Is closure even a THING?

It’s been three weeks since Dad died. I’m getting used to the idea. That’s Dad grinning with me on my wedding day. But not really. Maybe that’s the catch. I don’t actually want to be less sad about losing my father. It feels right to me...

Oh right–this happens EVERY year

Over the weekend I draped my peonies in an old sheet to keep them from getting nipped by frost. The last frost date for our part of the mountains is May 15 but we’ve had such a lovely spring that lots of folks jumped the gun with their spring planting. Sure...

Farewell for now . . .

It’s been a tough week, but also one filled with blessings. We had a small, family only service for my Dad at the farm in West Virginia. It was a terrible, wonderful day. A pastor Dad’s known since high school delivered the service on the deck at the farm...