Hidden Lilies The rake clears away fall leaves and winter twigs, leaving fresh white blossoms peeking out from under newly grown leaves. It is spring, and I am surprised again when I discover Lily of the Valley blooming in my flower bed. After all these years, you’d think I’d remember these flowers. Somehow I never…
Today is May Day. In honor, I share this post again. A May Day tradition begins. Drop a pebble in the water . . . It is spring, and the month of May is awaiting its curtain call. In Appalachia, sisters are walking home from school, carrying their books. It is 1968, after all, and…
The hidden promise. The promise. She remembered the time as if it were yesterday. When she saw a butterfly, it came back to her. She remembered. It had been a dreary week, the winter she turned five. While she knew her father was not well that March, she didn’t think he would die. But he…
There’s a new calf at our place. She is the second calf born in the past ten days. The first one weighed about fifty pounds, and she’s a combination of brown and black. Her name is Stormy because she was born during those days and nights of torrential rain when schools were closed for three…
I see before me through the rain A tree with buds on it again A-burst with life ‘mid winter’s strain For spring is on its way. The flowers of plenty in the ground Are bursting forth from all around Soon flower and fragrance will be found And night will change to day. So you who…
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