The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. ~Mahatma Gandhi
This silent treatment
Is getting more than old.
Same argument as before
With no resolution in sight.
Surely we can do better than that.
Like clouds boiling in a darkened sky
Our emotions take center stage.
What we need to remember
Is why we’re together
And how strong we are
Bet you missed me, right?
Well, I’ve missed you all, that’s for sure, and it’s high time Mama let me take over her blog!
Old farming legends say your corn crop should be knee high by the Fourth of July.
But that’s no longer gospel. Far from it.
Here, take a look:
My son Domer was home briefly and took this photo of me standing outside one of the corn fields in our area. As a reference, I’m nearly 5’6″, and this field is starting to tassle way over my head!
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. ~Albert Einstein
Derived from the Greek word for blood, Hematite is one of the most abundant minerals on the Earth’s surface.
Hematite (and Magnetite) are mined to produce nearly every bit of iron and steel in use today, from paper clips to locomotives, bicycles to skyscrapers.
The state mineral of Alabama, Hematite is found throughout the globe … and has even been found on Mars!
Polished Hematite chunk — maybe the perfect “worry stone”!
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. ~Gloria Naylor, American novelist
I lost my dad eight and one-half years ago to cancer, and not a day goes by that I don’t miss him.
Today marks the one-year anniversary of the demise of Domer’s beautiful maple tree:
We lost it in a wicked June storm. Thankfully, it didn’t land on the house when it blew over.
It was my favorite tree to photograph as Fall arrived because its color was spectacular. Our yard still looks naked without it.
To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. ~Mary Oliver, American poet
Don’t leave me in the Spring —
When tiny robins and bunnies leap from their nests
When lilac blossoms waft fragrant on gentle breezes
When sun-splashed skies exude fathoms of blue.
Don’t leave me in the Summer —
When vacation trails beckon adventures to warm beaches
When the ice cream truck bell shimmers refreshment
When fireworks adorn the skies and Sol glows until bedtime.
Don’t leave me in the Fall —
When tree fashion turns to reds, golds, and bronzes
When sweaters, flannel, and blue jeans emerge from hiding
When togetherness means pumpkins, apple cider, and football.
Don’t leave me in Winter —
When lacy snowflakes multiply into mountains of white
When absolute stillness opens its arms to a huge maize moon
When holidays and holy days fade disagreements and strife.
Just don’t leave me at all, okay?
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us. ~Iris Murdoch, Anglo-Irish novelist
I’ve been putting off as long as I dare the process of buying a new smartphone.
Every writer I know has trouble writing. ~Joseph Heller, American author
Not so long ago, I thought writing a novel would be the hard part.
Struggling to make sense of varied plot lines, fleshing out believable characters, choosing a point of view to tell the story from, and tying up loose ends felt like a mountain to climb.
And there were all those rules.