Saturday, November 21, 2020


 As I've pondered the many things I'm grateful for I find myself remembering my mother and her flower gardens. We moved frequently, yet no matter where we lived Mama planted flowers. I grew up surrounded by lilacs, roses, sweet peas, chrysanthemums, daisies, bleeding hearts, geraniums, petunias, pansies, and dozens of other flowers. I learned to appreciate their beauty, their smell, and the hard work they symbolized to provide a spot of beauty no matter what might surround them. She taught me to look for wild flowers in the mountains and in the deserts. From her I came to appreciate houseplants for their splash of color and promise of life no matter how dreary the winter.  I'm thankful for the lesson she taught me through her flowers. No matter how much ugliness there is in the world, there are also flowers. Because of her I too plant flowers around my house and my dining room looks like a greenhouse. My sisters too are known, far and wide, for their lovely gardens. Today as a mark of gratitude for the beauty God provides and my mother instilled an appreciation for in me I'm posting some photos of my flower beds and some of the flowers I've raised and enjoy.

Thursday, November 12, 2020

It's Been Crazy

 On top of all the election craziness, an earthquake, and Covid 19, I fell almost four weeks ago. I broke a rib, sprained my right wrist, tore up my left hand, and turned my left knee and part of my leg black and blue. It was a weird accident. My husband and I were returning from a long walk when a bit-of-fluff puppy ran away from a group of boys playing with it a few houses away from my home. I was watching the puppy and worried about it running into the street when I tripped against a section of raised sidewalk (dang tree roots!) The boys, their mother, and grandmother ran to help me. Anyway I wound up with a trip to the hospital ER for x-rays, stitches, and a brace.  I'm doing much better, but it has been a rough few weeks with severely limited use of my hands.

Here's today's review (typed primarily with two fingers.)

Thursday, August 20, 2020

 I've been neglecting my blog, I'm afraid. Here's a peek at my Meridian Magazine post today:

I'll be so glad when this pandemic and the election are over. I'm really tired of both.

Thursday, May 28, 2020

I reviewed Sian Bessey's  THE NOBLE SMUGGLER this week.

Thursday, May 14, 2020

I've been reading quite a bit of historical fiction lately. I tackled Saints, No Unhallowed Hand, It took me almost a week to read it. I was impressed by the huge amount of documentation. I also read Dean Hughes' new book River and reviewed it for Meridian Magazine. You can read my review here:

Thursday, April 30, 2020

This was a different experience for me to write a review of a non-fiction book!

Good news! At least I think it's good news. My publisher has accepted my manuscript for a book to be published sometime in 2021. I'll keep you updated. It's the first book I've written since all my surgeries a few years ago.

Thursday, March 19, 2020

Yesterday was quite a day. I woke up to the whole house shaking and the crash of a large bathroom mirror into a million pieces. The earthquake, centered just a few miles from my house, was a 5.7 and some of the aftershocks were almost as bad. No injuries and other than the loss of the mirror and a few precious keepsake figurines I and my family are fine. Of course we were already following the Covid-19 guidelines and staying away from people. Then last night a son-in-law's father passed away. Over the years he and his wife had become not only our daughter's in-laws, but dear friends of our own.

After spending the day working on a frustrating 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle and cringing over an endless number of aftershocks, there was one bright spot in the day, a long telephone call with my brother. It was his birthday. 

Friday, March 6, 2020