September Garden Checklist
Instead of giving you an extensive to-do list for your September garden, I’d like to concentrate on one task, culling your perennials, whether self-propagating by seed or root.
Woman at the Well
I have experienced that sometimes if I hold on to my coveted silence, tuck my feet under and really nestle into it, I am startled by any intrusion.
Pimiento Cheese
School is back in session and you’re probably scrambling to make healthy, tasty lunches for your family. Each year we say, “this is the year I’m packing fabulous lunches!”
Quilting a Prayer
I’m into sewing and quilting on these blistering hot summer afternoons. It’s an escape into a cool air conditioned cave where I put my head down and get lost in fitting together color, shape, and a story.
Book Signing
What a day! How blessed am I to be hugged by a community such as mine?!?
Straddling Two Worlds
Do you remember that picture in the old storybook about Paul Bunyan, the legendary logger who was so tall he could straddle a valley with a booted foot firmly planted on opposite mountain tops?
When I am Weak, I’ll Stand Firm in My Truth Anyway
It seems like our American culture pounds us with messages to camouflage weakness, to vindicate contempt, to thwart persecution, to detour around frustration, and to blame away hardship.
Friendship
I’m watching my grandchildren making friends while walking through the minefield of Junior High School! My inclination is to hold their hands, not that they would take mine at this age, and absorb the inevitable blows for them. I don’t want to shatter their tender idealism about friendships, but instead I want to protect their precious ingots of innocence.
Popcorn Cake
Summer is winding down. The grandchildren are over and it’s too hot to turn the oven on and bake anything. What do I do?
Littered Rose Petals
In an old gardening calendar, a poignant sentence illustrating a pathway littered with rose petals jumped out at me. There was no reference to an author, but the sentence read, “forgiveness is the odor flowers give off when flowers get trampled on.” It reminded me of a discussion I recently had with one of my sisters about forgiveness.