Giant windmills by the Columbia Slowly doing the breaststroke, Over rolling buff hills that are sunning Past town after town and its townsfolk. Truck trailers, travel trailers, Zipping past chugging railers. Dams and rest stops, hot springs and buttes, Punctuate stories of curses and Aslan Tumnus, and horses and wardrobes of fur Grip us, spellbound, unfolding The Plan. Truck trailers, …
If there’s anything the Lord made clear, it’s that he strongly dislikes hypocrites. Last night I was one and I sure got what I had coming. I am a gardening nut. I could garden all day and all night if I could. But life interferes. A few days ago, I helped a friend, who has …
As I pulled up the bumpy side-road around 7.18 pm, I could see him looking up and down the road nervously. He waved enthusiastically and hurried up to me after I pulled up, shovel in his gloved right hand. “Well hi!” he greeted happily. He hurriedly took off his glove to shake my hand after he opened …
I dread his calls. My friend Josh is an older gentleman who lives alone in a meticulous house. He is a great guy but overly congenial. He is as set as cement in his ways and worships orderliness. He has a magnificent garden and enjoys sharing plants. I ran into him the other day and …
I stumbled upon this little mushroom growing parallel to the ground. Guess he decided he was not going to go the way of his heritage but try out a different path. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/heritage/
Careful now! I cautiously stick my big toe into the shower to test the temperature. Too cold. I jerk my faithful harbinger out and turn the knob counterclockwise ever so slightly. The second testing proves only tepid. I turn it up again and inch my way into the stall, I unwittingly touch the cold wall and breathe …
It inspires deep praise to consider the ways that you impact each phase of my life, this maze. I can’t help but gaze as you work through the haze when all’s up in the blaze that is life nowadays. constant love you rephrase feeding sparrows and jays on your sweet grace I graze you daze…, you amaze. …
I was bent over, harvesting asparagus yesterday when my sweet neighbor walked up to the fence and chuckled, “So… you might want to shut your windows tonight. We have a stallion visiting for a couple of weeks.” I laughed, gave her a “wink, wink” and made small talk. Well, I am not laughing or winking …
I belong to the Kikuyu tribe which is notorious for many things. Among it’s highlights is what Kenyans used to call shrubbing. Shrubbing is taking English words and Kikuyunizing them (or converting them so they contain distinct traits of a tribal language.) It is no fault of mine that I frequently say “clazy”. It’s one of …
My sweet Paul was very articulate at a young age. When he was three, Nana took him to her house for a weekend. He loved her cabin in the woods and came home full of stories of his imaginary friend, Ima McGack. He also had frequent encounters with his pet zebra and the zebra’s dolphin …