The maple trees in our yard put on quite a show this season – offering a late-arriving, but ultimately spectacular array of yellow, orange and red hues to delight our eyes in the autumn sunshine.
Alas, all good things must come to an end. And so I spent most of Saturday removing the leafy remains from the turf. Continue reading
There was an interesting “counter-flow” evident on the approaches to Chaifetz Arena, just ahead of the Billikens game last night.
“Sainthood is the call of all,” Father Brandon said in his homily.
Then he went on to tell a humorous story from his childhood – when his mother, frustrated at his youthful inaction in preparing to head off to school, cajoled him: “You can be a saint. It’s too late for me. But you, someday, can be a saint!”
A great mystery was on my mind as the grandkids arrived to show off their Halloween costumes this weekend.
We will miss you, dear Mary Miller! Our entire parish community was blessed to know you.
It was “all-hands-on-deck” this morning as Gerri and I teamed to whip up an apple pie from scratch.
…and a few weeks ago, our family brought forth in West County an offspring – the first of our three.
“Soon” came a bit too soon at our local Breadco as far as I’m concerned.
It’s a truism that a baseball game tends to proceed at a leisurely pace. (That’s how a fan sees things anyway. The disinterested might put the observation a bit more bluntly: “Baseball is boring!”)
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