Hoping he would pick up, and he did . Late at night I just wanted to hear his voice . It was 12 midnight for me, and sleep did not seem as if it was going to happen . He was two hours earlier, and a consummate nocturnal kinda guy. There was no specific reason … More The conversation….
He wears many ties, and multiple hats. This is one of numerous reasons that the school children adore him . Talking and identifying with those that are under your tutelage can be challenging . Kids are crazy smart and intuitive and can spot a phony a mile off. Strolling down the hallways of the school, … More Deserving of a super hero cape
Shelter in place when the bullets start flying. We had enjoyed a home cooked meal which consisted of juicy brisket, smothered in a rich sauce, oven roasted mini red potatoes, and sautéed Brussel sprouts in olive oil and garlic, sweetened with caramelized brown sugar, and cracked black pepper and salt . Since a satisfying food … More Shelter in place
Sunday morning, and the air is just the right amount of crisp. The sky is the bluest of blues, the sun is shining, it’s the beginning of a new day fresh with possibility. Traveling west ward, the expanse of the Rocky Mountain range is before me, covered in snow, and the view is exquisite. I … More There’s a lineup at church …..
Early morning gratefulness. The sun streaming through the windows. I face east, and the glory of the rays fill this space , and brilliant golden hope of impossible possible things lingers. It is the day before Thanksgiving, and my cup overflows. It is almost embarrassing to smile this much . Maybe there is a need … More Bathed in gratitude….
It’s called a lachrymatory, or a tear jar . It is ” a tear jar or tear vase.” I have heard about tear jars before, and if I search on Etsy, or on the Internet, there are lots of versions of this concept. Some are large, and kinda crafty looking, while others are like this … More The Tear Jar…..
It reverberates off the walls, and echoes inside of your head. When laughter bubbles up as a brooke spills forth clear water, its’ delight is all encompassing. We recognize our peoples’ laughter and sound, and want to hear it again and again. It is their signature, as uniquely them as a finger print and their … More The sound of laughter ….
The plan to go boating takes some thinking ahead. What will the day ahead be like , and is there a chance of not so good weather? What are the odds that we will encounter water? 100% from beneath us, but what do the heavens’ above tell us? The forecast can be tenuous or it … More Rainy with a chance of sun …
I waited… in the still.. in the quiet, straining to hear when they would commence their singing. At precisely 4:10 it began. The lovely chorus strained through the closed window, and enveloped me as I lay reading an old weathered novel with dog eared pages, and coffee smudges on the cover. It is encouraging to … More Up with the birds….
His sound resonates in the early morning, and distinctively calls out a fresh start. Truly he enjoys the sound of his own voice this jaunty rooster fellow. Proud of himself and the harem he commands as the sun peaks it’s head out from the horizon. A dream come true, that’s what this is. Cool air … More “It’s all Greek to me ..”