“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” Margaret Atwood, Canadian poet Oh, the trouble I've gotten myself into reading "creative" magazine spreads and blog posts. I've melted crayons onto my ironing board, made cucumber cups that slid right out of people's fingers. But, hope springs eternal. Literally, as… Continue reading Appalachian spring
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Some sabbath whoo-hoo
“God never asked us to meet life's pressures and demands on our own terms or by relying upon our own strength. Nor did He demand that we win His favor by assembling an impressive portfolio of good deeds. Instead, He invites us to enter His rest.” Chuck Swindoll, American pastor and author I know exactly… Continue reading Some sabbath whoo-hoo
A bird party, a big bird party!
"To the tree! To the tree! ... What is up there on top of that tree? A dog party! A big dog party!" P.D. Eastman, "Go, Dog. Go!" When our daughters were little, they could recite Go, Dog. Go! from memory, the lines above being their absolute favorite. And, why wouldn't they be? It's hard to not enjoy the humor of crayon-colored dogs driving themselves… Continue reading A bird party, a big bird party!
Poison ivy is pure evil
“Poison!" Grover yelped. "Don't let those things touch you or..." "Or we'll die?" I guessed. "Well...after you shrivel slowly to dust, yes." Rick Riordan, American novelist There was a time not so long ago when I could pull poison ivy out of the garden with my bare hands. Other than a single bout with the… Continue reading Poison ivy is pure evil
