by Carole Duff | Jun 11, 2018 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 On Saturday afternoon, Heathcliff and I headed down the...
by Carole Duff | Jun 4, 2018 | Faith, Family, Nature, Writing and Reading |
This morning, the sun out competed the clouds and burned off pockets of fog. A cool breeze rustled the lush vegetation surrounding our house. I checked our rain gauge. Three inches. Good day to pull weeds, I thought, scrub floors, wash the dogs, do laundry, and walk...
by Carole Duff | May 28, 2018 | Local or Human Interest, Nature, Writing and Reading |
Thunderstorms brought rain and fog to the mountain last week. Despite the gloom, our mountain laurels blossomed in what little sunshine we had. New growth thrived in the shade. Because of the weather, I sat at my desk more than usual, slouched like a hog going to war,...
by Carole Duff | May 14, 2018 | Faith, Nature |
Once upon a time, in a far-away land, there lived a man and his wife. They lived together in a city townhouse large enough for a family. In the small, fenced-in backyard covered by a deck grew a cherry tree. Every April, the tree produced a profusion of beautiful,...
by Carole Duff | Apr 30, 2018 | Faith, Nature |
Springtime brings flowers and critters back to Vanaprastha. Keith and I are seeing creeping phlox, bluebells and fothergilla, skinks, tiger swallowtails and hummingbirds. But no shrews except Katherina, the Shrew in Shakespeare’s so-named play, which Keith and I saw...
by Carole Duff | Apr 23, 2018 | Faith, Family, Nature |
In last week’s post, I wrote, “We are all in this together.” Sunday. Trying to get home, to work, to somewhere other than where we are, Grand Rapids. Then Monday. No one sang Kumbaya. I stood in line at the airline check-in counter for an hour, checked my bag, cleared...
