Snow covers everything in the backyard. Yet, I can picture the furrowed rows of plumb, red tomatoes, ready for summer picking. I can almost taste the sweet meatiness of a beefsteak tomato, feeling the juice haphazardly running down my chin. Posted for the Weekend Writing Prompt for Sammisscribbles: Furrowed in 40 words.
Katie is grieving the passing of her son, Jake. With as much energy as she can muster, she has planned a wonderful service for the celebration of Jake's life. She will have the repast after the burial at her home, with food provided by members of her church who want to do something to help... Continue Reading →
Better to risk love Than to get left on the vine. Mama's sage advice. Written for Ronovan's Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #236: sage and vine.
This week, Douglas and I, along with the other Sunday School teacher, were told by our pastor to lock the church doors before we start Sunday School. Anyone who wants to come in will need to ring the bell or use their key, if they are a member of the leadership team at church. There... Continue Reading →
Pathways remind me of choices: which way to go to maximize a day's opportunities for reflection and fun? Pathways rarely used lead to surprising places and make it possible to experience views and create memories that few others have witnessed. Villajoisa, Spain: Roman ruins: Pathway to the past. Portimao, Portugal! Step Carefully! Elche, Spain: Which... Continue Reading →
I saw the door below in Quarteria, Portugal. I liked the beauty of the colors of red, green, and white. The red was especially significant, as it was the location of the local communist party. As a retired liberal, Christian sociologist (I know, it sounds like an oxymoron!), it appealed to me. The fact that... Continue Reading →
Matt loved a good mystery, except when it could cost him his doctorate! Jonathan King, that hypocrite of a professor who was always missing deadlines, is now acting like it would be the end of the world if Matt doesn't have the results of his research in by this Friday. All the brouhaha over the... Continue Reading →
Digging in the dirt, Producing beauty and joy. Wishfully dreaming! Written for Heeding Haiku in Chevrefeuille, January 16, 2019 by Mindlovemisery's Menagerie!
I laid in my bed all afternoon and evening, Like a lazy dormouse in hibernation. Having one of those electronics-free days, I was free from any cyber sensations. Upon waking from my long beauty sleep, I wanted to eat only what would please. So, I went to the fridge and removed An Ambrosia apple and... Continue Reading →
For most people, rejection is so painful that they cannot see anything good coming from it. But, I believe there are silver linings to be found in rejections, for the cause us to move forward when we fail to see that a pathway has been closed to us. For example, during the summer before my... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 