I sat on the back patio in the late afternoon, watching the grass dry up and die in the heat and the leaves on the tulip poplar turn yellow and brown. The new dogwoods suffered too, not even six…
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Try this, friends, when no one is around…
Perhaps you are up early, dear friend, as I am. Perhaps you have a moment to call your own before the day begins. I’d love to share some music and poetry and a book with you. Plus the bald eagle…
Sometimes the past reaches out and whispers words of peace. It whispers, strangely and beautifully, in my in-box. I’d love to share a poem written in 1924 by Hazel Wood, featured this week at the website Poem-A-Day.
Today’s poem is brought to you from three graveyards, a hymnal, and a free-range rooster.
In the season of blood red tulips and purple splotched petunias from Kroger,
I hope you’ll enjoy this poem as much as I did. As the poet asks – What makes living worth falling?
Today’s post is for my sister – beautiful in sickness and in health. The skies are dark The branches bare – My sister is not well. Branches bear the weight of night –My sister is not well. Thank you, Nature,…
*please forgive, technical error, more later.