All Purls. No Swine.
https://youtu.be/8iwBM_YB1sE David Austin, PBUH (this is the US link; it's originally a UK firm) says that they've been shipped at exactly the right time for planting in my plant hardiness "zone." (My zone number is somewhere between 6A and 6B--worst case indicating that the temperatures in the winter might go down to about -25F, or… Continue reading I’m So Excited–My New Roses Will Be Delivered Tomorrow!
During a British conference on comparative religions, experts from around the world were discussing whether any one belief was unique to the Christian faith. They began eliminating possibilities. Incarnation? Other religions had different versions of gods appearing in human form. Resurrection? Again, other religions had accounts of return from death. The debate went on for… Continue reading Amazing Grace–A Lenten Post
. . . from Geoffrey Chaucer, who, as with so many other things, is often credited with starting it all. His dream vision poem, The Parliament of Fowls, was written about 1380 and begins with the narrator (who seems not to know how to love, has perhaps never been in love, and will very likely never… Continue reading Happy Seynt Valentyn’s Day!
Some years ago, I enjoyed a spirited argument with a friend about a movie. I was strongly in favor; she was apathetic, to say the least. Some of you, like my friend, may not be fans. It’s possible you are offended by the many continuity gaffes. Perhaps you can’t get past the clunky, rather claustrophobic, sets. Maybe… Continue reading “Play La Marseillaise. Play it!”
Yes, that’s right. I’m a proud grandmother. On top of that, I’m an avid knitter. Now, I know exactly what a few of you (you know who you are) are thinking. Something along these lines, I’ll bet: Amirite? The more charitable among you might be going more in this direction: This formidable-looking lady is actually Grace Coolidge,… Continue reading “G” is for . . .
Into each life, some rain must fall. But not into ours. Our lives are where the garbage is delivered. — Jenny Ever have one of those days, weeks, months, years, decades, when it seems as though almost nothing is going right? When the odds seem stacked against you? When, no matter how much joy the… Continue reading Family Matters: On Life’s Vicissitudes
I had my last conversation with Granny (my mother’s mother) not too long before she died. She was in her mid-eighties at the time, almost bedridden from the arthritis that had plagued her for decades, and mentally, she was getting a little bit woolly. The past, though, was still clear in her mind, and she… Continue reading Wisdom From My Granny
Today, July 24, 2020 would have been our 39th wedding anniversary. R.I.P., Mr. Right. I miss you. What follows was originally written for ricochet.com, one of a series of themed posts on the subject of "Will." My contribution was posted on August 6, 2018. In hindsight, using Harry and Meghan's wedding as a jumping-off point… Continue reading I Will!
Well, it's been another experience. But like most of the foregoing in my life, not as unpleasant as it might have been, although occasionally a bit bizarre. As most of you know, Mr. Right (AKA "Frank T. Zbozny") died a little over a week ago, on July 3, 2020. His death was expected. But still… Continue reading The American Way Of Death, 2020 Edition