Dear Ellen,I am so happy to have met you this winter. If you were ever in Brownie Scouts, I'll bet you remember the little song: "Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other is gold." We sang this diddy in a round and it could go on and on. I... Continue Reading →

Daffodils Mean Spring!

 I will speak using stories; I will tell secret things from long ago.Psalm 78:2Daffodils seem to burst out of nowhere. I love them. (Notice how different these two types are.) I go looking for them every spring - watching for them in flowerbeds and through the countryside, even where no house stands.The first story I... Continue Reading →

Daffodils Mean Spring!

 I will speak using stories; I will tell secret things from long ago.Psalm 78:2Daffodils seem to burst out of nowhere. I love them. (Notice how different these two types are.) I go looking for them every spring - watching for them in flowerbeds and through the countryside, even where no house stands.The first story I... Continue Reading →

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