and before you know it, it's the middle of January and you've only just put away the Christmas and so your heart would already be a little heavy-- touching her things and giving thanks that she shared them with you and all the memories attached with each little Santa or nativity or snowflake and… Continue reading middle of January
Oh such a lovely day. Absolutely shimmering with love and light, much like the fire I'm sitting by right now. In much the same way as the sunlight danced on the water at the fishing pond this afternoon. And just like the candles that lit the lovely old room where we shared stories and celebrated… Continue reading My Christmas Wish…..
Black bean burgers. Yu-ummmmm. I was so craving one. On account of my sister Mess Cat talking about making her own a few weeks back, I made up a recipe and cooked some last week. And they were some kind of good. And I wanted more. I went to the pantry in search of black… Continue reading Making Do
I was standing in the yard, I think I was at Granny's. But the trees were ones Daddy had planted, so they were precious to me. And as I stood staring at this one tree, it fell over. Toppled right to the ground. In that moment, my heart shattered. I fell to the ground crying. … Continue reading What True Love Looks Like
The first January 15 that I ever remember is the one when I was five. 1974. We were at my Granny's farm. Daddy had cows there, and I absolutely loved them. Mama had asked me to leave them alone and stay out of the pasture, as it was a special day. All kinds of goings… Continue reading Not just another January 15
This afternoon the crew and I were over at Leroy's and Mess Cat's house for a bit. My littles were playing with Shaker, running through playing some game that kept them entertained and getting along. *Win* At one point, our Princess came running through carrying something and the boys were chasing her. She stopped next… Continue reading Take Me Home, Kermit
Y'all have all seen the movie, right? National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation? In the scene where Clark W. Griswold has been working so long and hard to hang lights all over the outside of their house, and finally, after one mishap, then another and another, the lights are on. Power is diminished in the town, and the Griswold… Continue reading “The Little Lights, They’re Not Twinkling”