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The Hope of Burying Bulbs
They ask me for tulips. Large brown eager eyes await my answer. How can I say no? The day is not so cold, and this may be our last chance to plant. "Which colors?" I ask. "Red," says one. "Pink," says another, "and yellow". "I don't know," says another one who doesn't...
Speckled Gold, #509-533
Speckled gold is the autumn landscape; speckled gold with dots of brown, shades of crimson, rust, and fading sienna. On lanes with rust-colored leaves, I notice the waning colors, and flaky papery leaves falling brown to the ground. Pumpkins aren't bountiful anymore,...
Drifting Camellia
A plane carries me hundreds of miles, flying faster than a bird, to my home. I had to fly to get there, nearly a thousand miles away. When I walk off the plane and into the airport, I hear the voices. It's the southern accent I grew up listening to, like a sweet sound...
Heavy Rain of Grace #487-508
A call comes that I've dreaded, one that I've imagined, but hoped wouldn't come. She calls and says it's urgent. When I hear the message, I brace myself, I pray. My mother says it's his heart, his blood pressure... and he was in the hospital overnight, and now he is...
Open {Day 22}
When I began this 31 day series of blog posts this month, I made a list of ideas for the 31 posts. I've used many of the ideas so far. But what has surprised me a bit is the direction that some of my posts have taken. I hadn't really planned on writing some of them,...
Relevant {Day 21}
Every Friday I participate in a five-minute writing exercise (click over here to go Lisa-Jo's website for the prompt and link-up page). The rules are to write for five minutes with no editing. The prompt this week is: Relevant. GO What's really relevant in life? When...
Laugh {Day 20}
I mentioned in a previous post this week that I enjoyed my father's sense of humor when he was here recently visiting. My mom also enjoys a hearty laugh or two when visiting, because inevitably something one of us does makes us all enjoy a good laugh. Laughter has...
Praying like Hannah
She prays so fervently he thinks she is drunk. She doesn’t speak out loud, just moves her mouth quietly, silently but in earnest. Guessing by the priest’s response (that she is drunk), I presume that not too many people actually come to the temple praying earnestly,...
Declutter {Day 19}
One thing that highly distracts me is clutter. The truth is, though, I still have too much clutter around me. I find that when I'm in a room that is clutter-free and clean, I feel much more relaxed. So my goal is to gradually declutter. I read a great tip on...
A Sweet Slumber {Day 18}
Sleep. Ah, to have a good night's sleep. I remember the season of life when I had newborn babies, and how I felt like a zombie during those days and nights of repeated feedings and diaper changes! How I longed for a good night's sleep! I can remember how good it felt...
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