In one sense, trails are all the same: they take us to a destination. But in another sense, no two trails are alike.
What is so important about this old weathered wall?
another haiku for winter
The blog has been silent because the workshop and studio have been buzzing. Come and see!
This cat is resting with not a care in the world. God gives us that kind of peace too....
Exactly three years ago today, my number two son and I took a spur-of-the-moment trip to the Shenandoah mountains for a long-weekend getaway, and it did us both a world of good.
And I sit down to cup of tea And calmly take my rest.
While hiking on a lonely trail, My goal: another mount to scale, And feeling rather wearisome, I pause in sweet delirium Upon a bridge where blows a gale.
I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for Thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety.