“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.” Robert Herrick 1591-1674
In our front yard are three tall pines. Springtime enshrouds them in vast array of purple ... more
“Now learn a parable of the fig tree; when his branch is yet tender, and putteth forth leaves, ye know that summer is nigh.” —Matthew 24:32.
The fig race, normally begun in mid-June, is late. Every year at this time it's ... more
3 comments We were the good girls when girls were divided into three categories: good, nice, and the others. We wore heather plaid skirts and matching heather sweaters. Our round collared blouses were pinned with circle pins, “virgin” pins. In most cases, ... more
2 comments It’s almost time for spring cleaning. I’ve been trying to muster up motivation a little early. Cleaning will help ease the winter doldrums. Besides, I’ve yet to be brave enough to remove my late husband’s belongings. He’s been gone from ... more
1 comment All of us throughout the years have experienced being in the right place at the right time or the wrong place at the wrong time. Winning or losing a bet or winning a prize with a raffle ticket. Were these ... more
I have not lived in the same town with my mother since I was twenty years old. Returning home to her now thirty-seven years later, I am still the daughter – “you need to wear a coat.” “Are you sure ... more
1 comment I remember the day Mama cried as though her heart would break in two.
I had seen her get mad at Daddy or at my brother, and at me more times than I could count. When she lost her temper, she ... more
Outside on my porch, I gaze up into the summer sky, just as the sun is setting. Dusk, it seems, is lingering now- not wanting to surrender to the darkness of the night.
Out on the lawn, tiny faint flashes of ... more
“Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.” — Gloria Naylor
When I see October sunsets sliding through leafless trees each day and late afternoon breezes beginning to whistle up and down neighborhood streets in my South Carolina hometown, ... more
I hear the sound of much needed rain hitting my roof. The warm, clear, water falls from the skies without prejudice. It is appropriate for my mood. Today of all days, it rains. Today when my heart needed the warmth ... more