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...

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...

Frost Doesn’t Reach…

“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken,...

Unseen Hopes

…But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? — Romans 8:24 Hope is the expectation in something that is unseen. “Who hopes for what he has?” Our hopes often lie in what we do not have. Our hopes can fall into any...

I am a Fraction

My youngest is learning about fractions. For example: If you divide a circle into four equal parts, and shade one of those parts, then what fraction of the circle is shaded?  Answer: 1/4 It got me thinking, though, about people, and how all of us are like fractions,...

Backwards

It’s Friday, and sometimes I like to participate in the Five Minute Friday writing exercise, hosted by Lisa-Jo, at The Gypsy Mama.  The rules are– write for 5 minutes, unedited, and then link up and comment on the person before you. Click the link to go...

An Old House

We join a group of others who are waiting to see the interior of a grand old house. Walking inside, the guide leads us through the dining room and into the foyer. I am captured by the wooden carvings on the walls, staircase, built-in shelves. I run my finger along the...