
Mindless Gardening
Last Sunday, instead of regular Sunday School, we had a potluck breakfast in the fellowship hall for all ages. I found myself sitting out of the way conversing with a friend who happened to ask me how I handled anxious thoughts.
Last Sunday, instead of regular Sunday School, we had a potluck breakfast in the fellowship hall for all ages. I found myself sitting out of the way conversing with a friend who happened to ask me how I handled anxious thoughts.
I recently read a few lines from Ralph Waldo Emerson in which he defines the word “success.”
My chickens are hilarious! Nothing deters them from announcing to their backyard world their achievements, contentment, needs, and wants!
So, this happened. . .one of my resident squirrels accidentally got locked into my garden shed overnight.
It was April, fifteen years ago.The bright, clear, expansive storybook blue skies and freshly cut, neon-green grass instilled wonder in my two toddler twin grandsons.
Charles Dickens said, “do all the good you can, and make as little fuss as possible.