Evenings are challenging at our house. As the sun goes down, Momma gets a little more anxious and fussy.
Maybe I do too.
I’m pretty sure that when I reach the end of this caregiving journey, I’ll have only a few regrets. One of those regrets happened last night. Continue reading “Seeing Through my Momma’s Eyes”
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 