Sweet Aromas
Spring of 2021 is the sweetest smelling spring that I remember. I find myself wanting simply to stand outside and breathe in. Ah . . . . I think that is how God wants other people to feel when they…
Spring of 2021 is the sweetest smelling spring that I remember. I find myself wanting simply to stand outside and breathe in. Ah . . . . I think that is how God wants other people to feel when they…
Good Morning, Mamas. Please rejoice with me. I finished the America the Beautiful update last night! What a joy and relief this is. Now I look forward to a couple of weeks of final tweaking with the plan of sending…
I am grateful for the imaginative play we witnessed as our children were growing up and that I see today in our grandchildren. Last Saturday I shared a poster by Miss A. M. Upjohn who worked with the American Red…
Children are precious. Mamas are precious. Daddies are precious. Lots of people know that. However, it is more difficult to remember that the delivery man who is late again is precious and the person making an annoying spam call is…
Happy Valentine’s Day, Mamas. My Valentine for you is this 1877 Valentine for a mama. O little ones, where are you going? “To find where the beanstalk grew: We remember that Jack cut it down, But perhaps it has sprouted…
We had a pretty little snow at the beginning of the week. Snow fills me with childhood memories: riding in the car with Daddy Leland to go to his and Mama Sue’s house to play in the snow with my…