Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
-
The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate. ~ Opray Winfrey I turned 50 almost two years ago, along with all of the people I went to school with. We spent a fabulous year celebrating one birthday after another, each time celebrating all of us jumping into…
-
I can't believe it's already Friday again, and I haven't yet mentioned what a fantastic weekend I had… a week ago! It was a weekend with friends, and that's always wonderful, but what made this even better is having friends meet friends meet friends… It started simple enough. Shari and Robert made plans to come…
-
Tom and I are pretty old and settled – it doesn't take much to entertain us. Since we're also pretty broke, that's a good thing. Taking a leisurely walk down our caliche road with the dogs on a sunshine-filled afternoon is a highlight of our weekends. That's how old and settled we are. We…
-
I spent two days witnessing love and friendship poured back upon a family mourning a husband, father, son, brother, uncle. A whole community grieved over the loss of one man, joined by family and friends who had traveled thousands of miles to pay their respects, impressing upon me visually what an amazing difference one man…
-
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Tom and I celebrated early with a walk through the woods with the puppies, where odd things caught my eye, like this branch and its shadow against the aged cedar tree… and this colorful cactus… And then on the road headed home, Tom spent a few minutes trying to free a…
-
I woke to a Winter Wonderland, Central Texas style (translation: an inch or so of snow) Not quite enough to cover the rocks, but hey, you northern people, don't laugh! It's like icing on a cake, and you know, icing makes everything taste better! Or in this case, look better… and also justifies freezing our…
-
What do you say when you hear a friend has died? What can you say? How do you dare mourn, or express your own sadness, knowing there's a wife, children, mother, sisters, nieces and more, tied by blood and longer memories than you have to your friend, whose pain you know has got to be…
-
In my laundry room, there's a huge old rug stretched across the concrete floor, and the room has been puppy-proofed to the best of my ability. Maybe not Belle-proofed (I think that's pretty much impossible!) but at least dangerous, tempting items like window cleaner have been moved to higher shelves. It would be such a…
Long Hollow 