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From the Swings
So many things in my head today – many about Mom and Dad. I suppose it’s because in a few days Mom will have been gone for four years. Rather than be sad, I would like to celebrate her life. I know Papa won’t be jealous. In fact, I’m quite sure he will join my little memory party. For starters,…
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October & Cider
It is the season of harvest moons, crickets singing and leaves changing. Growing up in Michigan, it was also apple cider weather. The cider mills, particularly Goodison, was a wonderful jaunt on a Saturday afternoon. I was thrilled to see it is still open. If you are anywhere nearby, please go – it will not disappoint! It was about half…
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A Turning Point
It was a beautiful autumn day. One where the sun seems to fire the burnished leaves with hidden light. The sky was as blue as a sapphire, and the temperature just cool enough to encourage exploration. This day marked a turning point, had she but known it. It was the first time in her entire life where she had been,…
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Garden in my DNA
I’m Irish – peasant stock mostly, although my ancestors do have some “royal” blood. Not that it matters…mostly my lineage have been hard workers who persevered through difficulties and lived in honor. My Grandpa (Mom’s dad) was an avid gardener. Each year he and mom Mom would look through seed catalogues and pick out the varieties they wanted to plant…
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1467
As anyone who knows me will tell you, I’m not a “numbers” kind of girl. However, this one – this seemingly bland 1467 is powerful. I have a fondness for it today because it is a number of days that are significant in my life. Let me tell you why. This not because I’m marking off on a wall calendar…
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Little Things
Today as I was putting away my silverware from the dishwasher, and I remembered that Mom and Dad had given them to me as a Christmas present a few years ago. Suddenly the utilitarian knives and forks seemed so much lovelier and incredibly dear. All because Mom and Dad had wrapped up a rectangular box and put it under a…
