By silent consent the Egrets Rise

Welcome spring, into my yard, Makes me want to be a bard; So much joy within my heart Welcome spring, for this new start.   Not an elegant poem, I must admit, but simplicity is how many of us started our love for poetry with the nursery rhymes of Mother Goose. I think everyone has a short poem they can remember, even if it is a silly limerick or advertising jingle. April is the perfect time to remember the odd, or awed, poems in our lives as we celebrate National Poetry Month.   Established in 1996...read more

The end of last year was a time of loss, but ready to bring forth new beginnings. The loss of my father shortly before Thanksgiving Day hit us hard, then there was much to attend to at the start of what should be a joyous season. But thanksgiving came to us in knowing that Dad was no longer in pain and that he was happy and healthy before the Lord and with his beloved wife, our dear mother. And we were able to celebrate the birth of our Savior with most of our remaining family.   On New Year's Eve, our son...read more

October—school in session, football season in bloom, cool mornings, and today we have a gentle rain; yes! This is my time of year—not so hot, not yet cold, but just right. Soon the leaves will be turning to their yellow and rust colors in my area, while the gold and copper leaves of the aspen highlight the mountain regions. Such a beautiful time of reflection, and for me, renewal. Autumn suits me. The rich earth colors, the study of God’s creation in different light, quiet days of reading and writing with...read more