Published in the Rains County Leader on March 14, 2017:
Spring doesn’t officially arrive for another few days, but the East Texas vegetation doesn’t seem to care. The daffodils came and went several weeks ago, and although I haven’t seen any yet, I’ve heard that the bluebonnets are in bloom. Blooms are popping out on a lot of the trees, and many of the others are taking on that pale yellowish, green color of fresh, new leaves. (more…)
Spring is my favorite time of year because it’s so full of promise. Although it’s been a little late this year, spring brings the promise of warmer weather. The warmth, in turn, brings the promise of new and renewed life as new seeds germinate and older plants wake up from their winter nap. Animal babies take their first wobbly steps in the sunshine, and gardeners begin to till and plant, claiming the promise of a good harvest. (more…)
This week I have spent some time exploring new blogs. One of my favorites is called From This Side of the Pond by Joyce Daley. Each Tuesday, Joyce posts a list of questions for a regular Wednesday feature. Here’s how she explains it:
Welcome to this week’s edition of the Wednesday Hodgepodge…I hope you’ll join the fun today! Answer the questions on your own blog, then come back here and add your link to the party. Oh, and go say hi to the neighbors because everybody loves company!
When I read her post yesterday, I commented that, although it sounded like fun, I wouldn’t have time to participate this week. However, after I read her answers this morning, I couldn’t resist joining in. So, here’s my first Hodge Podge Wednesday. (more…)
I haven’t posted since Monday. It’s unusual for me to go that long between posts, but that last one wore me out. Those of us who have loved ones who are in the end stages of any disease are grieving a loss that’s not over yet, so there is no closure. Sometimes it’s hard to think or talk or write about anything else, and sometimes it becomes a real downer for you and everyone around you, regardless of how loving, understanding, and supportive they are. So you try not to think or talk or write. But the human spirit is resilient and continues to seek healing wherever it’s available. I found a bit of healing yesterday as David and I took a ride on the Harley and went shopping for a riding lawn mower. (more…)