Summer’s End

Summer 's EndWhat a sweet time is summer, with picnic-y fun,Lots of long days to bask in the sun,What a wonder the fresh foods we so much enjoyA treat for the each girl and for each smiling boy.What a great time for travel, for trips and vacations,Time to go visit our friends and relations.Summer's the... Continue Reading →

Dear Dad,I remember that day at the fair when I was only five-years-old. I lost you and panicked and ran to catch up and grab your hand. Imagine my fright to realize I had chosen the wrong hand! I knew how your hand felt and knew I had erred. Soon I found you and the comfort of... Continue Reading →

Dear Dad,I remember that day at the fair when I was only five-years-old. I lost you and panicked and ran to catch up and grab your hand. Imagine my fright to realize I had chosen the wrong hand! I knew how your hand felt and knew I had erred. Soon I found you and the comfort of... Continue Reading →

Dear Mama,Mother's Day is coming up and I was thinking about you even more than usual. When spring arrives and the flowers bloom, I recall Dad bringing you a huge bouquet of salmon pink gladiolas he had stopped and chosen from a local gardener. You put them in your tall gray pottery vase and set it in... Continue Reading →

Dear Mama,Mother's Day is coming up and I was thinking about you even more than usual. When spring arrives and the flowers bloom, I recall Dad bringing you a huge bouquet of salmon pink gladiolas he had stopped and chosen from a local gardener. You put them in your tall gray pottery vase and set it in... Continue Reading →

Dear Wild Prairie,How I love to see God work in you. I love to watch Him change and renew you. On an April morning, I walk between two rusty gate posts into the past. The house once built here by homesteaders is gone. Steps, which a child once sat on to pout lay discarded on their... Continue Reading →

Dear Wild Prairie,How I love to see God work in you. I love to watch Him change and renew you. On an April morning, I walk between two rusty gate posts into the past. The house once built here by homesteaders is gone. Steps, which a child once sat on to pout lay discarded on their... Continue Reading →

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