I have a basket that I picked up for a dollar at a flea market and each summer I fill it with moss and plant flowers in it. This year I had an overabundance of purple, pink and blue impatiens so I planted them in the basket and put it in my flower garden in… Continue reading Withering in the Sun
We may not have all the answers or be in a position to change the anger and injustice we see, but as we continue in grace, God will reveal Himself to us.
Last week I had a pity party - a full blown, act like a three year old, sit around and sulk pity party. It was over a misunderstanding of a text message and was stupid. But for some reason I got down in this hole and decided I would just sit there for awhile, until… Continue reading Humbled
During this time when everything seems topsy-turvy, I am finding myself pulled to activities that are concrete and easy to finish. I planted a small vegetable garden, pulled up the weeds around my perennials and have flowers to plant when this strange cold snap is over. But this morning as I woke up to our… Continue reading Comfort Baking
Some days are yellow.Some are blue.On different days I'm different too.You'd be surprised how many waysI change on Different Colored Days. My Many Colored Days, by Dr. Seuss One of my favorite picture books is My Many Colored Days by Dr. Seuss. This is not your typical Seuss book with weird made up rhyming words and cats… Continue reading What color are you today?
I'm in the angry stage. I've gone through different feelings these past weeks, much like the stages of grief. I'm over the initial denial and panic phase. I've had times of sadness and depression but also peaceful times of acceptance enjoying the solitude. Like going through a time of trauma, the stages circle around and… Continue reading Social distance shaming
“I’ve cleaned everything in my house. I’ve run out of things to clean!” This is not a statement made by me. I wish that all that was left for me to do in my house was alphabetize my spices. I truly admire the Type A people with time on their hands during these weeks at… Continue reading One bucket at a time