I’ve written before about how frustrating British banking is. I know they are trying to protect my money but compared to America, wow, the security is deep. My Pinsentry, well, all three of them, have run out of battery, (no warning low power indicator just a blank screen when asked to read my debit card),…

When I take my afternoon walks my eyes do the praying for me. There is no need for me to mumble my litanies, all I have to do is pay attention to the fields I’m passing through, the wild flowers, the snow on the prairie that tickles the bulls’ ankles, the trees providing much needed…

On my daily walk along the lane I am accompanied by Charlie, the golden lab, when she catches me, and Tites, Daughts’ lovely miniature schnauzer, when it isn’t too hot. Recently though I’ve been going alone and always, rain or shine, at the corner of Rigsby and Windy Hill I am chased down by Mandy,…

Hubs found a lovely garden decoration at a nursery somewhere and photographed it. “Wouldn’t this look good on one of our walls?” he asked. “Not the word ‘welcome’ but ‘Footlights’?  Possibly above an entryway?” That’s what I love about Hubs, he can see beyond the woods and has an eye for the fanciful! We immediately…

Our devotional this month, or however long it takes us to read, is, The Case for Faith by Lee Strobel. This morning I was reading the chapter, Since Evil and Suffering Exist, a Loving God Cannot… and found a familiar theme I’ve meditated on before. How do I deal with crises large and small? How…

Coming home to three cats is met with a Grand Silence. I open the door cautiously because once a barn cat always a barn cat…although Hubs doesn’t agree with me, “I think they like being indoor cats and don’t even remember their barn days.” “I think if a carpet can be indoor/outdoor why can’t a…

Living with the disquieting feeling that wherever or whoever you are there’s always somewhere or someone better, is part of the human state. “FOMO,” Daughts calls it… Fear of Missing Out. Those afflicted second guess their decisions, Always looking around for something better… gazing at the greener grass just beyond their reach. Wondering if just…

Our front screened in porch boasts indoor outdoor carpet made from re-cycled plastic bottles. Soft to the touch it is nothing like the green stuff we used at Collins. Madge, the great hider, has decided that the spare pieces we put down at the thresholds to our doorways are his to do with as he…

I tried three times to sow cotton in a little bed I had on the south side of my house. Simon had given me some seeds and I’d soaked them overnight in water and sown them in my carefully prepared soil. I planted a few rows of okra too, also from the mallow family, their pretty…

I find it very difficult to throw away an old pair of tennies that have done their job. I stash them in the garage and think, “I’ll wear those in the garden or when I’m painting or pottering around.” I end up wearing crocs or wellies, or cowboy boots.  The tennies languish in the mudroom…