Yesterday, fog was rising from the fields. The world awash in sepia tones. Light shines at a different slant than it did just weeks ago. Birdsong has taken on an air of spring. And the geese are headed north again. … I had bundled up for my walk at the park this morning. Brisk but... Continue Reading →
Snow days.
What's your favorite snow day memory? I'm going to date myself, here...but I can remember waking up on those cold, white, winter mornings. The ones when my four siblings and I were all huddled in the kitchen around the AM radio, waiting for them to announce our school. Alphabetically, we were toward the end of... Continue Reading →
Letters of the battlefield.
We were looking for something to do. Something out of the ordinary. A change of pace in the sometimes mundane stretches of a Midwest winter. A fresh perspective. So we traveled to the site of historical reenactment. Nouvelle Annee: A French Garrison 1758. An opportunity to experience a winter with the French of Fort Miamis.... Continue Reading →
Boxed chocolates for sale.
A rainy afternoon. Not typical for January, but wet, nonetheless. A good day to get some things organized. Folding and arranging clothes in the closet. Moving things from and cleaning out the lazy Susan. A veritable treasure trove. It always amazes me how many small appliances and kitchen gadgets fit on those two enormous whirling shelves.... Continue Reading →
Postage due.
I confess...I love getting letters. I love beautiful artwork on postage stamps. But like vintage paper, the art of the written word seems to have nearly disappeared. A romantic at heart, I still enjoy writing long letters to friends. I pen a handwritten wish in my Christmas cards each year. The gene must have been... Continue Reading →
What do we do now?
The January winds howl outside in the darkness. Frozen rain taps at the window like tiny birds pecking for seeds in the snow. Branches creaking as they sway. Wrapped in transparent coats of ice, snugged on tight. Just yesterday, snow-melt washed the sidewalks clean. And the day before....winter's white piled high outside my door. How... Continue Reading →
And then there was Bob.
For as long as I can remember, she has loved to bake. When it's time for a gathering, her house is the place to be. She was born to entertain. Napkins folded. Silver polished. Placed neatly aside the crystal glistening on the table, the salad fork is always to the left of the one for... Continue Reading →
What if we’ve been subscribing to the wrong ‘resolution’ all along?
It had been several months since we'd gotten together. Life had been hectic for both of us, but we finally set a date for coffee. A dear, long-time friend. It was a chilly January day, and a wrapping my hands around a warm cup of cocoa sounded really nice. Add some inviting, it's-so-good-to-see-you-again, conversation and... Continue Reading →
The blanket that covers us when we need embracing the most.
Winter has entered in with her hush of wind swirling through the treetops. The night skies have become velvet backdrops for glittering diamonds. And all around, nature begins its descent to dormancy as the new year beckons. At first glance, all splendor has faded. Color has abandoned the landscape, and there is little to admire.... Continue Reading →
Christmas joy.
Mark 10:14 When Jesus saw this, He was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.” … May we always see this world with simplicity and wonder ~ as through the eyes of a child. Enjoy...... Continue Reading →
Breathing in the wonder that is Christmas.
Fog rises. My breath, frozen in the early morning air. The only sounds are of winter's twilight. A gentle breeze rustles the last remaining leaves. Almost silence. The lake has frozen over. Softly, water bubbles below the frosted surface. Ice forms, and the once fluid space becomes a new creation. The marvels of wintertime. It... Continue Reading →
What if Thanksgiving can be found in a cardboard box?
God sends teachers of all types. If we are observant students we will notice them. And if we're lucky, we will actually learn a lesson. Absorb a teaching. Come to an understanding that was previously absent. Sometimes our teachers are children. In them we witness the simple joys of innocence. The genuine gift of a... Continue Reading →