Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Of Life and Love
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Just as I suspected, I spent several hours catching up on e-mails last night. (Or trying to, at least. I was behind before I even left for vacation last week.) Two of them really stood out – enough that I decided to share them here, before I start boring everyone with vacation pictures and stories.…
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Their property backs up to ours. We've met them, but don't really know them. They aren't 'easy' neighbors, as in 'easy' to get to. There's a hill, overgrown trails, a barbed wire fence and lots of tree-covered acreage between our house and theirs. We've never socialized and our girls didn't either, although they were near…
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Yesterday morning as Max enjoyed his breakfast, I sipped my coffee and watched the clouds drift across an electric blue sky… a sky so blue I imagined God uploading it to Picasa and hitting the 'saturate' button to achieve it. Two Great Blue Herons flew down the Hollow in front of me, following the creek…
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…All of my life, you've been right here, holding my hand… loose when I needed loose, tight when I needed tight… but never letting go. I disappointed you at times over the years (Oh, yes I did and you know it!) but you never stopped believing in me, never stopped wanting…
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…is freedom's shield and hope." – John Philip Sousa Today is Flag Day. I almost forgot about it… How easy it is to get so busy with our lives that we take for granted those things which make it possible to move about so freely that we get too busy to remember… so freely…
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The sun finally broke through the clouds today… both those above my head and the ones in my heart. I can think about Frankie, imagine him in his place at the French doors and even look at his pictures without crying, thanks to friends who have shown such compassion and understanding of my sorrow.…
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I didn't sleep much last night. My eyes popped open at 1am and Frankie was on my mind, of course. But I woke with the memory of his closed eyes and my own words… "There were no marks on Frankie. No blood." I remembered his time-stiffened body, the dogs greeting us on the porch……
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There's nothing more terrible than finding the lifeless body of something – someone – you love. Frankie didn't meet my car when TG and I pulled up this afternoon, but I thought I heard him answer from the woods when I called his name. I went down to the house, greeted the dogs, gave them…
Long Hollow 