We are supposed to have deer in the country but I hardly ever see one. With all the construction going on a-round-abouts I won’t be surprised if we aren’t graced with more sightings. I hear coyote at night, they sound so close, as if they’re running across our front lawn, but I’ve never seen them…

God messages me in many ways… When I take my mind off my fears, my doubts, myself, He whispers serenity into my spirit and shows me a playfully overgrown meadow. When I reflect upon His word and lean on His promises for my fragile life, He sighs comfort into the silence of my heart with an early…

Change is imminent. Having grown up in a terraced Georgian cottage in London (protected by the National Trust) that backed up to the convent school’s playing fields, there wasn’t much change being forecast. When I arrived in America some years ago I was assaulted by vast expansion projects; the razing of moderately sized houses to be…

I really enjoy the time of year when blossom covers the trees and transforms the dull brown branches into a picturesque pastoral scene. The first to arrive are usually the fruit trees up by the barn, delicate, white, wild plum, and peach, that last about a week before the new buds start to leaf and…

We will have been at Footlights four years this month and I have almost won the battle with the thistle that was overgrowing my pastures and meadows. At first they looked like forests of dark green and purple spears and I rather liked them but Hubs declared war with round-up preferring to nurture the blue-stem…

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My rock-climbing and co-founder of Window-to-the-Wild son gave me un-roasted coffee beans for Christmas with a modified popcorn popper to roast them with. I’d never roasted my own coffee-beans before so I was excited when Hubs and I decided to try it out last week.  Green, they looked like regular pinto beans, in fact, what…

Succulents are supposed to be easy to keep alive but I don’t really have much success. Partially because I have cats that love to dig in the dirt and uproot them… and partially because I forget them and they languish from lack of water in the brutal Texas heat. California I discovered, when I visited…

I belong to the Celina Garden Club which is held monthly on the 4th Monday morning. I invariably can’t make the meeting because teaching subs are usually in great demand on a Monday morning.  But I do manage to attend most of the summer and early winter gatherings. Last year I was at the meeting…

Rooster is my buddy.  He barks when he sees me and comes dashing across the barnyard to give me kisses and hugs and receive milk-bones and  the occasional raw-hide chew. For a few weeks he has been very busy with the triplets, Honey Bee, Drone I and Drone II, not his offspring I hasten to…