Just between you, me, and the fence post, I am tired of intrigue and secret maneuvers and people pretending to be what they aren’t. It seems to me that all this running around in circles trying to figure out who one is and what one is, all this bending rules, and saying, “It all […]
Feb 6, 2020
Just a Hint of Snow
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Trees, yard, deck are dusted with snow this morning. Just a bit. It looked pretty as it fell last night, but it wasn’t nearly the inches of snow other places got. I remember walking home from the school bus when I was a child. The bus let my brother and me out at the start […]
Feb 5, 2020
A Wider View of a Small World
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This is from a few years back: Have you ever wondered how God looks at His handiwork on earth? If you have gazed at earth from the lofty viewpoint of an airplane, you noticed clouds far below you; trees and houses that looked doll-sized. Is this the way God sees us? I am convinced it is […]
Feb 4, 2020
A Place Called Home
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Houses can be bought and sold, but homes cannot. Perhaps a home is no more than a few square feet of floor space but to someone, it may be home. Old houses, large houses, tiny houses and tumble-down houses have histories. As I pass them by, I wonder if love lived within their walls. […]
Feb 3, 2020
The Prayer of Cyrus Brown
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“The proper way for a man to pray,” Said Deacon Lemuel Keyes, “And the only proper attitude Is down upon his knees.” “No, I should say the way to pray,” Said Rev. Doctor Wise, “Is standing straight with outstretched arms And rapt and upturned eyes.” “Oh, no; no, no,” said Elder Slow, “Such posture […]
Feb 2, 2020
Groundhogs and Weather
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It’s Groundhog Day. Punxatawney Phil didn’t see his shadow. So, according to tradition, this means an early spring. Is that an accurate prediction? The answer remains a mystery. It’s fun to see what the folk in Punxatawney make of waking up Phil. It was snowing as a large group, known as the Inner Circle, in top […]
