a bit lonely to me. At one time my girl rode into the wind On make-believe trips through the town. She needed a boost to get […]

October’s Sun

October’s Sun

Sunlight warms the old railroad ties that hold up my mailbox. One of these days, those strong, square pieces of wood will tumble down, and they look pretty disreputable now, but I like them. They are weathered and rugged, they’ve had an interesting past, and even though their original usefulness is gone, they still have […]