I look out my kitchen window at the late summer border of my flower garden; in all honesty, looking awfully shabby and forlorn. I hadn't even noticed it in all the past months of worry. Too much focused on the dire all-consuming headlines which do so little to restore my peace of mind. The roses, bless their faithful hearts, are valiantly trying to put on one last show before winter arrives with its icy winds and frost. Abraham Darby and Emma Thompson, still bright with blossoms, ... continue reading...

Small broken things. I should have thrown them out years ago I suppose. They graced our tree for years until one frail creature after another took an unexpected tumble to the floor, suffering just enough damage to wound and leave scars, a broken wing, a golden shod foot now missing. My favorite, with her blue scarf, is missing one of her wings, a sad loss to a creature of flight. Those of you who follow this much-neglected space know that I keep the window sill above my kitchen sink ... continue reading...

Foxglove Farm Miss Marple "Agatha" May 1st, 2007 - July 15th, 2019 Dearest friends,  I have dreaded sharing this post, been literally unable to write it without so many tears that it became impossible to see the words in front of me. We lost our beloved Agatha July 15th, just a few months past her 12th birthday... She was beautiful and happy and her silly lovely self until the end, no struggle, no pain, the Lord answered my prayers and she went quietly and oh so so quickly, ... continue reading...

I walked round the house, filling feeders for the birds in advance of yet another coming winter storm, a chance encounter with a pair of snowy angels reminded me of eternity and to keep looking beyond all the busyness to what is truly most important. It's been a hard year. I've found my self whirling through the days each of which seems to have more on the never-ending list of To Does than I can ever accomplish. On the days when I'm leaning in hard towards Him, my desire is to share some ... continue reading...