Dear Friend I hope you’re thriving despite this heat wave. The humidity and relentless high temperatures have drained all the energy out of me the last few days; it even (miraculously!) took a little out of my boys. Even so, we’ve been enjoying these high-summer days. Family came for a visit this month and the…
Reading through my news-feed most mornings lately makes me want to cry or go back to bed or both. Shootings, military coups—or rumors of military coups, terrorist attacks, militant protests, race riots, violence, anger and hatred. And that’s just the early news. I look at my little boys sitting at the dining room table coloring…
She gathers raspberries in white plastic pails
Anyone who knows me well, knows that I truly do prefer fiction to non-fiction. When those precious moments of free-time come around, I would much rather escape to some exciting time or place than spend time combing through the tedium of reality. (Believe me, as a mother of two little boys, I get my fill…
We took the boys blueberry picking earlier this month.
This lovely recipe is one I picked up a few years ago from the Gingercreek Cooking School. I pull it out from time to time when I have guests–it’s easy and especially good when you have a spare pint of fresh-picked berries in your refrigerator!
It’s the last day of the month and I’m still wondering where the first week went! It’s been busy around our house with swimming lessons and strawberry picking and family visits and tree-fort construction. The weather has been fine—if a little cool—in our part of the world. I’m sitting on my deck as I write,…
Oh Lord, Creator of blue heaven and whispering green leaves, Maker of strawberry fields in sunshine and the ripe scent of berries and earth, Designer of fireflies flickering like city lights In the darkening shadows of June evenings, To You we bow Created to Creator Humbled, Loved.
Do you keep a journal? I do–and I have done so for years. Looking through my journal from 2014, I ran across this: “This has been a year of emotional strain. Not that there have been any major upheavals. My depression returned at the beginning of the year. It pummeled my spirit with heavy fists:…
I like to laugh. I like humor and wit. When I find something that gives me that true belly laugh, I hold on to it. One of my favorite books is a little book published in 1962 by Virginia Cary Hudson, called “O Ye Jigs and Juleps.” Virginia Hudson, the writer, was ten years old…
Letters From Home 