A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
A Tennessee Christmas is pleasing
It’s cold, but we rarely are freezing
But the months that come after
chill the ring from our laughter
and leave us all sniffling and sneezing
It’s COLD.
All the county schools are closed, even a lot of the pr…
It’s been a busy day. We started out early so that we could get Kris to the airport before we took Owen to school. As I’m getting the boys dressed Kris yelled up the stairs to tell me that there is ice on The Stones River Bridge on I-40 and traffic is…
Amber and I had such a good time sewing together the other night and discussed the revival of our Sewing Party that seemed to fizzle out last winter. It had gone on for so long and seen so many good times that it broke my heart thinking about it almost…
There once was a girl named Rose
Sweet sonnets of love she’d compose
But when she recited
Love stayed unrequited
And she blamed the men that she chose
Ah, poor Rose. Ever the optimist in herself, she is doomed to forever be disappointed in other…
I would love to wake up some winter morning and find that there are lights on somewhere. That someone has gotten up before me and built a beautiful fire, made me some wintertime tea with honey and prepared breakfast for the whole family. I would sip my…
I have whirly twirly ideas spinning in my head and I need a break. I start to get overwhelmed by them and feel guilty for not acting on them…regardless of their ridiculous nature. I’ve started passing my ideas on to other people lately, in hopes that…
Tim and Kristy have gone on to do more visiting elsewhere in the States, dad went home for a while, Kris’ parents left yesterday morning at 7:00 and his brother and sister-in-law soon after at 8:00. Then we scurried. We were like squirrels hoarding min…
Stretched out before in solid hues of green and yellow gold,
The days beyond are limitless in view.
No hardened line of mount or crag no trees obscure or hold,
There is no sense of anything to do.
The grasses sway and I may dance along if I am bent…
I guess you could say we are still celebrating around here. I saw my sister and brother in law, Kristy and Timothy, this afternoon for the last time in a good while. They are heading off to visit more relatives soon and then off to their little home in…
A dear soul whose name is Corlene
Is master of art left unseen
Heaven’s gallery’s hold
Every brush stroke so bold
Yet in this life the canvas is clean
On Sunday Corlene Schulz will have a birthday. The only reason I remember it each year is becau…