A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
Long time no Limerick!I decided that I’m not under “limerick law” and needed to exercise my rights to grace and freedom to NOT write a limerick EVERY Friday. However, I am without excuse to write today and I think Edith and Fran need to be recog…
Today, I’m wearing blue jeans and a pink t-shirt.
I’m baking bread and listening to the tea kettle whistle.
I’m listening to the boys argue over what frogs say.
I’m looking at a vacuum that’s ready to make it’s mark in my living room.
I’m…
The boys started swim lessons in June:
I don’t know for sure, but this may be my longest hiatus from the blog yet. I had not intended to take a break, but as life was happening faster than I could narrate I had to give in to it and just enjoy it.
In my last post I gave an account of gro…
I have not been anxious to catch up on my blog, and I seriously have not had enough time to sit and write. That often means that there are loads of things to write about, but I haven’t felt a back up and I haven’t felt that urge to purge my brain of all…
Oh my have the days been speeding by. I think my boys have each grown three inches since I last posted. It just seems that all of it is zooming past us and the more I try to take it in the more I realize how impossible it is to catch it all.Last we…
The drive home went well. We encountered very little rain and most of our trip was overcast so as not to further tire mommy’s already tired eyes.
I packed us each a sandwich, some fruit and a big bottle of water so that when we got hungry for lunch w…
The rest of that evening the sun stayed up long enough for us to get some nice pictures outside. I love taking pictures of the trees and garden…and the boys…and the calves and lots of other things.Like the field across the road…The bab…
As you know I went to Michigan over the weekend to see my niece Jessica graduate. She is my oldest niece and I don’t see her often as she lives up in Michigan and is 17. First there was an open house for her and another graduate which their church host…
I am stunned by accounts of Bob Clum
Who was stung by a bee on his bum
He swelled like balloons
till his brown pantaloons
Reached a point that they couldn’t overcome