I sat in a rocker on my back porch as the sun set. Beneath a purple sky, geese honked and barn swallows circled overhead. The list of things I had not accomplished today loomed larger than the list of things I had checked off my to-do list. My chest felt tight with anxiety. Moving is … More Thriving in the Land of Busy
In the midst of Autumn I was on my knees for hours. Several bags were strewn haphazardly atop the fading mulch as I dug hole after hole. One hundred fifty tulips, daffodils and hyacinths were all nestled carefully, spaced just-so and put to bed for the winter in the hopes that they would reward my … More Winter’s Promise
I took my life into my hands and waltzed into Publix on Saturday with the goal of buying a smallish turkey and spiral cut ham (with all the trimmings, of course!) Wandering the aisles in no hurry, for once, I browsed the choices and compared prices. Too many leftovers would only sabotage all the hard … More Preparing for War
I took a short drive this morning. The speed limit is 23 here in our neighborhood. Not one mile higher. The teenagers find it binding, I find it delightful. I love being forced to slow. Rounding the wide curve, with the pasture to my right, I spotted a neighbor. Woolen hat pulled low to his … More Of Autumn and Rest
A few weeks ago I was the parent in charge of the playground. “Mama, we have to have someone watch us to play outside. Can you watch us?” I looked up from my book and smiled at my son. “Sure.” We left the room full of band students with their assorted books, recorders, drumsticks and … More Boys. A poem about…well…boys!
It did this mama’s heart so good. All seven of us, together in the same room as Daddy lit the first hearthfire of the season and we marked it with a feast, a liturgy and laughter. Chicken pot pie was the main dish, an easy dinner that brought everyone to the kitchen. Green beans were … More Hearthfire and Frost: Finding Joy in the Gifts of Autumn
The poetry bug has freshly bitten and I have enjoyed stretching my creative muscles, finding new words and new ways to express the things that wander through my mind. Here is one…about Autumn, my most favorite of seasons which has, at long last, arrived in Tennessee. As the beauty of my surroundings increases in color … More A Welcome Visitor
Summer went out with a hissy fit. The last few days were hotter than blue blazes. We sat, melting, on the sidelines of a soccer field and I drank a half-gallon of water within an hour plus I got a sunburn. Just a week later, on the heels of a thunderstorm, Autumn moved in. I … More How to Simply “Fall”