Running Ahead and Looking Back I used to think that mortality would go on and on. The starting place was clear but the finish line could not be imagined. I thought that I would always remember things. I could not imagine that things would change as much as they have. …
There is much more to planting a garden than pushing seeds into the ground. If you plant a garden with someone else, especially with someone you love, you just might find yourself talking about important things. That is because there is no clock in a garden and people forget about …
Grandma Took the Time Fast approaching is the Christmas Season. Reminders of Christmases Past are sweet and touching, especially when a little girl is wearing a Christmas tree on her head and Grandma’s apron around her neck. Spread throughout this blog are some of my favorite pictures of ways that …
Quick and Easy Family Treats I loved the idea when I found it. There is nothing quite as easy as making Rice Krispy Treats. They are so yummy and simple and take almost no time to make. I used a deep cookie sheet to make this batch and melted the …
The cycles of life and the passage of time are illustrated so well in the keeping of a garden. Grandpa keeps one faithfully every year although most of the food is given away. Children are fascinated that the food they eat grows under the ground. Harvesting potatoes is very much …
I sat on the grass, quite far away. When she picked it up I raised my camera. She asked what it was while knitting her brow with concern and confusion. I said it was a sprinkler like it should be obvious to everyone and proceeded to tell her more than …
Today she is taller and her violin is larger. Her arms are stronger and her fingers are tougher. Her proud teacher says that her wrists are positioned beautifully. Today she is dressed modestly and looks wonderful. Her long hair shines and reaches almost to her waist. She is thinking about …
My mother loved costume jewelry. Nothing she had was worth much in dollars, but her earrings have become worth their weight in gold to my granddaughters. That is because they don’t have pierced ears and they love to dress-up. It has only been a week-or-so-ago that I got …
FATHER by Frances Frost My father’s face is brown with sun, his body tall and limber. His hands are gentle with beast or child and strong as hardwood timber. My father’s eyes are the colors of sky, clear blue or gray as rain: They change with the swinging change …
journal entry: Wings. Everyone wishes they had some. Afton is turning five and her party is all about bluebirds. I made these wings for her along with a little headband, crowned with a bright and very quiet bluebird. I made a pattern out of card stock for the scallops …
