Mother’s Day weekend has come and gone. It is hard to imagine that now on Mother’s Day I am the oldest mother in our family, the mother, and the grandmother. What joy mothering has brought to me. I was late in the game beginning at thirty with children, but what joy all four of ours…
The Year of Allowing
Beautiful Hope
When one is living in the third month of renovating an 1956 home flowers become important. The beauty they bring to the space brings hope. Hope that this home will once again bloom with beauty and joy. Les and I are perhaps among the weakest gardeners in the area, but we are hopeful. As the…
The Progress
This weekend marks the third month we’ve owned #TheTackyBrownHouse. I spent the fall in Arkansas with my father, he was dying and I wished to attend him as I did my mother eight years ago. The weeks had grown long and I was so very tired, and sad for losing my Dad. My father died…