Best Effort . . . Or Last Gasp?

Thus far in Thistle’s ten months of living, we’ve only found one thing that can completely wear her out. It’s a little boy who, I think, weighs about the same as she does. We’ve gotten that little dog tired before, but a five-year-old boy is...

Wooly Worms and Other Omens

I saw my first wooly worm on Wednesday. I was walking Thistle and she wanted to examine it pretty closely, so we stopped to consider it. I can report that he had four black rings on his nose, a brown middle and two black rings on his tail. That’s four weeks of...

The Frontiersman's Daughter

Normally I don’t write about a book until I finish it, but I LOVE The Frontiersman’s Daughter by Laura Frantz. It’s been a while since I found a book that kept me soaking in the bath until my toes turned to prunes. Or one that makes my husband roll...

What Really Matters . . . Really

It’s been an eventful few weeks. I’ve been to three funerals. A friend was in a car accident that kept her out of work for two weeks. The son of another friend was in a horrible accident that may leave him paralyzed (then again, it may not–God can do...

A Poem for September

FIREFLY FLY AWAY HOME I didn’t notice when they left, the fireflies that danced all summer in the yard. But on a September night I saw the last one lying in the grass, glowing steady. Unblinking. An accusing eye that would not close. Frozen wide in shock, or...