When I have nothing to say, I probably should say nothing. Which is the way I feel this morning. Maybe the actual truth is I have too much to say and saying it would be disorganized, jumbled, and not hold together at all. The dog walker just went up the hill, walking a dog […]
Jul 3, 2018
A Tight Grip on Freedom
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I hate war. I hate the thought of it: the separation from loved ones, the pain and death and cruelty and barbarism. What is at the heart of war? Why can we not live, each in his own country, peacefully? “War is hell,” said General Sherman. He should know. He certainly inflicted a lot of it on […]
Jul 1, 2018
Refrigerator Love
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Your refrigerator may be a shining white or stainless steel beauty. It probably is not a bulletin board, like mine. My refrigerator holds perishable food items on the inside and dear-to-my heart items on the outside. Pictures, quotes, Bible verses, more pictures, children’s handprints, priceless works of art, all together in happy, carefree abandon adorn that […]
Jun 30, 2018
Is Summer in Your Soul?
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“For him in vain the envious seasons roll Who bears eternal summer in his soul.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes, The Old Player Is summer in your soul? Is it in mine? I mean the best parts of summer–barefoot days, bees busy in the clover, blue skies studded with white puffs of clouds. I’d like to keep […]
Jun 29, 2018
Seems Like I Heard That Before, Sometime, Somewhere
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Today’s blog is a list of quotes that we’ve probably heard–or, maybe not. Anyway, I thought it would be fun to list them and see how you do. These are the possibilities: I Corinthians 13:13, William Shakespeare, Scarlett O’Hara, John F. Kennedy, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Sir Winston Churchill, Robert Browning, Victor Hugo, Mark Twain, […]
Jun 28, 2018
A Strawberry in the Sky
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Did you see that beautiful, pink strawberry sailing through the night skies last night? June’s full moon is called the strawberry moon. It is particularly lovely when it shines down on still, tranquil Little Sand Lake. And, the fire pot? It invites folk to come sit a spell and enjoy the serenity of […]
