I’m Obsessed with my Grandchildren
The all-consuming love for my grandchildren never “grows up!” They mature in the blink of an eye, yet their tenacious grip on my heart persists incrementally.
The all-consuming love for my grandchildren never “grows up!” They mature in the blink of an eye, yet their tenacious grip on my heart persists incrementally.
One good thing that has come out of our pandemic lockdown is that many more people have discovered gardening since they’ve been forced to slow down and stay home.
I’ve missed hugs during this pandemic. Elbow bumps just don’t cut it for me.
This no-bake layered dessert is just right for a long, hot, summer evening.
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
We’ve been breaking one heat record after another in Texas this summer starting was back in May. It seemed like we skipped spring altogether!
This is one of those days that I need a vacation from my churning thoughts. I have a bad habit of solving realistic, yet make-believe scenarios in my head based on actual situations in which I’m currently a “supporting actor”
I was watching a documentary about the newly discovered 23,000 year-old human footprints found on the dried up Lake Otera in White Sands, New Mexico.
I recently read an article in the food section of the newspaper titled, “How not to Waste Produce.” I chuckled as I scanned the outlined points, because I realized that I was already implementing all the listed suggestions!
Think back on the people who have influenced you the most. Pull up their faces. Recall their imprints on your soul. These are the ones who go about living like “the lilies of the field,” simply and gratefully. These are the lives that mold and shape us.