Remember When
I have a post on Vision and Verb today about long-term versus new relationships and the power of stories that start with “Remember when…”
Tomorrow I’ll be posted photos showing the transformation from snowy winter to spring?
I have a post on Vision and Verb today about long-term versus new relationships and the power of stories that start with “Remember when…”
Tomorrow I’ll be posted photos showing the transformation from snowy winter to spring?
I looked across a desert terrain of cactus, bushes and trees, wishing I knew their names. It would make me less of a stranger. With so much open space, I expected to see some signs of life, as does the hawk circling overhead. Neither of us are catching sight of any movement, yet both of…
What’s this? Not much time to blog this week. I’m flying out to see my son in Oakland, California on Friday, so there are a number of work and home related things I’m trying to get done before I leave. Rush, rush, rush. Then, my Uncle Frank died Friday evening. Frank was a wonderful uncle —…
“That’s life, that’s what all the people say. You’re riding high in April, Shot down in May But I know I’m gonna change that tune, When I’m back on top, back on top in June.” While taking Java for a walk, I saw an elderly woman standing at her trailer with her horse. I was…
Okay, I’m warning you — lots of picture. We got more snow and it produced many photo opportunities. It didn’t start out so lovely — snow blowing and stair shoveling = not fun. But it turned out okay. Although, as I sit here with my aching shoulders and back, I’m considering one of those power…
Last night, I spent 90 minutes volunteering at “Feed My Starving Children”. A group from church went to pack food to send to Haiti. I almost backed out after a grueling drive home. A four car pile up added 30 minutes to my already long drive and I was a mite crabby. I know how…
My friend, Lynn, and I went snowshoeing yesterday. Granted, most the snow melted during a thaw a couple weeks ago and our most recent snowstorm didn’t drop that much of the fluffy white stuff so we could have just walked in our boots, but what fun would that have been?