Ever notice how all the Christmas songs are love songs? My man pointed that out to me on the phone last night. The thing about the holidays is that they are traditionally spent with loved ones. And so whether you have no one “special,” or your “special someone” is miles away, you still feel lonely….
It would be nice if no one felt the need to hold me to every little statement I ever made (I prefer to forget them, myself). Especially since I was such an outspoken teenager at times (in a rather public forum). I wish I could go back and tell my 16-year-old self a few things…
Sometimes I wonder if anyone else could possibly be so incredibly and crazily in love as my man and I are.Maybe everyone feels the same way when they are young and in love. But what about when they are old and have been married a while? I sat in church this morning and looked around…
While knitting this afternoon I read How to Photograph Your Life by Nick Kelsh. Anyone who owns a camera needs to read this book.Great photography is really built on such basic concepts. Anyone can learn the principles of spectacular photography, but almost everyone tends to neglect them. I’m really enjoying the easy to remember concepts…
Was it just nine years ago today, when the memories of us began? There we were, at Yellowstone National Park, waiting what seemed like forever for Riverside Geyser. Then, we saw him–or rather, his family. And my mom dared to ask that fateful question of complete strangers: “Are you homeschoolers?”As the geyser burst forth in…
As I walked through the field this evening, the cool breeze whispering through the poplar trees, the cotton falling gently at my feet, I couldn’t help but think of my man. Even my tennis shoes remind me of Merritt, because he bought them for me. I looked around at the familiar and truly picturesque scenes…
I had never watched a soldier fold a flag and hand it to a friend of my mother’s. I had never witnessed a 21-gun salute that moved me to tears. I had never heard Taps played for someone I knew. Until last Friday. Our friend Robert was promoted two weeks ago. Promoted from marching at…
I love Hallmark stores. The sea of cards, with the perfect one for the occasion hidden there somewhere, just waiting for me to find it. The beautiful journals and stationery in every style. The gorgeous frames I drool over (and that one time I talked them down to an excellent deal on a shelf/frame that…
Gene Stratton Porter’s books are like drink of clear spring water and a walk in the woods holding the hand of your beloved. I just started The Harvester last night, and couldn’t put it down until near midnight. The main character is much like the man I love. The themes of pure love, hard work,…
A John Deere tractor is plowing the field across the road. I wish it were another field, 488 miles away, with my farmer behind the wheel. Because right about now would be the perfect time to take him some hot cocoa and cookies. Then I’d ask for a ride so we could enjoy the sunset…
My recent bedtime reading has been The Clicking of Cuthbert by P.G. Wodehouse. When my Dear Friend loaned it to me, I reminded him with a laugh that I was not a golfer. But he reassured me that despite the golf themes, these short stories were highly amusing. And I have found them, true to…
I love children’s books. I just finished going through my latest GoodWill finds, replacing the price tag with a sticker that says “from the library of Gretchen Louise,” and added them to my bookshelves. A full bookshelf is one of the most beautiful things in the world. And even though my bookshelves are overflowing, I…
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