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If you’ve haven’t read my newest book, you’re going to get a photographic glimpse of walking through The Butchart Gardens. One of the sisters who tells her story, Lacey Bloom, takes a walk of her own through the rose garden in the amazing Canadian historical site. In April, I walked through these gardens located 35 …
Water falls and feels no fear. Water falls into new depths. Water plunges and rushes onward. There’s no hesitation with water. Some days, I wish I could take the plunge into the unknown with unaffected abandon. Let go of the worries. Fall of the precipice, spread hope like a parasail and glide to new heights. …
On a recent camping trip, I stopped to smell the roses and learned a lesson about aging. A rose by any other color…no, that’s not how Shakespeare said it. The day dawned with cloudless blue skies. Joy! I would spend the day with my sister who was driving from Lincoln City to the campground in …
Tulips are my favorite spring flower because I view them as promise keepers. So, I was excited a few weeks ago at the prospect of visiting the Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival in Woodburn, Oregon. You could say, I had expectations.
Ten days from now, I will arrive on Hawaii’s Big Island. There will be sunshine and palm trees. A volcano will spew lava every day. Since I grew up in the shadow of Mt. St. Helens and survived the 1980 eruption, I’m excited about all that. It will be neat to see lava flow rather …
A blue sky spreads to infinity. Glaring sunlight seeps into frost-bitten soil. The early spring bulbs raise their heads from slumber. It’s Spring at last. The calendar says so. That would be March 20 at 9:15 am (PDT) for the Spring Equinox in the northern hemisphere. But some weather channels hint that another late blast …
It’s Monday. But it’s a Monday like no other. Because today is Christmas. Merry Christmas, my friend. I pray it will be a day full of joy and family and contentment. If the Christ of Christmas has his way, it will be a day of peace and good will, in your heart if not in …
As I prepared my blogs ahead of time, I came to 9/11. Monday is my regular posting day, and I had a post about writing ready to go. Then I typed the date. And stopped. Memories swamped me. Where I was. How I felt. How I needed to connect with my traveling husband, and the …
Summer is my favorite season. Shortly after Christmas is past, I start wishing for warmer temperatures. Or at least sunny skies. I have a cousin who would happily leave his Christmas tree up year-round. If there was a symbol for summer, I’d set that baby up and move it to more prominent positions as temperatures …
Did I drop gray-lenses glasses over my eyes? That’s what it looked like at ten this morning when the moon cast the sun in its shadow. Yes, my home was near the path of “totality” in Oregon. Since today is my son’s birthday, we headed south to his house into the path of totality. …