First, she came for the abundant blooms of our daylilies. Thus emboldened, she stepped all the way onto the front porch the very next evening, and started munching on the begonias
You’re welcome, Sister Deer.
Continue readingFirst, she came for the abundant blooms of our daylilies. Thus emboldened, she stepped all the way onto the front porch the very next evening, and started munching on the begonias
You’re welcome, Sister Deer.
Continue reading‘Hey, Dad…I think maybe I owe you an apology.’
Continue readingUnsettling, isn’t it, to recall how “pandemic” took “pan de vida” away from most of us last year…
Boy, did I blow my chances to display a little thoughtfulness today.
Miracle of miracles: I sank a 100-foot putt the other day.
Working meat off the bones of a rotisserie chicken became something of a sacramental experience for me the other day.
What’s worth holding onto?
For example: An article I read recently about liturgical practice suggested – strongly – that holding onto another person’s hand during Mass is one area where I might consider loosening my grip.
There’s something notably touching about the story of Simeon, whom we are told was among the first in society to welcome the baby Jesus into the world.
It’s well past the mid-point of November, but there were flowers in full bloom at All Souls Church today.
I was about 20 minutes into the 25-year warranty on my brand-spanking-new half-moon edging spade…when the first crack appeared in the upper reaches of the blade.
‘Uh-oh,’ I thought. ‘This is not good.’