This is a re-post from almost seven years ago. Ms. Puryear is not longer with us, and I’m so glad I stopped in one day to ask her about the rake in the tree. Time passes as a tale . . . Just a few miles from our house, there’s an old, dilapidated rake that…
Every summer, the blackberry bushes in our pasture produce gallons of blackberries. Seriously. We’re talking 40 gallons when we’ve kept track. There are some things about picking blackberries that are a lot like our journey in life. Here are a few brambles for the road: The small berries are usually sweeter, even though it takes…
The Ocean’s Dangers On our first day in Hawaii, I noticed the dangers of the ocean – not because I was at the ocean, but because of the many signs and notices everywhere. On another day, our boat was taking us out from the harbor to a spot one-quarter of a mile from shore. The…
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