What irony that I am posting this reminisce on the very night that my mom got into a carton of ice cream behind my back. She had no recollection of where the empty carton came from, but her tummy remembers. Continue reading “Ice Cream and Car Keys”
What irony that I am posting this reminisce on the very night that my mom got into a carton of ice cream behind my back. She had no recollection of where the empty carton came from, but her tummy remembers. Continue reading “Ice Cream and Car Keys”
Becoming alive again after a very long time
There's a book here somewhere.
ruminate vb. to chew (the cud)
Flora and fauna in a North Carolina garden.
Seeing God's Glory in His Glimmers of Grace
We're getting off the interstate and looking for life, love,and laughter on the back roads.
My plant obsession
The Power of Story
encouraging and equipping Christian writers
Your best garden tools and tutorials.
Honoring God every day
I found myself living and gardening in Sun Prairie, Wisconsin
Barefoot Lily Lady 