her past is my past we are all like threads interwoven into the story that is hers each bringing our own color and beauty and gifts to the tapestry of all that has gone before we are us the ones who came young and left younger, not quite ready for what the world… Continue reading to the next chapter
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The Pineapple Story
Last Tuesday afternoon I stood out in the sun in the backyard at my folks' place, Blackberry Flats. The heat of summer was bearing down but the shade of the tree and the gentle breeze made it bearable. I was visiting with Mama's neighbor who lives across the road, and who has been such a huge gift throughout… Continue reading The Pineapple Story
Grass Clippings
It's that time again. Time to mow the grass. I suppose it's on my mind even more so this year because I am overseeing the care of three yards for a while. I am thankful for the folks helping me in this for sure. And no, it's not these guys. Thank goodness. As I watch the… Continue reading Grass Clippings
Beauty and Sorrow
Today was a beautiful spring day. The sun gave everything the glow of highly polished gold, reflecting the beautiful blue of the sky. The wind kept the sun's rays from being too warm. The day started off just cool enough to make me appreciate the warmth from the rays this afternoon. Lunch with my sister… Continue reading Beauty and Sorrow
I Might Need A Nap 