New leaves in September speak hope.What drought andGrasshoppers had stolenSprings again.God answers prayers;Rain falls on thirsty land,Brown grass greens New leaves sprout.Like faith leaves,Evidence.

 Pink roses. Always bouquets at my house. I love flowers. Hummingbird chimes in my garden bedroom. Morning Glories climb my garden gate. Yellow flowers and sea shells are some of my treasures. Calligraphy by my daughter, Delaney, with one of our favorite scriptures about children seated round about the table like young olive shoots. My bird dish from Michigan, a blue pot... Continue Reading →

 Pink roses. Always bouquets at my house. I love flowers. Hummingbird chimes in my garden bedroom. Morning Glories climb my garden gate. Yellow flowers and sea shells are some of my treasures. Calligraphy by my daughter, Delaney, with one of our favorite scriptures about children seated round about the table like young olive shoots. My bird dish from Michigan, a blue pot... Continue Reading →