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Red in the blueberries, bidding farewell to the season Red on my table, my plate, and in a bowl (a bounty of tomatoes–all shapes and sizes) The red Cardinal Flower, last blooms in the garden Red near the park as the maples mark the cooler days And the best red I’ve…
I always come home to you, Your smile, your arms, your lips. Strong as the anchors of a ship, Tethering my wandering, wondering heart. There is a safety in our past, Landmarks of history, Reminding me why I’m here A…
Garden going in day May 2013 I feel bad about my cucumbers. Truly. They are my favorites–lemon cukes–so called because of their shape (round) their color(yellow) and their size (small).This year I have planted them three times. THREE.First time was a seedling–I know, cheating–but it was necessary jumpstart in my book. It was after Mother’s…
At the end of the road near our church is a county sign announcing the imminent construction of two more cell towers to accompany those already standing there in the woods.As I drove home after church I thought, “Why do we need four cell phone towers? There must be a lot of communicating going on…”I…
I pour lemon oil onto my dust rag, massaging the small table’s worn and chipped surface. No amount of elbow grease or lemon oil will cover up the wear and tear–scuffs from an old plant container, water rings from one too many glasses of iced tea, the solitary black circle from a dropped cigarette. Simply…
This blog post is part of Michelle DeRusha’s #MyFaithHeroine contest, in connection with the release of the book 50 Women Every Christian Should Know. Find out how to participate here. ~~~~~~~~ I went into labor with my daughter Leah on a waterbed at my friend Biana’s (bee-onna) house 35 years ago. I was watching the ‘Sound of Music’ and wanted to…