I have been thinking about rainy days lately. In recent weeks, we have had our share of cloudy days. A few weeks ago, the basement flooded again. We had allowed the gutters to get clogged, so the rainwater just poured beside the house and made a mess. But that is not really what I have […]
It once was a yard. The lap that cradled a home. A place where children could play under the shade of big magnolia trees while the breeze shared the lemony scent of the huge white blossoms. Now the chainsaws and bulldozers are hard at work cutting it all down and clearing it off. Turning the
The black widow spider was lurking under the water meter lid. It was a perfect place. A dark, hidden recess in the ground. Protected from the elements and almost never visited by man. Almost. Typically, it is not my job to check the water meter, so I very rarely open the lid. However, yesterday I
What is it about Saturday mornings that I like so much? I think it”s that feeling of a day ahead of you with all sorts a possibilities. A day when I usually don’t HAVE to do anything. A day when I COULD do so many things. A day where I decide what I will do.
Yesterday, I heard on the news about a prominent athlete who “came out” and admitted he was gay. That was good news. I am all in favor of honesty. What was bad news to me was the way it was received. So many people were so supportive, from the President of the United States on
Dave and Barbara Mass lived in a modest house in the midst of a green and vibrant land. Trees, gardens and beautiful landscapes were scattered throughout the area. Neighbors were all around, each person tending their heart garden and working diligently at mind renewal. Then one day, they saw a sign proclaiming the freedom
I passed a dead possum on the way to work today. At least I think it was dead. Sometimes it’s hard to tell with possums. They act dead even when they have life inside. I know. I’ve met a few.
“Pickles” is closing. It used to be my favorite place to eat lunch. Then came the time when the hostess, the owner’s wife, left. The friendly service faded. Some time after that, the owner left. I don’t know if he sold the business, or just relinquished its care to someone else. What I do know is that
There is a church that I pass on my way to work. It still has a steeple. Not a simple modern steeple. An old fashioned, tall, spire-with-a-bell-tower steeple. It has a cross at the very top. I don’t know if I would agree with the church’s doctrine. I do know that outward appearances can’t always
The mushroom didn’t amount to much. It was just a small little toadstool with a white top-cap, speckled with a few green flecks. Most people in the park walked right past it, never even noticing, but not Brian. Brian was a very unique young boy. He noticed everything. From several yards away, his mother watched