Bread and butter, devoid of charm in the drawing room, is ambrosia eaten under a tree.
Elizabeth Von Antrim
Some of my thoughts on tea party weather…
I’ve just had one of the goldenest of golden days with my best girl friend.
She’s here from Australia, whence she wandered when she married her true love almost ten years ago. Every time I go up to her former home—almost an hour outside of the city and set on a hill commanding views of […]
After several busy weeks I’m sensing the need to pause and refresh the springs of inspiration a bit. Lest any of you fear that I’ve wandered off into some black hole in cyberspace, I’m only reading, journaling, trying to spend more time in the Word, discovering a new poet (which I’ll tell you all about) […]
I was remarking to a friend the other day that what with preoccupation with another friend’s grief and sickness of my own, I’ve been moving through my days more slowly than normal. Almost deliberately. Unable to process the next task till I’m done with the task at hand. Refusing to let my tired mind be […]
My best friend’s mother went to be with Jesus tonight. After a heroic battle with cancer she passed quietly from this world to the next, quite literally with her Lord’s praises on her lips. All I have been able to think since I received the news is that she is looking into the face of […]