Advent, a quiet season of change

It’s been awhile since I’ve written, but I’ve been deep in thought this Advent. Many changes are coming to our family. Over the last nine years, you’ve watched as our children grew from tots and teens to adulthood. In May, Megan is marrying Robert. Brennan will graduate from college the same month, and Claire will…

Fall flower garden dance

A week ago, when I started this post, it was cold, bitterly so, after a very long and warm fall. Any tropical I didn’t get moved into the greenhouse froze. Deciduous trees and shrubs started their leaf fall and began pulling in their sap to wait until spring to rise again. The asters, garden mums…

Let me tell you a story

Instead of my normal Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day post, let me tell you a story. It’s a story that still gives me chills, but in the best kind of way. I don’t think I’ve told you all this story before, but if I have, please forgive me. The recent terrorism in Paris reminded me. This…

Blessed Easter everyone

I hope everyone has a happy and blessed Easter. We’re going to brunch this morning with family, and it will be a quiet time unlike past Easters. I’ve enjoyed the quiet. We went to Easter Vigil last night, and it was beautiful as always. Lovely to see people so excited to come into the Church….

Rain does a winter garden good

Don’t misunderstand me. We need rain spring, summer and fall too, but winter rain is a blessing beyond measure. In a land that hasn’t seen measurable rain for months, we are overjoyed. Oklahoma is in the third year of a crippling drought. Only yesterday, I was lamenting the dark red color in the middle of…

Falling for fall

What is it about fall that stirs our imagination? On Pinterest, the boards displaying the best of autumnal blessings are lighting up like candles. I have two myself, Falling for Fall and Harvest Time, and I may add more as the season progresses. From what I see, four themes dominate the natural Pinterest boards: fall,…

Merely sleeping

One spring, forty years ago, a young girl toddled after her grandmother in the small yard behind her grandmother’s white-frame house. The girl was five with plain, brown hair cut into a bob, and cat’s-eye glasses perched upon her nose. She wore black, patent, Mary Jane shoes which pinched her feet and a dress sewn…