Hello from just over the hilltop where two birds in the evergreen outside our living room picture window made me think of a child’s song of long ago. Did anyone ever tease friends or get teased by singing, “Dick and Sharon sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g”? The other morning was the first time I’d ever…
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This past winter as I was sorting through old notebooks, journals, and daily blessing books, I found the journal of signed guests who attended my fiftieth birthday party. It was a joy to reread and remember not only the people that came to that wonderful day-long party, but to remember the special events that took…
“Oh, what a glorious morning! Oh, what a beautiful day!” And it is a beautiful day, especially with the rain that gave us a lovely rainbow and sparkling leaves and grass. We did need the rain. The temperatures have been very warm for this time of the year and we are taking advantage of it….
Hello from just over the hilltop in Norwood where the “sun in the morning peeks over the hill and kisses the roses round my window sill; then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill of the birds in the treetops on Mockin’ Bird Hill.” That was one of my favorite songs as…
It’s another week just over the hilltop and what a week it has been. There were so many wonderful events happening that I hardly know where to begin. They say the beginning is the best place to start but today I am saving that until last. A special birthday. So, I will start in the…
Here we are in the last week of September and I have seen Christmas decorations being foisted on me already. Remember when Christmas showed up the day after Thanksgiving and the excitement and hecticness of Christmas thus began? It is hard to get enthused about a holiday that is still three months away although picking…
Hello from just over the hilltop in Norwood where the deer and the antelope, I mean squirrels, play. I caught a glimpse of Miss Deer loping across the neighbor’s lawn the other morning, stopping at the sidewalk as though listening for traffic but not looking both ways, then jogging over toward the swamp. Sunday morning…